<?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-8153084</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:58:17.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Sam</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?&lt;/b&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's only one instant, and it's right now. And it's eternity.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109566682628571036</id><published>2004-09-20T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T03:54:10.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna bang on these drums all day!</title><content type='html'>I had to work this weekend.. well, every other weekend I have to work.. so it's not like a big surprise or anything. I'm at work right now actually.. haha but check it, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is SO GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in untill 3PM!!!! Jaime doesn't work on sunday and he and Audrey went out for the day messing around and let me sleep WAY IN! Later then I ever get to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, Jaime had bought me a couple new pairs of jeans! Which I needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the right size and everything! How sweet was that? Ok, maybe it wasn't such a huge deal and all I made it out to be.. but, it was cool, cause I never even said anything about needing new jeans.. and here comes some new jeans.. kinda like.. "hey, I think about you and what you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe I'm just a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was cool. Took Audrey to the park.. I swear.. that kid could swing on the swings ALL DAY! She can swing longer then I can push.. jeeze already.. enough with the swing! Also went to Barns and Noble looking for maps of the world.. going to teach Audrey a little geography. Also went by the local book store.. cause you have to support the small local cats.. and got the new Mental_Floss magazine that I LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, more on the kuman books.. f'sho.. but, I forgot to bring the stuff to work. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109566682628571036?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109566682628571036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109566682628571036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109566682628571036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109566682628571036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-wanna-bang-on-these-drums-all.html' title='I just wanna bang on these drums all day!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109547952208901557</id><published>2004-09-17T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:52:22.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gmail invites!</title><content type='html'>I have 4 gmail invites for anyone who might want them.. if you do, leave a comment with your email. It's 1000 MB of space, more email space then you'll ever need, but it's really cool. Let me know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109547952208901557?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109547952208901557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109547952208901557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109547952208901557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109547952208901557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/gmail-invites.html' title='Gmail invites!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109545517592556379</id><published>2004-09-17T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:06:15.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High Tide -  Backache - Cramps. *cries*</title><content type='html'>This blog thing is a little harder to keep up with then I thought. haha. I'm going to start doing better. The problem with not blogging more often is, when I finally do get around to blogging.. I forgot what all there was to blog about. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on here.. my back is killin me. "Girl Stuff" I have tried everything I know of short of taking strong pain killers and nothing has helped.. I get killer backaches once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post more about the kumon books I was talking about tonight from work, since I was asked for more info. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109545517592556379?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109545517592556379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109545517592556379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109545517592556379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109545517592556379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/high-tide-backache-cramps-cries.html' title='High Tide -  Backache - Cramps. *cries*'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109515561385659846</id><published>2004-09-14T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T05:53:33.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Family Melt Down</title><content type='html'>Most of the weekend was pretty boring.. I got Audrey to take a nap if you can believe it Saturday, and I watched the OSU game, which turned out to be a great game! OSU won with 2 seconds left in the game, tie game, they kick a 53 yard field goal to win it by 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BUCKEYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, Jaime tells me that his Aunt and Uncle are flying into town because Bill, jaime's step-grandfather went into the hospitial at some point.. is home now but on a heart monitor. The whole situation is messed up, because jaime's grandmother has Alzheimer's disease.. and doesn't remember things very well, and Bill has been trying his best to take care of her, but he doesn't cook, and can't clean really, and can't do laundrey or anything really. Jaime and I have been helping all that we can, but we both have jobs with crazy hours and a small child and there is only so much we can do. Jaime's Aunt and Uncle want to see about getting them into some kind of assisted living arrangment.. which Bill says they can't afford. So, I don't know what we are going to do. Sunday we go over because Jaime's Aunt and Uncle asked us too.. and Jaimes grandmother was in a really bad mood.. She kept asking what Bill's heart monitor was doing on the countertop, saying she was going to get rid of it, because it looked bad there, and we kept saying.. "Grandma! It's for Bill's heart!" I was scared to leave cause I thought as soon as I walked out the door she might really unplug it and throw it out! Jaime's Aunt cooked a nice meal though, so that was nice. Jaime and I are trying to find more ways that we can help out. I dread getting old now. I know it's going to happen, but I just hope and pray that when I do get old, I have all my wits about me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much up for tomorrow.. sleep, that's the only thing I know f'sho. Maybe go to the park if the weather is nice. I have to work, so that bites. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109515561385659846?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109515561385659846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109515561385659846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109515561385659846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109515561385659846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/operation-family-melt-down.html' title='Operation Family Melt Down'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109480397343464908</id><published>2004-09-10T04:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T06:23:31.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful day outside. Mid to upper 70's and sunny. Had to take advantage of it! First we went to target to get new toothbrushs and floss, you know.. that great stuff that you need to keep a bright smile :D While there I found these really cute floor pillows that matched the rug I have down in Audrey's play room, so I picked up two of those. A side note about playrooms. I was SOLD on the play rooom before I had a kid. Wow, a room they can play in and the toys remain contained in that one room! It hasn't quite worked out like that. Not only do the toys not remain contained within the boarders of the playroom, but the playroom always looks as if a tornado hit it. Well, after we got back with the cool new floor pillows.. I cleaned it up and tried making things a little more easy to put back. Now it looks GREAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we cleaned the room we went to the partk dropped by McDonalds on the way, but didn't eat to bad.. got a 10 piece chicken nugget, 2 apple dippers and 2 bottles of water. That's about as good as you can eat at McDonalds. I try to get a bit of exercise in when I take Audrey to the park, using the jungle gym as my personal gym... haha works pretty good. Mostly tho, Audrey just wanted me to push her on the swings.. so I did squats inbetween pushes.. hey, I'm a busy mom.. I do what I can.. I'm a bit sore actually. Tommorow I'm going to try to start my pilates videos.. I ordered those Windsor Pilates videos... I did the basic intro one a couple of weeks ago.. and have never been so sore in my life! So, I know it works.. it's just staying with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109480397343464908?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109480397343464908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109480397343464908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109480397343464908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109480397343464908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109470734472747054</id><published>2004-09-09T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T06:33:49.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO HE DIDN'T!</title><content type='html'>OH YES HE DID! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. The movies were already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, we should be banned from Blockbuster because we couldn't get a movie back on time if our lives depended on it. Doesn't matter how much time we have either. 2 day or 5 day, no matter, we CAN NOT get it back on time. I think we do it on purpose BUT subconsciously, because.. I could have the movies.. IN THE CAR, IN THE BLOCKBUSTER PARKING LOT, 2 DAYS BEFORE THEY ARE DUE and STILL not manage to get them there on time! FOR THE LOVE OF JELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you're going to bring movies back late.. AT LEAST HAVE THE DANG MOVIES IN THE BOX WHEN YOU DROP THEM OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't check to make sure the movies where in the boxes. Alice In Wonderland was sitting in the DVD player and the case for Alice In Wonderland was in the Blockbuster movie bin. Blockbuster doesn't mess around when you bring a movie back without the movie in it. They called me like 5 times according to my caller ID. EEK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Alice In Wonderland DVD had been united once again with it's case, cause I brought the dang movie over there and turned it in. The guy said it happens all the time, but I dunno if he was just saying that so I wouldn't feel like an idiot or not. I made sure to point out.. &lt;B&gt; it wasn't I WHO FORGOT!&lt;/b&gt; it was my hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that not a whole lot going on.. rained again today.. and rain=no park.. and I pray that it isn't raining tomorrow.. cause I have to get the little one to the park before she tears the house down.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I started Audrey on these &lt;a href="http://www.kumon.com/"&gt;Kumon workbooks.&lt;/a&gt;  You can get them at Barnes &amp; Noble, other bookstores I'm sure to.. but I'm really loving them.. and Audrey is diggin them too.. so big ups to the Kumon books! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109470734472747054?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109470734472747054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109470734472747054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109470734472747054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109470734472747054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-no-he-didnt.html' title='OH NO HE DIDN&apos;T!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109462387035152775</id><published>2004-09-08T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:05:24.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how I love my days off!</title><content type='html'>I don’t wanna go back to work tomorrow! I don’t wanna! Oh, but I have too! Arrrr!&lt;br /&gt;I have a new mission. FIND A NEW JOB! I can’t keep working nights; it’s killing me. The moneys good, but what’s the trade off? I’m tired all the time, my patience is very low, and I don’t get to sleep at home with my husband a few nights out of the week.  The list goes on and on. Anyway, bottom line is, I have to get a new job. I’m at the end of my rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cool though, didn’t do much but hand out here at the house because the left overs of the hurricane that hit Florida are rolling through and we got some rain. Rain = no park, which is bad, cause I know how much Audrey LOVES the park. She LIVES for the park. When I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up she said she wants to WORK at the park. Did I say she loves the park? The park is like heaven for me too though to be honest. She can run around as much as she wants.. and tire herself out. Anything that keeps her from jumping on the couch and hanging from the fireplace mantle is GREAT by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don’t know about her! Seriously, she must be hyperactive or something, because she goes and goes and goes non-stop! Discipline is an issue too. She’s not bad, but there are a few things that no matter how many times she’s been to time out for them, or how many times she’s been in trouble for them, she will do them no matter what! Nothing short of being glued to her side and watching every little thing she does would stop her from doing these things. One example would be, when she goes potty, she just gets up and goes, I don’t go with her every time she goes, she’s a big girl. But when she goes potty.. ALMOST ALWAYS when I go in there, she will have gotten her little bath toys out of the tub and have the sink full of ‘em and have water everywhere! OH THE HUMANITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/AudreyLion1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture didn't turn out so good, but It looked like Audrey was getting mulled by her purple lion! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109462387035152775?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109462387035152775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109462387035152775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109462387035152775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109462387035152775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-how-i-love-my-days-off.html' title='Oh, how I love my days off!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109454404078512608</id><published>2004-09-07T03:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:29:18.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-KID</title><content type='html'>Didn't do a whole lot today. Jaime had to work. I guess when people are off from work that's when things pick up at the tattoo shop, so they were open today. Audrey and I just stayed around here. Oh, we did go to the store and get to of those folding type sports type chairs, that come in a bag and fold out.. Cause many times we have needed something like that.. So I picked them up so I could have them in the car incase I EVER needed them again. After that we went and got some dinner because I didn't feel like cooking, watched some cartoons and headed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey was in one of those moods today, nothing I did would make her happy, and I'm sure as heck not going to let her just have whatever she wants. Of course today, I'm not even sure getting everything she wanted would have made her happy. She didn't seem sick or anything, just in a bad mood, and who doesn't have one of those days?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today.. How I miss when Jaime and I didn't have a kid. DON'T GET ME WRONG, when I say miss, I mean just that, miss. I wouldn't change anything. Jamie and I got married when we were 18 and we were NOT trying to have any kids and a week after we bought our house, and spent every dime we had on closing costs and down payment, I find out I’m pregnant! Talk about a shock. But now she's the greatest thing EVER. I would be lying tho if I said I didn't miss being able to sleep until whenever I felt like, being able to have sex at any hour of the day, anywhere you wanted to, being able to go out at night on a whim without having to plan for a babysitter and most off all.. Not having to pack.. And I really mean PACK! Every time you leave the house. Anyway. MWAH MWAH MWAH! I love my Audrey pie, even tho she gave me hell today.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great holiday. I'm outta here.. and to bed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109454404078512608?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109454404078512608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109454404078512608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109454404078512608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109454404078512608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/pre-kid.html' title='Pre-KID'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109444992418483255</id><published>2004-09-06T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T01:54:05.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Solo, I Love Rolos!</title><content type='html'>I can NOT believe I get paid for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is off tonight, and Mark doesn't work Sundays so I'm here ALL. BY. MYSELF. Not all all all alone though, just in this department, and ALL the work came in early this week, because of the Holiday, so now I'm chillin here at work with nothing to do. I worked on my blog some, added a couple of links, stole the little mood thing from bebe she finds such cute stuff for her blog, added a chat box cause I worry that people might mind me posting stuff that's not relative to their post in the comments ya know? So, maybe it'll come in handy. OH, and joined Bloggermommies.. not sure what THAT'S supposed to do.. but who knows. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I really didn't think anyone would read this stuff, but from the comments I have gotten, people seem really really nice around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really only 2 am? Great.. I got till 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm craving Rolos! AAARRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109444992418483255?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109444992418483255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109444992418483255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109444992418483255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109444992418483255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/going-solo-i-love-rolos.html' title='Going Solo, I Love Rolos!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109435961902282800</id><published>2004-09-05T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T00:46:59.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt in my FACE!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's what I said, I gotta butt in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at work, and I hear that we have to paint this room because my company is to CHEAP to pay someone to paint it, so we have to paint it. Right now Mark is standing on my desk painting the top half of the wall. The fumes are really getting to me.. *dizzy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forget I had to go to work today! I swear, I'm going loopy! AND THIS was before the paint fumes! I messed around all afternoon playing with Audrey and then around six I told her to get her shoes on we were going out.. and I got about a mile down the road and was like.. WHAT AM I DOING?! I have to work tonight. ARRRRRR! It's just these messed up work hours and days, I never know what day it is, and when I work the weekends they days never feel like the days they are! ITS SO CONFUSING! Whatelse did I do like that today? There was something else.. really, I'm losing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALLING ALL BRAIN CELLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I have 2 left, and one is giving the other CPR, it's not looking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109435961902282800?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109435961902282800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109435961902282800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109435961902282800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109435961902282800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/butt-in-my-face.html' title='Butt in my FACE!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109429404908510758</id><published>2004-09-04T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T06:34:09.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ROCK THE HTML!</title><content type='html'>Well, I put some links over there on the right!!! Can ya see 'em?! Yeah, I know.. I rock the html! Actually, I kind of had to copy from someone else. I picked a template like the one they had just a different color and studied the code until I saw what looked like the code that was for the archive and all that jazz. I copied it, pasted it, changed some words found the tags you need to link.. and badda bing badda boom!!! LINKS! HAHAHA! I am way to over joyed about this. Not to mention I wasted my whole lunch break trying to figure that out and now I'm STARVING! It's ok, I'll just catch some breakfast with the fam. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109429404908510758?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109429404908510758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109429404908510758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109429404908510758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109429404908510758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-rock-html.html' title='I ROCK THE HTML!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109426734949893259</id><published>2004-09-03T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T23:09:09.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that bread crust on my neck?</title><content type='html'>This morning I wasn't able to go to sleep when I got home at 7am because I had some things I HAD to do before I could go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Most days go like this. I come home at 7am, go straight to bed. Jaime wakes me up at 12:30pm because that's when he has to leave to go to the shop, so on adverage I get about 5 and a half hours sleep a day, not bad really.. but not great, and there is no give either, because today I didn't get to bed till almost 10am and still had to be up at 12:30 so I could be up with Audrey when Jaime left to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today... AND I NEVER DO THIS! I was sooo tired, my eyes were burning.. and I just really needed a little more sleep, so, I put on a movie for Audrey and said.. "ok, Audrey, watch this movie and sit right next to me on the couch, and mommies going to take a little nap. Stay right here ok, if you need anything, just wake me up.. alrighty?" "Alrighty" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have gone into a coma after that because, when I woke up... Audrey was still sitting next to me.. but she had a loaf of bread in her lap, and she had a piece of bread in her hand and she had been picking the crust off the bread slices and putting the crust on my neck and chest while I was sleeping! OMG!!!!!!!! I was freaking out.. I woke up and was like.. "WHAT'S ON MY NECK!" I get a hand full and it's bread crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is her way of saying.. "That's what you get for falling asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.. I have been over 24 hours without a coke, and I have a monster headache.. caffine withdrawl no doubt. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109426734949893259?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109426734949893259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109426734949893259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109426734949893259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109426734949893259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-that-bread-crust-on-my-neck.html' title='Is that bread crust on my neck?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109416339370228929</id><published>2004-09-02T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:01:04.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost dropped my mower in the creek!</title><content type='html'>First things first. I got my car into the shop and it was a problem with the batter, easy fix.. Cost me $106 bucks tho, but I guess that the price you pay when both you and your husband are car care dummies. &lt;br /&gt;Second thing. I did in fact get the yard mowed! AND I didn’t see any snakes.. BUT the crickets were jumping all over ME! *FREAKING OUT!*  I also, ALLLMOST dropped the mower into the creek when I was trying to mow those blades of grass right on the edge that for some reason.. I never can get. NOW THAT would have been bad. Lucky for me, that didn’t happen! I actually wrote up a blog last night to post, but then my computer froze up on me.. so, I was like.. alrighty.. a sign? I dunno, but I’ll try this again tomorrow. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to go on a diet! I could stand to lose a few pounds. It would just make me feel better, to get off that little extra baby weight that stayed on over the last 4 years. Hmmm Now just to pick a diet. Actually scratch that. No diet, just eating right, we eat out to much, I exercise enough, just don't eat the things I should.. and I need to stop drinking POP! That’s my downfall! Those darn sugary drinks! They tempt me with their yumminess and caffeine! Aaaaaaaaahhhh the Humanity! I can quit tho! Starting right…………. Let me finish this coke first……starting…….right……NOW! Done, no more sugary drinks for MOI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109416339370228929?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109416339370228929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109416339370228929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109416339370228929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109416339370228929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-almost-dropped-my-mower-in-creek.html' title='I almost dropped my mower in the creek!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109403081160899857</id><published>2004-09-01T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T05:26:51.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost outta here!</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! I'm almost out of here! Long nights working 7pm to 7am but it's allllllll good, cause I'm almost out of here!&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to decide what to do these next few days I have off. &lt;br /&gt;well, I know I have to mow the yard, it's like the amazon out there. EEK! I'm scared of snakes.. AND I KNOW THEY ARE OUT THERE WAITING FOR ME! oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something fun with the little one. Zoo maybe! Thing is.. I got to take the transportation in to the shop.. cause it's having problems starting.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that places that #1 on the list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get car into shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhh only.. umm 1 and 1 half hours to go.. and I'M FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get my area cleaned up.. I can't have these people finding out what a slob I AM! They think I'M ORGANIZED! HAHA! I'm good, I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109403081160899857?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109403081160899857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109403081160899857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109403081160899857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109403081160899857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/09/almost-outta-here.html' title='Almost outta here!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153084.post-109400302771757919</id><published>2004-08-31T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:43:47.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro!</title><content type='html'>So THIS is a blog! I have wondered many times. I finally have one! I'm going to try and get everyone I know to get a blog here too so I'll have some friends. Other wise no one will read this and I'll feel stupid. Actually, do I really want anyone to read this? hmmm shall I share my deepest darkest secrets here? Naww what's the fun in that! :D&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, well, I better get to work.. f'shizzle or.. did I just say f'shizzle? That's izzle stuff is addicting! Eek! Ok, well, I'm outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie (the OG baby!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153084-109400302771757919?l=samanthaallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/feeds/109400302771757919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153084&amp;postID=109400302771757919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109400302771757919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153084/posts/default/109400302771757919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaallen.blogspot.com/2004/08/intro.html' title='Intro!'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123057548991977456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lca.tabulas.com/samanthaallen/mem1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
