<?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-15173291</id><updated>2011-12-02T03:13:14.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it one day at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-3391037107468297913</id><published>2008-12-29T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:10:44.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tryertyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-3391037107468297913?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3391037107468297913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=3391037107468297913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/3391037107468297913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/3391037107468297913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2008/12/tryertyer.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-6693884259062603293</id><published>2008-09-02T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:38:31.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>OH MY,&lt;br /&gt; it has been a while.....&lt;br /&gt;while how the hell is every1 if there is any1 who still come to my blog...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-6693884259062603293?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/6693884259062603293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=6693884259062603293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/6693884259062603293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/6693884259062603293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-well-well.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-7247875336938526767</id><published>2007-11-01T09:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:39:51.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RynW8n8QUII/AAAAAAAAACg/DkWeGy6KC30/s1600-h/colby+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127865987740225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RynW8n8QUII/AAAAAAAAACg/DkWeGy6KC30/s320/colby+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colby and I on Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-7247875336938526767?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/7247875336938526767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=7247875336938526767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/7247875336938526767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/7247875336938526767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RynW8n8QUII/AAAAAAAAACg/DkWeGy6KC30/s72-c/colby+h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-6334376526185132966</id><published>2007-10-31T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:12:37.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing knew to talk about other then i have to cook 3 things of cup cakes these week and I have to make Colby's birthday cake. Well I think I might just  go get one!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm going to do with all the stuff he gets for his birthday.There is no more space in his room for anything else. Maybe he well let me give some of it to baby Garrett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well me and a few friends of mine are have a Halloween party for the kids then going trick or treating tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a good day everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Katie Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-6334376526185132966?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/6334376526185132966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=6334376526185132966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/6334376526185132966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/6334376526185132966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-nothing-knew-to-talk-about-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-3396892840338322315</id><published>2007-10-19T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:23:04.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well</title><content type='html'>It has been a while I know...Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to fill you in as best as I can on what I have been doing for the past 5 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July chris and I went to the Beach with his Mom and so on...It was a lot of fun. Colby loved it we went out at night and found some crabs some were real big and freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around most of the time on the beach and did nothing. I loved it. Colby fished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjPcGspzUI/AAAAAAAAABY/R1wATA7grtw/s1600-h/katie+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123072657875127618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjPcGspzUI/AAAAAAAAABY/R1wATA7grtw/s320/katie+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjPcmspzVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Hp12_039ZSA/s1600-h/katie+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123072666465062226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjPcmspzVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Hp12_039ZSA/s320/katie+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby fishing                                                               Colby past out after a long day on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I went on a cruise in Sep with about 20 other friends. It was a lot of fun! We went to Key West and (Thinking)....It starts with an N!? Shit I don't know right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjNpWspzSI/AAAAAAAAABI/pKO-qCHcTcY/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123070686485138722" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjNpWspzSI/AAAAAAAAABI/pKO-qCHcTcY/s320/8.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjNpmspzTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PN5Vaen1WAI/s1600-h/katie+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123070690780106034" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjNpmspzTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PN5Vaen1WAI/s320/katie+316.jpg" width="453" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I                           The ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjSa2spzYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/38PUkmbmorI/s1600-h/katie+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123075934935174530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjSa2spzYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/38PUkmbmorI/s320/katie+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjSamspzXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ntx1yVP2qiM/s1600-h/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123075930640207218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjSamspzXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ntx1yVP2qiM/s320/the+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Josh, Mike J., Victor, PJ, Britt                     Jenn, Ashley, Nat, Jenna, Lindsey, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjSaWspzWI/AAAAAAAAABo/QgdDCgVaz-M/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123075926345239906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjSaWspzWI/AAAAAAAAABo/QgdDCgVaz-M/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjTbWspzaI/AAAAAAAAACI/s9WxyV2rID4/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123077043036736930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjTbWspzaI/AAAAAAAAACI/s9WxyV2rID4/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me very drunk                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjTbGspzZI/AAAAAAAAACA/bUY_ylk5G3w/s1600-h/katie+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123077038741769618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjTbGspzZI/AAAAAAAAACA/bUY_ylk5G3w/s320/katie+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a pretty pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby's birthday is coming up. It's In Nov. on the 4th he will be 3yrs old. He is growing so fast it's killiing me. So I'm trying to plan a party for him and his little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH,&lt;br /&gt;Colby is also om these Pre-K thing know. He goes on Tuesday and Thursday from 9am to 12pm. He loves it and it gives me a break and time to do things with out him around to slow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves it there and he learns things to I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjUfWspzcI/AAAAAAAAACY/livNRxY0vMY/s1600-h/katie+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123078211267841474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjUfWspzcI/AAAAAAAAACY/livNRxY0vMY/s320/katie+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjUe2spzbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uvl3oYpQgLg/s1600-h/katie+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123078202677906866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjUe2spzbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uvl3oYpQgLg/s320/katie+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go to school                            Colby telling me to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Pete is here now. He is a very nice guy. Colby loves him and they wear one another out. We went to the Yellow River Game Ranch On Thursday and him and colby chased one another around all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write later...Have a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-3396892840338322315?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3396892840338322315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=3396892840338322315&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/3396892840338322315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/3396892840338322315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/RxjPcGspzUI/AAAAAAAAABY/R1wATA7grtw/s72-c/katie+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-8739471412081655813</id><published>2007-04-30T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:24:31.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew what a pain in the but a 2yr old boy could be. I never would have thought that he could make me want to pull my hair out! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have 10mill things to do today...I will do my best to write later.&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-8739471412081655813?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/8739471412081655813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=8739471412081655813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/8739471412081655813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/8739471412081655813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-never-knew-what-pain-in-but-2yr-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-5416802885828521153</id><published>2007-04-19T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:49:04.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last post!?</title><content type='html'>Sorry i never get on and write. I am always having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to do and I don't have time. I think I will just close my page and just get on and comment on others blogs.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt; if anything ever happens Lindsey writes about it also so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one,&lt;br /&gt; Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-5416802885828521153?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5416802885828521153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=5416802885828521153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5416802885828521153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5416802885828521153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-post.html' title='last post!?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-5813232435861382306</id><published>2007-03-13T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:45:13.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how Lindsey did it but she got me writing letters for Soldiers Angels. I don't mind doing it at all, it gives me something to do truthfully. I just don't know how she did it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going none stop for all most two weeks now with Crystal and a few other friends. We have been going to the park with the kids and walking. having so many kids around all the time is wearing my butt out. But as long as they are having fun I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-5813232435861382306?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5813232435861382306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=5813232435861382306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5813232435861382306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5813232435861382306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know-how-lindsey-did-it-but-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-1748825517895508842</id><published>2007-03-07T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:39:02.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to my sisters baby shower Sunday night. She got so much stuff we could hardly put it all in her car. She is due on April 8Th and its a boy they are naming him Garrett. I can't wait to have another little baby around. Plus when he cry's I can give him back! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lauren found out she is pregnant! She is due in November around Colby's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to the park the other day with 3 girls i grew up with. It is just so nice that we have stayed friends for 16 years and now are kids are going to grow up with one another. Colby is 3yrs old and the oldest, the youngest will be Garrett when he is born next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-1748825517895508842?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/1748825517895508842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=1748825517895508842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/1748825517895508842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/1748825517895508842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-my-sisters-baby-shower-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-1916722447513948154</id><published>2007-02-16T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:12:24.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>These week has been so much better then the last 3weeks. Colby is much better and is back to his old self. (I can't remember if I wrote that all ready and I don't fell like going back and looking. So If I did sorry! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Chris and I are going on a cruse in Sep. That is my V-day gift from him.&lt;br /&gt; Cindy (Chris's mom) is going to take a week off work just to keep him so we can go. I could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; she was willing to do that and I'm not going to come plane.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; We did not ask her she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;offered&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey had a good V-day. She had roses on her desk when she got to work Wed. It's about time she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt; a long time for the right guy. I hope he is a nice guy cause I would hate to have to hurt him! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;- j/k I'm happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother wanted me to come down these week end with Colby cause they have not seen him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; Christmas. That is a long time I know, but I have things i do on the weekends and during the week they go to bed at 7pm so I can't get out there before then or I can but they have been working and are tired and don't wont me to come out.&lt;br /&gt;My mother and father will not come to my house to see us for some reason or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; they think I am the only one who has to drive 35min so they can see him. I don't mind it every now and again, but they can come to see us every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend every one!&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-1916722447513948154?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/1916722447513948154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=1916722447513948154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/1916722447513948154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/1916722447513948154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-2884533382707499369</id><published>2007-02-09T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:38:55.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colby is doing a it better now. He has not had a fever the past three days and is just getting back to his old self.(Running around driving me crazy, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; better then just sitting in my lap not wanting to move.) He is still not eating very well. He has not had a real meal in 7days now he will only eat little things hear and there.  He goes back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt; nest week for a check up and I will write then and let every one know how he is doing. These has been the longest week ever and Lindsey is taking him tonight so I can sleep and I might go out and have a beer or three!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend every one!&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-2884533382707499369?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/2884533382707499369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=2884533382707499369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/2884533382707499369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/2884533382707499369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/02/colby-is-doing-it-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-8804878971830228205</id><published>2007-02-06T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:26:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colby has been sick for 2 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why i have not been on and we spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; night at the hospital with him. He had a 105.6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temp&lt;/span&gt; and would not drink or eat anything. He is doing better now but only cause he is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drugged&lt;/span&gt; up! I would go in it to more but I'm tired.. Ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Linny&lt;/span&gt; for more info..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one...&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-8804878971830228205?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/8804878971830228205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=8804878971830228205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/8804878971830228205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/8804878971830228205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/02/colby-has-been-sick-for-2-weeks-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-5917985779078546135</id><published>2007-01-19T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:35:13.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not wrote in a while. Colby got real sick Sunday then I got whatever the hell he had and was up all day and night hugging the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard anything about the job. Which does not surprise me at all! She did not look like she liked that I have not worked inn all most two years. O well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-5917985779078546135?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5917985779078546135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=5917985779078546135&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5917985779078546135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5917985779078546135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-i-have-not-wrote-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-5044697522148266386</id><published>2007-01-12T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:46:20.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colby's lead test came back the other day. It was a 4 and they said that is good! I still don't know why they had to worry me like that! Fuckers!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a job working at Friedman's. I will not make much at first but aft er about a month or so it will get better. I'm ready to get back to work, I love being home with Colby but after two years I'm about to lose it! I need to get out of the house and talk to someone other then a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Colby will be put in daycare for the first time. I don't know how he will be with that. Hell,I don't know how I'm going to deal with it!  I Should hear from them next week some time if I have the job.  Wish  me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-5044697522148266386?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5044697522148266386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=5044697522148266386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5044697522148266386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/5044697522148266386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/01/colbys-lead-test-came-back-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-3084956763212947151</id><published>2007-01-05T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:51:56.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while sense my last post. I have been busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chris and I spent all day new years helping our friend Beth change her locks and dealing with her crazy ass x-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Hear is how it all started...&lt;br /&gt;New years eve Beth and her boy friend Josh were both drinking. josh was way past drunk he was just trashed. They were at a friends house when he made he leave with him and yelled at one another all the way home. When they got there he pulled his gun out on her and told her to get in the house now! The police Office is right in front of her house so she just took off running down the hill at 4 in the morning screaming her head off. He chased her all the way down the hill with gun in hand telling her to stop. One of the police men heard her and came outside, seen what &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; going on and made him drop the gun and was on his way to jail. They funny thing is. Josh as the bf was rookie in the police dept. for Henry County. He lost his job on the spot, they took his belt and everything else he had with him while he was in cuffs. So he is in jail, no place to live now, no job and he lost the girl.  He had nothing more to lose.&lt;br /&gt;So when he got out he came over and got some of his shit and then went in the police parking lot and stared in the house and would call Beth over and over again. Every time we would leave he would be right behind us.&lt;br /&gt;He is a nut case and he is not going to stop bothering her cause he has nothing more to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby had a lead test Last time he went to the Doctor and I &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;did not think anything about it&lt;/span&gt; because I had no reason to.&lt;br /&gt;I got a call on Tuesday  from his Doctor saying his lead count is high and I need to bring him in for another test to double check. So I took him in the next day and after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; room for 20min  i asked how much longer. The nurse did not know why I was there and after I told her she looked at his chart and told me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt; him back right away. They did the test and told me if he comes back high they will have to draw some blood from him and if that is high. they will give him some treat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; and call the heath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;department&lt;/span&gt; to came to my house to look and see wear it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; from. So now I'm all worried about Colby and I have to wait two weeks to hear anything about the test!!  I looked up lead on the net and I did not like what I found at all. It can cause a few diff things but the main one is death!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great New Years!                How about you all?      &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one,&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-3084956763212947151?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3084956763212947151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=3084956763212947151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/3084956763212947151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/3084956763212947151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-it-has-been-while-sense-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116585175644201166</id><published>2006-12-11T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:42:37.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chris and I went to a Christmas party Saturday night. There was a bunch of people there and they had a big fire going in the back yard. Everyone there was drunk other then Chris, me and a few others. Jess is the one who was having it and he was so drunk. I was ready to go when I seen what was going on. Jess could not walk hardly and he had all ready fell in to the fire twice.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew he was throwing things in to the fire the would blow up and not tell anyone. Then if things could not get any worse, Jess goes in the house and gets his gun out and was shooting it behind the house. There are other houses around him and he did not care. Plus all the people at the party. Just when things were calming down Jess went and got another gun.&lt;br /&gt;I went in the house to get away from Jess and the next thing I know He comes walking in behind me. We talked for a few min's. Then he crashed on the floor in the kitchen. Chris and Lee got him undressed and took him up to his bed. What a night....I will not be going back over there any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one...&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116585175644201166?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116585175644201166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116585175644201166&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116585175644201166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116585175644201166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/12/chris-and-i-went-to-christmas-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116542053448571741</id><published>2006-12-06T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:55:34.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm one of those people who love video games. Chris and I got a new game the other day called Black. It's one of them games wear you blow everything up and shoot anything that moves. I love it! LOL I have not been able to stop playing it! Chris gets made at me cause I can play some during the day while he is at work and I still want to play when he gets home. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all most hear! I'm taking Colby to ride the pink pig one day these week. We are also going to drive around and look at the Christmas lights tonight. I love doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116542053448571741?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116542053448571741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116542053448571741&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116542053448571741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116542053448571741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-one-of-those-people-who-love-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116490444056052882</id><published>2006-11-30T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:05:09.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:</title><content type='html'>Jodi the girl I wrote about a post or two back. My father is going to by her a few Christmas gifts. They always pick a family every year to help for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I got a list of things she wants, She asked for stuff like hair spray, hair bows, socks, shoes, make up and cloths. Nothing crazy just things we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I are going to get her something this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather in AZ has cancer threw out his whole body. I talked to my mother about it this morning and she said that the doctor's gave him maybe 4 months to live. Its said and a bad time of year to have happened. My father is going to spend Christmas with him in AZ this year sense it might be his last.&lt;br /&gt;I will write more about this later when I find out more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day every one.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116490444056052882?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116490444056052882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116490444056052882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116490444056052882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116490444056052882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='Update:'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116464684298335998</id><published>2006-11-27T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:00:43.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not wrote because I have been running around like chicken with its head cut off.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is back to normal now, well some what normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to write about sorry..&lt;br /&gt;I have to go change Colby now, he does not smell to pretty right now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116464684298335998?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116464684298335998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116464684298335998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116464684298335998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116464684298335998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-not-wrote-because-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116404880905274653</id><published>2006-11-20T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:00:22.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is out and there are kids all over the place and I think I'm about to go nutty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;br /&gt;The girl that lives above me is 13 or 14 years old. She is real sweet and Colby loves to play with her. Her mama drinks to much and she is always coming down to our house to play with Colby or talk to me. Which is fine I just fell bad for her. Her name is Jodi by the way.(and that's how she spells her name linny!LOL.) Jodi and I were talking last night and she said she does not get anything for Christmas. They don't do anything or go any place, just stay at home. That made me said. I'm going to try and do a little something for her for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gone to wash cloths.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116404880905274653?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116404880905274653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116404880905274653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116404880905274653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116404880905274653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-is-out-and-there-are-kids-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116378125886152496</id><published>2006-11-17T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T11:34:18.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone I know is getting married. What is the deal people! LOL&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lauren is getting married today. I'm very happy for them but I'm sick of weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I have nothing to write about that anyone would care to hear.&lt;br /&gt;So have a good weekend everyone and I will write on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116378125886152496?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116378125886152496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116378125886152496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116378125886152496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116378125886152496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyone-i-know-is-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116343981999424322</id><published>2006-11-13T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:44:01.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt Betty's birthday party Saturday was not to bad. When we first got there, Lindsey and I parked across the street. We could see everyone who was there and the weird uncle that wanted me to date my cousin!! So we stayed in the car as long as possible, till people started looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I was on the phone with my mom when we walked up cause I could not get her off the phone. So when the weird uncle came up to me, I just smiled and said hey. Thank god I did not have to deal with him. I like him and all its just that when your uncle wants you to date his son,who is your cousin, and he is weird and ugly like his father. It just make you not want to be around them so much! Kinda weird ya know?&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the day I got caught off guard and my uncle backed me into a corner and said "my how have you grown up" (hold on while I vomit). I was like" thanks, how's is the family." LOL Trying my hardest to change the subject, which did not work. But Thank god for my other cousin Joey!! He looked at me and must have seen the look on my face and he came to my rescue. He grab me by the arm and pulled me away. I had no choice but to be pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I saw the people I liked and caught up on things and had a great time. I was glad I went but wish some people would have stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH,&lt;br /&gt;Another thing my uncle said was I could "spit" out some good looking kids" Who in the would say that? DAMN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116343981999424322?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116343981999424322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116343981999424322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116343981999424322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116343981999424322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-aunt-bettys-birthday-party-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116308001447112893</id><published>2006-11-09T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:46:54.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These week has been a long one. I have been going none stop always having to do something is seems like. Never a min to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking a picking up Chris little sister from school all week. I don't mind doing it at all, its just that I'm tired and I don't like having to wake he up at 5:30am to start getting dressed for school. She does not have to be at school till 8:05am it just takes her that long to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school I got up 40min before I had to be at school. 20min to get up and get dressed and 20min to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Betty birthday is Saturday and we are going to her Surprise party. Which is great and all but I do not wish to see some of the people that are going to be there. There are little no a lot weird and I don' t don't want to deal with it. Ask Linny they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116308001447112893?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116308001447112893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116308001447112893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116308001447112893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116308001447112893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-week-has-been-long-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116240941801466368</id><published>2006-11-01T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:30:18.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All is great with me a the little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a football player for Halloween this year. He was so cute, he even had his toy chain saw and a battle wood on his face. I will get Linny to post a pic is she has not done it all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby birthday is Saturday, he will be two!&lt;br /&gt;Time fly's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116240941801466368?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116240941801466368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116240941801466368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116240941801466368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116240941801466368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-is-great-with-me-the-little-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116179582411660803</id><published>2006-10-25T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:03:44.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lindsey, Pattie and I are going to a a punkin(thats how Colby says it) Sat. They have a hay ride and a petting zoo also. These is the first year Colby well be able to do it with us and know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;br /&gt;I have been at patti's all week and I might be going home today, but I don't know if I want to or not. We have a good time cause there are no men to bug us and Colby loves Patti.&lt;br /&gt;However, I miss my bed and Colby and I have not seen Chris in a couple of days. Plus Chris called and acted like he would die if I spent another day away from him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop going on about nothing...Have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116179582411660803?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116179582411660803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116179582411660803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116179582411660803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116179582411660803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/10/lindsey-pattie-and-i-are-going-to-a.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116161952174432913</id><published>2006-10-23T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:05:21.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brothers wife Crystal is going to have a boy! Thank God&lt;br /&gt;I would have felt bad for it if it was a girl. They are so redneck its not funny. Well I am to, but not that bad. The baby is due in early April so I can't wait! Plus Colby will have a boy to play with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was great. Thanks for all the happy birthday's.&lt;br /&gt;My friends took me out and got me drunk! I could not sit down or close my eyes with out the room going around really fast. LOL We went out a few times and used my b-day for a reason for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Every1 tells me it is only going down hill from the age 21. Only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116161952174432913?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116161952174432913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116161952174432913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116161952174432913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116161952174432913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-brothers-wife-crystal-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-116153305710071531</id><published>2006-10-22T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:04:17.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hell</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to tell a long story of why I don't write any more. I have not done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Linny's house right now on her computer cause I don't have one any more. She told I better post something cause I have been a lazy a$$. Sisters...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was opening day of gun season.(deer hunting) Chris and Lee both got a doe that night. I watched them skin them and cut the meat off. I all most died! But it was neat to watch. That is all I will say about that cause it only got worse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything more to write about. I don't do anything to write about. I stay home all day every day.. I don't go out really any more. Linny said it is what's inside the story that counts...I was like do what? I am not that smart and it hurts to think that hard...LOL j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-116153305710071531?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/116153305710071531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=116153305710071531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116153305710071531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/116153305710071531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-hell.html' title='Well hell'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115980877288972217</id><published>2006-10-02T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:06:12.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will now be posting one day maybe even two days a week. LOL I will use Patti or Cindy's computer to do so. I have to go over to there house twice a week to wash cloths so I can use it then. Sorry I have been a slacker about posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday is Wednesday!! YEA!! Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;We are going out Sat night with friends.. There telling me I will not be able to walk my the end of the night. LOL They are starting to worry me a little bit! We will see what happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that there's nothing going on other then I'm looking for a job and can't seem to find one. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have a good day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt; Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115980877288972217?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115980877288972217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115980877288972217&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115980877288972217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115980877288972217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-now-be-posting-one-day-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115937578532673178</id><published>2006-09-27T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:49:45.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over-Thank god</title><content type='html'>My brother and Crystal are now married. I'm so happy for them, but I'm glad the wedding is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time there and everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;I can't put the pic's up cause I'm not on my computer but, Lindsey will put some up I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of things to do so I will write when I get to another computer.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115937578532673178?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115937578532673178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115937578532673178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115937578532673178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115937578532673178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-over-thank-god.html' title='It&apos;s over-Thank god'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115858805463104974</id><published>2006-09-18T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:00:54.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well we are moved back to Conyers. Thank God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long weekend and all most drove me crazy cause of the people around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not have the net for a while so I will not be able to write much, so now that I want to write I can't.. Just my luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go unpack no. Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115858805463104974?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115858805463104974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115858805463104974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115858805463104974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115858805463104974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-we-are-moved-back-to-conyers.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115791577901988699</id><published>2006-09-10T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:16:19.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN</title><content type='html'>Why do I even bother with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why should I care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115791577901988699?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115791577901988699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115791577901988699&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115791577901988699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115791577901988699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/09/men.html' title='MEN'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115773971155166153</id><published>2006-09-08T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:21:51.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some pic's of Colby from FL this past July.&lt;br /&gt;He love the Birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I did not write for sometime and now one comes by. Can't blame anyone really, its my on lazy ass that did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the few or any that come by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I'm moving back to Conyers. However, we have to be packed and moved in a week and 2 days! FUN FUN FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115773971155166153?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115773971155166153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115773971155166153&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115773971155166153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115773971155166153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-are-some-pics-of-colby-from-fl.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115765840435217330</id><published>2006-09-07T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:46:44.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Lindsey%20%26%20I.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Lindsey%20%26%20I.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/2Lindsey%20%26%20I.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/2Lindsey%20%26%20I.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Colby%2C%20Chris%20%26%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Colby%2C%20Chris%20%26%20I.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pic's of Lindsey and I From a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty funny I think. I was a big tom boy and Lindsey did not like it and still does not like it. Oh well, what can ya do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pic is Chris, Colby and me. It was last summer some time.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I could just find them jeans I had on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115765840435217330?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115765840435217330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115765840435217330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115765840435217330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115765840435217330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-are-pics-of-lindsey-and-i-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115749525494772676</id><published>2006-09-05T18:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:27:37.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote a nice post and it messed up and I'm not doing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish every one well!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115749525494772676?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115749525494772676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115749525494772676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115749525494772676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115749525494772676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wrote-nice-post-and-it-messed-up-and_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115515848013101026</id><published>2006-08-09T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:21:20.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I don't write much any more. It seems like I always have something to do for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;But any who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for the next few days at a my soon my brothers house &amp;amp; Crystals house. We have a lot to do be4 the Wed and we need to do it and stop putting it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope every1 has a great week and there weekend goes well.&lt;br /&gt;I will talk to every1 soon...&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115515848013101026?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115515848013101026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115515848013101026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115515848013101026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115515848013101026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry-i-dont-write-much-any-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115453643235160082</id><published>2006-08-02T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:33:52.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not wrote in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I got back from FL these past Saturday and had things going on sense then. I don't there going to stop any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2765.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colby loved the beach and all the birds. He would not slow down one bite. He just wanted to&lt;br /&gt;go go go. I think he has a better tan then I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2786.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is not much more going on with us other then Chris is trying to find another job. He is at a job interview right now. This place is in Hampton,GA so its only 30min from Conyers. That's wear all our friends &amp; family are and we want to be close. Plus these place sucks, the people are just mean and Chris does not get a day off ever and they work him to death. They wont give him help to do all these work they come up with, but then they tell him its taking to long ext... I hope he gets these job cause Chris is driving me CRAZY! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2763.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I will stop going on about nothing. Have a great day every1!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115453643235160082?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115453643235160082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115453643235160082&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115453643235160082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115453643235160082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115288738987881265</id><published>2006-07-14T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:29:49.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays out the yangyang!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been busy this week that's why I have not done a new post.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new with me other then I leave for FL next Sat and I can't wait. I still can't think of the name of the beach or anything. All I know is its a house on the beach and its free..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be doing nothing but birthday crap all weekend long... There are 4 of them..&lt;br /&gt;Britt..July 15...Age&lt;br /&gt;Chris..July 16...Age&lt;br /&gt;Mitch..July 16...Age&lt;br /&gt;Linny..July 17...Age..I would say but don't wont to be hurt:-)&lt;br /&gt;So you see I'm going to be up to my ears in B-days. Well there might be some cold beer in there some place...We will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone..Don't do anything I wouldn't do...HE HE&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115288738987881265?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115288738987881265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115288738987881265&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115288738987881265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115288738987881265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthdays-out-yangyang.html' title='Birthdays out the yangyang!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115213604896508188</id><published>2006-07-05T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:47:29.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Burnt</title><content type='html'>Well I have spent the last 3 days at the lake with some friends and I'm so red. I never think about putting anything on so I won't. O well, to late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby went with us on Tuesday to the lake. It was his first time on a boat and first time at the lake. He was ok with the boat. He would not move from his seat for a while and would not talk. LOL After a while he started talking and playing.&lt;br /&gt;He did not like being in the water at all. He was crying and kicking me. Then we had a hard time getting him on the boat cause the there is not a ladder. It took us 4ever to get him on the damn boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But any who...&lt;br /&gt;We leave for the beach on the July 22 at 7am. I can't wait to go, plus Colby is bigger these year so he can play now and not just lay there like a blob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115213604896508188?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115213604896508188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115213604896508188&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115213604896508188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115213604896508188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/07/sun-burnt.html' title='Sun Burnt'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115167903925383789</id><published>2006-06-30T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:50:39.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/todler%20Colby%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/todler%20Colby%20073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to write about today other then...Well   nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linny said I need a to do a new post. I have nothing to talk about other then what I did this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the people who do not want to know what I did for the past week please stop hear: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night I stayed with Patti and stayed up to late talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Sunday&lt;/span&gt; we went shoppen all day long and it was great. Sunday night I stayed with Crystal and my brother cause she has the week off and I don't see her much any more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Colby%20188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Colby%20188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Monday&lt;/span&gt; Crystal and I went to  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Linnys house and watched a movie and eat pizza. Well Linny and Crystal got to watch to the movie cause Colby was driving me CRAZY! He was a butt the whole damn day. Ask Linny about it, I don'tknow what his deal was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; Linny, Crystal Colby and I went to the Yellow River Game Ranch. Colby had a blast and so did Linny. LOL Her eyes were so bright when the dear came up to you. She was like a little Child. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Later on Crystal and I went to her aunts house to talk about the wedding stuff that I'm sick of dealing with. Then went back to Crystal's house for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Wed&lt;/span&gt; Crystal and I did nothing till about 12. We took Colby to the park and let him play for a while then took him to DQ for some ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Later that day I went home and went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I cleaned all day and played with Colby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Today&lt;/span&gt; I have to clean a little and then I'm doing nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there you go Linny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I covered the whole week!  LOL - HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend every1&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115167903925383789?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115167903925383789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115167903925383789&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115167903925383789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115167903925383789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-nothing.html' title='I have nothing'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115090798714396851</id><published>2006-06-21T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:39:53.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new tattoo&lt;-(sp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/todler%20Colby%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/todler%20Colby%20060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have new going on other then I got a tattoo this past Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chris were bored and drove by a tattoo place called Good Clean Fun. We looked at one another and said what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;It only took 20min. to do it but good it did not fell good. I could deal with it but not much longer. The outline is what hurt the most and when he got right on the bone.&lt;br /&gt;I played pack-man on my phone to keep my mind off the pain. I'm a wimp, I don't like any kind of pain and I really don't like needles.&lt;br /&gt;LOL...But now I want another one!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115090798714396851?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115090798714396851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115090798714396851&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115090798714396851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115090798714396851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-new-tattoo-sp.html' title='My new tattoo&lt;-(sp)'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-115024642755965371</id><published>2006-06-13T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:58:41.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2678.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been a long and hard one for the little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was playing with him and he fell and chipped a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday he was over at patties house and fell and broke his wrist. He has a little cast on now, but he only has to wear it for three weeks not six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes the cast for the most part. He has a hard time drinking his juice and picking up different things. However, he now knows that he can knock the crap out of stuff with it and it does not hurt. LOL&lt;br /&gt;There are little dents in it from wear it had not dried all the way and he banged it on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then my little man having a bad weekend and people thinking I beat the crap out of him I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;We might be able to move back to Conyers in a few months or so.. It's a long story I will write about it later.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everyone&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-115024642755965371?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/115024642755965371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=115024642755965371&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115024642755965371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/115024642755965371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/06/poor-baby.html' title='Poor baby'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114960676001533649</id><published>2006-06-06T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:15:43.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Whats%20that.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Whats%20that.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Honkeie.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to do it!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114960676001533649?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114960676001533649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114960676001533649&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114960676001533649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114960676001533649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-that.html' title='What&apos;s that'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114908683253055798</id><published>2006-05-31T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:47:12.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to the lake on Monday with some friends and I'm so sun burned! It hurts real bad.&lt;br /&gt;We were on the boat and the jet ski all day and now I'm wishing I would not have stayed on them so much cause I'm so damn sore. I can't move with out something hurting or Colby touching my sun burn.&lt;br /&gt;Big Thanks To Lindsey!!!! I owe you something....I 4got what you said you and mama wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its time for me to get up and clean this house...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114908683253055798?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114908683253055798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114908683253055798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114908683253055798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114908683253055798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-went-to-lake-on-monday-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114857520376741822</id><published>2006-05-25T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:40:03.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is going ok for now at the new place. We are all unpacked other then a few little things I don't know what to do with yet.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, Lauren and this other girl went to the country fair Friday night. It was a lot of fun. I was the dad and they would not stop buying me drinks and I could not let them waste them so I had to drink them. We did not get home till late cause we all had to find our car then I had to wait a while before I could drive. LOL not really........I only had too....LOL&lt;br /&gt;Crystal my bf and soon to be sister enlaw(sp), her aunt is married to Travis tritts something or another. So the are real good friends with other big people in country music. I don't know how to spell there name so I'm not going to try. There first names are Eddie and Troy /M_Gentry. They are a big country band. They were there on Friday night and we could have talk to them and went back stag with them and just hung out. But her aunt did not call us till we were back in conyer and they had to be on a plane a 2am. Crystal got a voice mail from Eddie and then talked to him on the phone. We were so upset that we left early to miss most of the people... We could have drank with them and what not....:-(&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was fun as well but we were worn out from the night be4.....       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day every1...............&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114857520376741822?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114857520376741822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114857520376741822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114857520376741822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114857520376741822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/05/everything-is-going-ok-for-now-at-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114788770686809538</id><published>2006-05-17T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:41:46.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We moved this past Sunday on mothers day. It was a pain in the ass and I cant find anything and i am pretty much unpacked. Thats why I don't like moving.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sister Linny and my brothers Morgen &amp; mitch and Crystal, Lee and John. Oh Chris mom helped but she got in the way more then anything and pissed me and everyone off more then anything! I like and all but some times she does not know how to chill and not be such a controll(sp) freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I like it hear and its real quiet. However I don't know anyone and I have only been hear 4days now and I'm all ready mising every1. Its said I know, but I cant help it. I will get over it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114788770686809538?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114788770686809538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114788770686809538&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114788770686809538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114788770686809538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-moved-this-past-sunday-on-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114675656508782516</id><published>2006-05-04T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:29:25.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not been posting, I have a lot of things to do and not a lot of time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking at everyones blogs, I have not left comments on some but I have on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more when we are moved and I'm not pulling my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114675656508782516?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114675656508782516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114675656508782516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114675656508782516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114675656508782516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-i-have-not-been-posting-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114624216451522729</id><published>2006-04-28T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:36:04.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moven on up to the east side......and so on</title><content type='html'>Well I found out today that I will be moven to peachtree city in two weeks. Chris got a job offer with the same company to be the boss man and have his own property(sp). Which mean he will have a $2 to $2.50 dollar more a houre and we will have a 3 bedroom town house free as in no rent. Which is something we can not turn down. We need the money and not paying rent means we can pay off some bills and get a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that Chris got this, it is good for him cause he is moving up.&lt;br /&gt;However, I have never lived more then 20 or 30mins from my family and friends. It's only about an houre or so away but that is to fare to drive a couple of times a week and I don't like to drive as it is.   So it is not fare away at all, but I don't want to leave my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend Crystal I have known her for about 13 or 14yrs now and she will be getting married to my brother Morgan in sep. She is not all happy about this. She does not want to me to move aways cause we will not see each other as much. Which is true but right now we only see one another once or twice a week. So it wont be much different from how we are now. She just does not wont to drive that fare to come see me. Cause she lives about an houre fron us now and it will take her 2hrs to get to my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Lindsey (Linny) said she would come up there to see me and so did a few other people. Butthere are them few people that are mad about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it sucks but they should be happy for us cause we are moven up in the world.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got to go...Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114624216451522729?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114624216451522729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114624216451522729&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114624216451522729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114624216451522729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/moven-on-up-to-east-sideand-so-on.html' title='Moven on up to the east side......and so on'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114607514307361337</id><published>2006-04-26T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:12:23.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people in this little world of blogging we have, there are some people that are tochicken shit to leave a comment with there name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Linny said "Apparently they are quite ignorant and have no backbone. They can't even identify themselves to show that they stand by their comments. it's pretty chicken shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that are losers and are to scard to lever leave a comment with there real name. They will not make it this word if they can't stand up for them selfs. They will be walked over like the shit on the bottem of my shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note:&lt;br /&gt;  I'm doing good and so is Colby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If any body out there can help find a way to get him off the bottel. I would love the help. He does not have them a lot, only like 2 or 3 a day. But that is still to many for him all most being 2yrs old. I just could not take it away cause he loved his bah.(lol thats what he calls it) However it is now a problem that I'm having a hard time fixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Chris mom and all, she is a real nice lady and does a lot for us. However....She likes to stick her 2cents in wear it don't belong about Colby.  Drive me crazy!!! But I can deal with it cause she means well.&lt;br /&gt;But she also like to tell me how to take care of him and what he likes to do, and what he has learnd and how he copys everything she does. Well...i know how to take care of my own son, I know what he likes to do, i know what he has llearned cause I showed him and I also know that he copys everything cause I'm with him 24hrs a day.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I felll better...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do other people have people in there lives like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have a great day everyone&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114607514307361337?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114607514307361337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114607514307361337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114607514307361337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114607514307361337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-people-in-this-little-world-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114563195128709460</id><published>2006-04-21T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:05:51.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drywall mom tagged me so here are 5 weird things about me that people don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sleep with one foot on top of the covers at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I don't like to look people in the eye for a very long time. It willgo nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think most girls are a Bitch! (Not saying any of the lady on here are. Just most around here are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My eyes change color depending on what mood I'm in. If I'm in a bad mood they turn a real dark green. So watch out!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I forget everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who am I going to tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Linny&lt;br /&gt;2. Px&lt;br /&gt;3. Tom&lt;br /&gt;4. Courtney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114563195128709460?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114563195128709460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114563195128709460&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114563195128709460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114563195128709460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/drywall-mom-tagged-me-so-here-are-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114485334047564540</id><published>2006-04-12T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:49:00.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This was sent to me..It made me lol so i wantted to share it!</title><content type='html'>Dear President Bush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  about to plan a little trip with my family and extended family,&lt;br /&gt;and I would like to ask you to assist me.  I'm going to walk across&lt;br /&gt;the border from the U.S. into Mexico, and I need to make a few&lt;br /&gt;arrangements. I know you can help with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to skip all the legal stuff like visas, passports,&lt;br /&gt;immigration quotas and laws.  I'm sure they handle those things the&lt;br /&gt;same way you do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, would you mind telling your buddy, President Vicente Fox, that&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way over?  Please let him know that I will be expecting&lt;br /&gt;the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free medical care for my entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  English-speaking government bureaucrats for all services I might&lt;br /&gt;need, whether I use them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All government forms need to be printed in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want my kids to be taught by English-speaking teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Schools need to include classes on American culture and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I want my kids to see the American flag flying on the top of the&lt;br /&gt;flag pole at their school with the Mexican flag flying lower down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Please plan to feed my kids at school for both breakfast and&lt;br /&gt;lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I will need a local Mexican driver's license so I can get easy&lt;br /&gt;access to government services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I do not plan to have any car insurance, and I won't make any&lt;br /&gt;effort to learn local traffic laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  In case one of the Mexican police officers does not get the&lt;br /&gt;memo from Pres. Fox to leave me alone, please be sure that all&lt;br /&gt;police officers speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I plan to fly the U.S. flag from my house top, put flag decals&lt;br /&gt;on my car, and have a gigantic celebration on July 4th.  I do not&lt;br /&gt;want any complaints or negative comments from the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I would also like to have a nice job without paying any taxes,&lt;br /&gt;and don't enforce any labor laws or tax laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Please  tell all the people in the country to be extremely nice&lt;br /&gt;and never say a critical word about me, or about the strain I might&lt;br /&gt;place on the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is an easy request, because you already do all these&lt;br /&gt;things for all the people who come to the U.S. from Mexico. I am&lt;br /&gt;sure that Pres. Fox won't mind returning the favor if you ask him&lt;br /&gt;nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if he gives you any trouble, just invite him to go quail&lt;br /&gt;hunting with your V.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your kind help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114485334047564540?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114485334047564540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114485334047564540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114485334047564540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114485334047564540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-was-sent-to-meit-made-me-lol-so-i.html' title='This was sent to me..It made me lol so i wantted to share it!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114479691200672456</id><published>2006-04-11T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:08:32.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have had a lot going on</title><content type='html'>Sorry i have not wrtoe in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a thing on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/katie_rice"&gt;myspace.com&lt;/a&gt; and I found a couple of friends that I went to school with. I have not talked to them in years and we have been talking for the past week none stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing going on around here is i found some friends from school and Colby repeats everything you say now. He all ready says a$$, I don't need him saying anything else bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy everyone&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114479691200672456?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114479691200672456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114479691200672456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114479691200672456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114479691200672456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-had-lot-going-on.html' title='Have had a lot going on'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114441468850654783</id><published>2006-04-07T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:58:08.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Colby is doing a lot better now. He is back to his old self running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is doing better he can walk better now and I don't have to do everything. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done anything other then go out of my mine these week.&lt;br /&gt;I have a long weekend a head of me. I have a bunch of things todo and little time todo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will talk to ya'll soon..have a good weekend    Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114441468850654783?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114441468850654783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114441468850654783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114441468850654783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114441468850654783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-colby-is-doing-lot-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114425019066264139</id><published>2006-04-05T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:16:30.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our net has been down for a while now and it just came back up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby is sick also, I forget what the doc said it was. I think it is rose something. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris hurt his foot sunday and had to go to the doc. They put a cast on it and told him not to walk on it for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with Colby not felling good and driving me crazy, Chris is also driving me crazy cause he can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back when things get back to the way they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114425019066264139?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114425019066264139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114425019066264139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114425019066264139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114425019066264139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-net-has-been-down-for-while-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114375572436288845</id><published>2006-03-30T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:55:24.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the chair looking at the tv not knowing what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story on discovery channel about two kids that sold weed.&lt;br /&gt;These boys are (Danny)20 and (Justin)21 years of age. They had there first smoke in the 8th grade. Then started selling it in high school and did not get in any trouble till one of the boys was killed.&lt;br /&gt;The mothers say they neaver had a clue about anything. They were rich kids, the moms said. When they asked for money  they gave it to them not asking or caring what for.  One mom said she looked threw her sons room but never found anything so she did not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short:&lt;br /&gt;Danny owed Justin $66000 for weed. He could not or would not pay it off. So Danny hired another 20yr old to kill Justin for $12000...&lt;br /&gt;Danny is now on death row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My point is:&lt;br /&gt;You never know what your kids can be doing be hind your back or who they are friends with that you dont know about. So make shure you keep a good eye on them and watch for the little things that you think might be something there just going threw!!&lt;br /&gt;These kids started all this in the 8th and 9th grade. That is very young to be smoking weed.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know wear in the hell did they get it in the 8th damn grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry if these is a bad post, but it bothers me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114375572436288845?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114375572436288845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114375572436288845&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114375572436288845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114375572436288845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-in-chair-looking-at-tv-not-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114357729205567278</id><published>2006-03-28T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:21:32.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday I went to my parents house for my brothers birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I did not have Colby because Patti still have him. It would take me 30min to get there and about 45 min to go to my parents. &lt;br /&gt;The point is every body and I mean everyone asked me were he was and why I did not brong him. I could not go 5min with out someone asking were he was and giving me a hard time about not bringing him. Which I understand, but damn! lol  &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Linny I will bring him over to see you one day this week if you wont or you can go with me to moms Sat. morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:&lt;br /&gt;  I was putting Colbys shirt on him the other day and I few min. I looked at him and saw that his tummy sticks out the bottom. lol It was so funny! I 4get how fast he out grows everything. Hell he is only 16 months old and wearing 24month cloths.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop going on about stupid things now. But thats what you get whenI have ohing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day every1.&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114357729205567278?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114357729205567278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114357729205567278&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114357729205567278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114357729205567278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-i-went-to-my-parents-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114321604794814798</id><published>2006-03-24T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:00:47.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it is Friday, this week has been long and I want it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti is taking Colby tonight. Her hubby is real big into bird hunting and is gone every weekend around this time of year. So she likes to keep Colby on the weekends. Which I'm ok with it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114321604794814798?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114321604794814798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114321604794814798&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114321604794814798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114321604794814798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgif_24.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114314485630942177</id><published>2006-03-23T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:14:41.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our computer is still not working so I can not post pic's. I was going to do a hnt but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any body knows what pant ball is, but we play every Sunday. You can play many diff ways . We play woods ball, its a lot more fun I think. There is about 20 of us who play, Crysatl and I are the only girls other then these one girl who plays sometimes. One team hids in the woods and the other team seaks them out one by one. Well, sometimes they like to stay in one spot and you walk right in to them and get fu** up. That happend to me last Sunday, I got 3 in the back, 1 on my side and 1 on top of my head. It does not fell to good, but damn if its not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Wel might be playing some of the cops around here one day. They play all the time and need some people to play with. We know most of the cops around here, so maybe they will take it easy on us.. Probley not, but a girl can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks its crazy. If she played one time I think she would have fun.&lt;br /&gt;So does Chris aunt, she thinks we are all nuts cause we played in the rain last Sunday. She also thinks its funny cause Crystal and I play. Mostley because we have more guy friends then we do girl friends. But the girls just drive my nuts. The play with there hair to much and just do things that most girls do. We are both tomboys. Its not my fault, I had 3 big brothers that I grew up haveing there friends like me. HA  lol  Never had to many girl friends. I'm weird, I know...If you don't like it...then well, get over it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one   &lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114314485630942177?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114314485630942177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114314485630942177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114314485630942177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114314485630942177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-computer-is-still-not-working-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114305418205646407</id><published>2006-03-22T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:03:02.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not done much of anything today, same old thing just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has a little sister named Lauren. She is in the 9th grade and she does cheers for her school and has a life of a 15 year old, always on the go. She called me today cause she is going to fail the 9th grade. She is so upset and knows she is going to be into some trouble. She only passed 3 out of 7 classes. Her mom knows she had these grades but was told she brougt them up to a passing grade.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she wants me to do about it. I will help her in anyway I can, but I don't know what the hell I can do other then to be there when she needs me. She was crying and needed some1 to be there today. Thats why she called me today&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting in the middle of her and her mom. Thats is the last thing I want to do. I fell that is what she wants with me. I can't help her there, not one bit. I will not do it, her mom is more then I can deal with. Don't get me wrong her mom is a nice lady, but she can get a little nutty when when she is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:&lt;br /&gt; I let Colby sit in his room and cry for an houre Tuesday night.  I felt so bad, but he has to stay in there. There was nothing wrong with him other then he wanted me to hold him.&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time in a while he took his nap in his room and did not cry when I laid him down. Thank the lord for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel I have to go fix Colby a late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114305418205646407?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114305418205646407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114305418205646407&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114305418205646407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114305418205646407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-not-done-much-of-anything-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114299516330604381</id><published>2006-03-21T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:39:23.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Linny I don't know what is going on with your site or hell it might just be my comp. But I can't get your site on my screen. The back ground shows up but nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:&lt;br /&gt;Colby can say so many words now. I can't beleave how big he is getting. Just yesterday it seemed like he said his first word. Now he can say dada, mama,nana,bird, see, dog, papa, stinkey, dong dong which is cause we call his great grandfater ding dong, But thats a different post.  I have been trying to get him to say Lindsey but us is coming out izzy or something different, I dono! lol&lt;br /&gt; Sorry Linny&lt;br /&gt;I know they are not big words but he starting to out them with one another. Like bye bye dada and wears titty...&lt;br /&gt;Titty means cat...lol thats are cats name...don't ask why, cause I don't know how he got.&lt;br /&gt;He is ony 16 months old...Thats good for his age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114299516330604381?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114299516330604381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114299516330604381&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114299516330604381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114299516330604381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/linny-i-dont-know-what-is-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114265335848747414</id><published>2006-03-17T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:42:38.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>This has been sich a long week for me. I'm so happy it is over and its the weekend. I just don't think I could take another day of none stop crying and everything that comes with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he is theething or just does not fell god but something is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;Well it could be that thing were most kids become demons at the age of 2.. But he is only 16months. A friend of mine has two boys and she tols me that is what he is doing just a little early. Just my luck! I mean he is one of them kids you see on tv that are out of control. He has never been like these, he just started these two weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that Chris has an aunt that love to keep Colby just about every Saterday night and most of the day Sunday. If it was not for her I don't know what I would do sometimes. I know others who have kids might not get breaks from there kids as much as I do. But, thank god I do! It's not likeI want to go out and party cause I have never have been one to do that. I stay home and clean or go out to eat with some friends every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after the well I have had I would love to go out and have some green beer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114265335848747414?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114265335848747414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114265335848747414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114265335848747414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114265335848747414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgif_17.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114255964445002978</id><published>2006-03-16T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:40:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, sometimes I just want to stay in bed forever..Today was one of them days I tell you.. I have not wanted to do a damn thing all day long.  However, I did clean up the house. It took everything I had in me todo it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby has been a pain in the ass all day. He has cryed and moned all day long. Nothing I could do would make him happy. I have done everything in my power to keep him happy, but nothing has worked. Thank god he is in bed now and I can go take a long hot bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good friday everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114255964445002978?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114255964445002978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114255964445002978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114255964445002978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114255964445002978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-sometimes-i-just-want-to-stay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114244044084216853</id><published>2006-03-15T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:34:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chris came back in to town Tuesday night around 10pm...It was good to see him but I wish he would have been gone a little longer..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby fell the other night and got a black eye... It looks bad, real bad I fell so bad for him. He would not stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to go back to cleaning this house. It's a reck and I have piles of cloths to wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114244044084216853?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114244044084216853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114244044084216853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114244044084216853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114244044084216853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/chris-came-back-in-to-town-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114217002720476650</id><published>2006-03-12T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:27:07.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just what I needed!</title><content type='html'>Pattie(Chris Aunt) came and got Colby Friday night and he stayed with her that night and we called her Saterday and she said dont worry about coming to get him he is ok. I will keep him tonight too. I was like ok! i miss the little guy, have not seen him sence Friday night at about 5pm. But I needed the weekend, I had a lot os things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is going to NC today, He will be back Tuesday or Wed..  I can do with a couple of days away from him too. I love him and all but sometimes you  need some time apart from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont have a computer till he gets back, I have been useing his notebook. Our computer has not been working at all. Its a pile, I wont to tose it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope every1 has had a good weekend and has a good week too. I talk to you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114217002720476650?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114217002720476650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114217002720476650&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114217002720476650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114217002720476650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-what-i-needed.html' title='Just what I needed!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114187150445094034</id><published>2006-03-08T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:31:44.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my computer is still being a pain in the ass. It's not working all the time and sence we dont pay for  the net I can't call and say anything! That sucks  big time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be at the court house today at 8am today. I was going to pay the tickets and not going to court but I forgot all about them till 6pm Tuesday night. My court date was today at 8:30am.  I payed the tickets at 8:15am. Just in time not to go to court!  Oh, Colby got a teddy bear from one of the girls that worked there. He was a hit up there, everyone wanted to play with him and not work.  It was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I took Colby to the park Tuesday. We gave the ducks bread and they tryed to eat me and Colby. Them damn dunks are not scared to come right up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Colby and I were sitting in the grass feeding them and a couple of them just came up right in our face and would not go away. It was just looking at me like "wear the hell my braed bitch".  lol&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy I tell you CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night every1 I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm about out right now, sorry if nothing makes sence!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114187150445094034?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114187150445094034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114187150445094034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114187150445094034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114187150445094034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-my-computer-is-still-being-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114170142669919759</id><published>2006-03-06T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:17:06.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I have not wrote in a while and I am sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some good news, Chris is not getting fired he just got wrote up and had to talk with his other boss. But everything is fine with that, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason wjy I have not been writting is because our computer is not working write. It took me 10 min just to load the screen to post. I can't wait that long, I all most went nutty on the comp! lol  But maybe it will be fixed soon! I don't think it will be, but I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post sucks...I'm tired and want to go to sleep. Hell I will tell the truth...I'm tired and I DON'T HAVE A LIFE TO TALK ABOUT!  LOL   DAMN&lt;br /&gt;Well I have one, but it is nothing to write about cause it is just about the same thing every day. Other then the times I spend 4 houres under a house trying to save some damn pups.(See Linnys post.lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I'm out sorry about the bad post......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114170142669919759?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114170142669919759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114170142669919759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114170142669919759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114170142669919759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114082078543939930</id><published>2006-02-24T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:39:45.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My week has been ok other then my father being, well my father. We are helping our parents move and its more trouble then it is worth!  Pain in the ass in batter words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris might lose his job cause of some things going on in the work place.  To make a long story short- a guy he works with has been doind some things at work for about 5 months now and gets away with it. Chris has asked for it to be solved over and over again abut it never happend. Chris had a meetting with the guy and there boss Wed. and he lost it and went off on the guy. Chris can only take so much before he will just lose it on someone. The problem should have been delt with months ago and it has now came down to this...&lt;br /&gt;Chris lost his temper and blew up on the guy..&lt;br /&gt;Chris said a lot of things are not going good now because of this..&lt;br /&gt;Chris got sent home today an houre early..&lt;br /&gt;Chris might get fired monday or tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;Then if he gets fired we have 7 days to find another place to live.&lt;br /&gt;Chris will have to find another job in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that I'm just peachy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114082078543939930?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114082078543939930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114082078543939930&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114082078543939930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114082078543939930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-week-has-been-ok-other-then-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114056503114493075</id><published>2006-02-21T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:38:36.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a while cause I have had a lot going on. Oh, plus I just don't feel like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well and everyone is having a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114056503114493075?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114056503114493075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114056503114493075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114056503114493075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114056503114493075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-114014209528869001</id><published>2006-02-16T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:08:15.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I ever said how much of a pain an the ass men are when it comes down to watching there kids.    O' wait. thats just my Chris!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how many time Chris has went out in the past two weeks with John or Lee to hang out or to get a beer. When I stay home with Colby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one time I tell him that I would like to go out with a friend to get a bit to eat, he has something he wants to do.   No matter what I say, he thinks he has the ass end of the deal. Then he tryms to give me a gult trip on how hungry he is, how he has to stay home and do nothing blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To makeit short...I went out and he called three times in 45min. to see when I was coming home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives me nuts!   &lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-114014209528869001?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/114014209528869001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=114014209528869001&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/114014209528869001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Vaentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;V-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hugs &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; kisses &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113993586214547714?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113993586214547714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113993586214547714&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113993586214547714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113993586214547714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vaentines-day-i-wish-every-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113985742962076178</id><published>2006-02-13T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:04:06.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.</title><content type='html'>*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first&lt;br /&gt;painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately&lt;br /&gt;wanted to paint another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat,&lt;br /&gt;and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite&lt;br /&gt;cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the&lt;br /&gt;special things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking I hear! d you say a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and&lt;br /&gt;I learned to trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a&lt;br /&gt;meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I&lt;br /&gt;learned that we all have to help take care of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your&lt;br /&gt;time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned&lt;br /&gt;that those who have somethingshould give to those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take&lt;br /&gt;care of our house and everyone in it and I learned&lt;br /&gt;we have to take care of what we are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled&lt;br /&gt;your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good&lt;br /&gt;and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from&lt;br /&gt;your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt,&lt;br /&gt;but it's all right to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared&lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to be everything that I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I&lt;br /&gt;need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and&lt;br /&gt;wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when&lt;br /&gt;you thought I wasn't looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher&lt;br /&gt;or friend) influence the life of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you touch the life of someone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine sent this to me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it and it is so very true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113985742962076178?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113985742962076178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113985742962076178&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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while now. So I'm going to but the word verification back on. I don't like it but I don't like the Blogger spam either. Sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113979130365394742?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113979130365394742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113979130365394742&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113979130365394742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113979130365394742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogger-spam.html' title='Blogger Spam'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113958858227531172</id><published>2006-02-10T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:23:06.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I drove 45 min. to get our GED scores today.  It was a pain in the ass cause of the none driving fools on 285n today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing-470   passed&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies-630  passed&lt;br /&gt;Science-650  passed&lt;br /&gt;Reading-710  passed&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics-520 passed&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2980&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Chris did very well on everything. He passed and can now go on to be a firemen. That's why he wanted to do and why he took the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Writing-530 passed&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies-490  passed&lt;br /&gt;Science-480  passed&lt;br /&gt;Reading-490 passed&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics-370  failed&lt;br /&gt;Total:2360&lt;br /&gt;I passed everything but the math test..You have to have at lest a 410 to pass any of the tests. If I would have had 40 more points I would have passed math. The lady said if I had got 2 or 3 more questions right I would have passed. So now I get to take it over and that just makes me so damn mad. I tried my hardest and I still did not pass the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to go now cause I'm not in a good mood and this did not help the problems in my life at all. Just makes be more pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113958858227531172?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113958858227531172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113958858227531172&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113958858227531172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113958858227531172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn.html' title='Damn!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113934809826869742</id><published>2006-02-07T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:35:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it end?</title><content type='html'>I have had the worst 2 months ever and itsnot getting better. Nothing has went right, everything that could go wrong has went wrong. I don't see anything getting better any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what has wrong in the past month:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I has a none driving ass hit me in Dec. and had to go to therapy 3 times a week for a month.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cant get State Farm to pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;3. Colby is not covered right now and have been fighting with them to get him back on the plan for over a month now.&lt;br /&gt;4. Colby has a rash on his tummy and I don't have the money to pay for him to go to the doctor right now.&lt;br /&gt;5. The guy I'm doing to wed thing for wont get off  my ass !&lt;br /&gt;6. Chris is just fucking Chris!&lt;br /&gt;7. My head has been hurting for the past 3 days and will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;8. I got two tickets the other day.  One for not haven a seat belt on and I DID HAVE IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;9. Colby will not eat anything but junk.&lt;br /&gt;10. Colby has not slept well the past couple of nights!     &lt;br /&gt;11. Need to clean the house but I'm tired of doing it myself when others trash it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm just worn out and it seems like it will never end!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113934809826869742?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113934809826869742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113934809826869742&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113934809826869742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113934809826869742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-will-it-end.html' title='When will it end?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113907358382551107</id><published>2006-02-04T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:25:34.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me now...Please</title><content type='html'>This past week has been hell. Everything bad that could happen has happened. I did not think anything more could happen to me...I was wrong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 8am to take Colby to patty's house for the day so I could just have a day to my self. On the way back I was just driving down the road singing and haven a good time. Then I come up to a 4way stop sign with a GSP looking back at me. I did not do anything wrong and had my seatbelt on so I was not worried about it just went on my way. When I passed him just stared at me and then I looked in my rear view and he turned around in the middle of the road and came flying up on my ass. So I pulled over and asked him what I did to make him pull me over, He said I did not have my belt on. I looked at him and said "yes I did". I told him that I had just been in a car reck and I have been wearing it ever sense. So he says " your going to tell me that you had your seat belt on when you past me back there." I said yes and he says well "I'm saying that you did not have it on and you have to deal with this one way or the other or they will put out a bench warrant for me." I was like what the fuck man.I did not say it but I was thinking about it. Then I told him " it's only 15$, I will pay it but your wrong about me not having it on. So we went back and forth for a while and I was a bitch about it cause it was all ready a week from hell so I did not care. Then he wrote me another ticket for not having my ID on me. So then I just started to have tears run down my face cause I was so pissed off. Not cause I wanted out of a ticket. He asked if I was crying and I said not I'm just really pissed and my eyes start to water when I get pissed off. Then he just gave me this look like I cant believe you just said that!&lt;br /&gt;After he gave me my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;citations &lt;/span&gt;he told me to drive safe and go home. I just rolled up my window and drove off. What's he going to do give me a citation for being a bitch! If he was not a GSP I could get out of the citations. I know just about every cop in Rockdale County and the sheriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little to say I have had the week from hell and the weekend is looking the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing a damn thing all day. I'm so pist off that I just might hurt someone if I go out. I will be better when I stop having bad days and people learn to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good fucking weekend people! &lt;br /&gt;Katie Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113907358382551107?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113907358382551107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113907358382551107&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113907358382551107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113907358382551107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/02/shoot-me-nowplease.html' title='Shoot me now...Please'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113863133699196363</id><published>2006-01-30T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:28:57.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why I can't tell this woman no!</title><content type='html'>Christopher mom asked me to stay with his little sister Lauren Monday night and Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;She is going out of town and someone needs to take her to and from school and stay with her at night. She is 15 years old and can't stay home by her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linny and I wear staying home with our brothers all day after school by our selves when I was 10...I think....My sister was "keeping an eye on me" but I was never there I was up the street at a friends house every day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;His mom does a lot for us and I have a problem telling her no when she ask me to do things if I don't want to do them. That's why I don't like her doing things for us to much cause I feel like I have to yes at times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she will be to bad. She is a little brat who gets any and everything she wants. She is a real pain in the ass. However, she knows I wont put up with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113863133699196363?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113863133699196363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113863133699196363&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113863133699196363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113863133699196363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-why-i-cant-tell-this-woman.html' title='I don&apos;t know why I can&apos;t tell this woman no!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113832501506592543</id><published>2006-01-26T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:24:46.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Dad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My crazy Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family and I went out to eat dinner at Mellow Mushroom tonight. It was a good idea till my mother got in a pissey mood. Nothing you can do will ever make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;-What set her off about is that I called my other brother Mitchell to tell him that we were going out to eat. Then she got mad at me for calling him cause he is staying with a friend about 45 min away so he cant go. How in the sam hell was I to know that and just cause he is not in town does not mean you cant call him to at lest till him we are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were just not going to tell him anything about it and just &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Mama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My crazy Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; leave him out. It I were him, that would piss me off more.&lt;br /&gt;-Another thing she likes to do is Rube on you, hug and kiss you every 5sec. when you sit next to her. I don't mind it so much if I have not seen her in a while and she hugs me and what not but damn leave me the hell alone for a min or two.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, and she loves to tell me how to take care of my son. She says I don't feed him right and I need to this and that her way-ect....&lt;br /&gt;"HE IS MINE I WILL DO WHAT I PLEASE WITH HIM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom and everything but she drives me up the wall and I cant deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;plus I have to deal with her about LINNY! I don't mind it, but the things she wants to bitch about are just...Well...Stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh....Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113832501506592543?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113832501506592543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113832501506592543&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113832501506592543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113832501506592543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-crazy-dad-family-and-i-went-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113821113578182839</id><published>2006-01-25T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:45:35.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#a0cdff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stipper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;amp;tmpid=1826&amp;amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D62983%2526playListId%253D63001%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Barbie Girl&lt;/a&gt; by Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic&lt;br /&gt;You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hilarious and cute - yet you still pull off sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/"&gt;What Song Should You Strip To?&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/15173291-113821113578182839?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113821113578182839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113821113578182839&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113821113578182839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113821113578182839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-stipper-song-is-barbie-girl-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113811796906200868</id><published>2006-01-24T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T10:52:49.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Px got me again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently, I need to write down 5 weird habits I have, then tag 5 people to do the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;I have a thing with cows. I love them and I have just about anything you could think of in cow other then cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I like to day dream about diff things.  Sometimes I'm saving the world other times I'm beating the shit out of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; I don't like it when people look at me for a long time. It freaks me out and I just wont to run away crying. My friends know these and they do it just to piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; I forget to call people back when I tell them I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; I cant remember anything anyone tells me or ask me to do. I think that's why friends tell me things cause they know I will 4get so I cant run my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people that I'm tagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linny...&lt;br /&gt;Drywall mom...&lt;br /&gt;Courtney...&lt;br /&gt;Lucy...&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say PP but px tagged her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113811796906200868?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113811796906200868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113811796906200868&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113811796906200868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113811796906200868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/px-got-me-again.html' title='Px got me again!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113777763084927346</id><published>2006-01-20T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:20:30.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/d3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/d2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know what to think of this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113777763084927346?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113777763084927346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113777763084927346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113777763084927346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113777763084927346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/poor-dogs.html' title='Poor dogs'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113759884877470913</id><published>2006-01-18T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:40:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-Z tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A - Age you got your first Kiss:&lt;/span&gt; I was 13 or 14...I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B - Band listening to right now:&lt;/span&gt;Nothing, if I was it would be Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C- Crush:&lt;/span&gt;  Chris, but he is on my last nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D- Drink of Choice:&lt;/span&gt; Coke or Sweet tea...Hard to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E - Easiest person:&lt;/span&gt; I would have to say my friend Krystal...She is not all there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F - Favorite band at the moment:&lt;/span&gt; Brooks &amp; Dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?:&lt;/span&gt;Gummy worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H – Holiday:&lt;/span&gt; Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I - Instruments:&lt;/span&gt; Don't have one..could not play one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J - Juice&lt;/span&gt;: Orange and Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-Kids:&lt;/span&gt; Have one, love them..don't want any more right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L - Longest car ride ever:&lt;/span&gt; I drove to Tampa, FL all by myself..6 hours..Man was I bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M - Major:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N - Nicknames:&lt;/span&gt;Katie Mae, Katie Sue, Mama Mae and I will stop there cause no1 needs to know the others..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O - One wish:&lt;/span&gt; To give my son a good child hood with no worrys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P - Phobia[s]:&lt;/span&gt; CLOWNS..I don't like them at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Quote&lt;/span&gt;: "Take it one day at a time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R - Reason to smile:&lt;/span&gt; Colby....Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S - Song you sang last:&lt;/span&gt; Golddigger - Kanye West...I sing it all the time cause it is my ring tone on my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T - Time you woke up [today]: &lt;/span&gt;7 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U - Unknown fact about me:&lt;/span&gt; I have to think about this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V - Vegetable you hate:&lt;/span&gt; Anything green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W - Worst thing to have happened to you:&lt;/span&gt; I went with a guy named Richard for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-rays you've had:&lt;/span&gt;i have not a clue!&lt;br /&gt;I have had just 6 taken in the last 3 weeks .&lt;br /&gt;I have others but have no clue on how many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y - Yummy food:&lt;/span&gt; Snow crab...anything really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z - Zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt; Leo....I think...Oct. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tag any body who has not done this!&lt;br /&gt;PP mostley...You can doit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113759884877470913?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113759884877470913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113759884877470913&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113759884877470913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113759884877470913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/z-tag-not-my-fault-age-you-got-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113751060597649106</id><published>2006-01-17T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:46:11.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Px today....The A-Z thing....I think, I was at S and my computer had a brain fart and kicked me off the net....Sorry but I'm not doing it over right now..Maybe later probley Wed. I will do it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113751060597649106?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113751060597649106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113751060597649106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113751060597649106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113751060597649106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-tagged-by-px-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113750819307765609</id><published>2006-01-17T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:29:53.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday the night of hell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Colby%20at%20Poohs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Colby%20at%20Poohs2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linny, Chris, Colby and I went out to eat Sunday night. It was around 6:30pm I think and Colby goes to bed around 7pm. I did not even think about what time it was when we left.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going ok till a little while after we sat down. Colby was just being a pain in the ass because he wanted to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He was crying and showing his ass and everyone was looking at us. I was like what the hell can I do other then do what I can to calm him down. I mean he is a one year old and does not know that he cant do that. You cant relay tell him what he is doing wrong and ask or tell him to stop. That just does not work people!&lt;br /&gt;When we got are food he was better cause he had something to put in his mouth. Then LINNY wanted to play I guess. LOL Linny grabbed him with something she had. I don't know what it was right now. But Colby did not like it and cried his little eyes out. I could not get him to calm down for anything. He was screaming as loud as he could and everyone was like OMG what did you do!&lt;br /&gt;So I took him outside and calmed him down and came back in. He was sitting with me playing and the next thing I know my leg was real warm. He had peed threw his cloths and on to me. I was like mother fuck! I got him all cleaned up and was back at the table with him, not two sec. later he spelt my tea then spelt Chris tea. The table was a mess and I stunk thanks to Colby all I wanted to do was go home.&lt;br /&gt;We got out to the truck and then Linny says the people sitting behind us made a smart ass comment about Colby crying and the other little girl next to us that was crying. I don't know why she did not tell me inside. Maybe cause I would have let out all my rage on them. I don't see why she would have a problem with that! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113750819307765609?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113750819307765609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113750819307765609&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113750819307765609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113750819307765609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-night-of-hell.html' title='Sunday the night of hell!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113717521956378940</id><published>2006-01-13T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:00:19.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Raining its pouring the old main is  ?  I don't  know the rest!</title><content type='html'>Well is taking Colby tonight for me...Thanks a bunch...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can talk Chris in to going to a movie with me. I don't think he will do it, but I can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with all the doctors now. I went for the last time today.   Thank god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go cause it is getting nasty outside and I have to unplug the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one people&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113717521956378940?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113717521956378940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113717521956378940&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113717521956378940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113717521956378940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-raining-its-pouring-old-main-is-i.html' title='Its Raining its pouring the old main is  ?  I don&apos;t  know the rest!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113699587329025212</id><published>2006-01-11T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:11:13.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May he rest in peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Officer Dafney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was a  loving friend, Father,&lt;br /&gt;Husband, and an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Sunset.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Sunset.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May he forever rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;with the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113699587329025212?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113699587329025212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113699587329025212&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113699587329025212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113699587329025212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/may-he-rest-in-peace.html' title='May he rest in peace'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113699551196310597</id><published>2006-01-11T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:05:12.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Host at Mellow Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;2) Host at Up the Creek (I had it made there. I don't know why I ever left!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Rental Asst.- Town and Country Dodge&lt;br /&gt;4)Casheir at Dollar G.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR MOVIES YOU WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hope Floats....Sorry Linny&lt;br /&gt;2) Four Brothers&lt;br /&gt;3) Fox and the hound....I know I'm to old for it..But I don't care)&lt;br /&gt;4) Harry Potter movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU HAVE LIVED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;2) Decatur, GA&lt;br /&gt;3) AZ..I think&lt;br /&gt;4) Conyers, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Charmed&lt;br /&gt;2) King of the Hill&lt;br /&gt;3) Law and Order&lt;br /&gt;4) Cops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Somplace in FL&lt;br /&gt;2) Tampa, FL&lt;br /&gt;3) I have only had 2 vacation cause are family never did things like that.&lt;br /&gt;4) Now that I'm with Chris we go with his family in July every year. I do have fun Linny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Steak&lt;br /&gt;2) Snowcrab&lt;br /&gt;3) Chile&lt;br /&gt;4) Pork chops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR PLACES YOU WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In my nice big bed&lt;br /&gt;2) On the beach&lt;br /&gt;3) In the mountains&lt;br /&gt;4) Taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR BLOGGERS YOU WOULD HAVE TAGGED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Linny&lt;br /&gt;2) PX&lt;br /&gt;3) Berly&lt;br /&gt;4) Drywall mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113699551196310597?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113699551196310597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113699551196310597&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113699551196310597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113699551196310597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/four-jobs-youve-had-in-your-life-1_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113692721872116591</id><published>2006-01-10T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:06:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have nothing to write about&lt;br /&gt;So I will post pic's of Colby today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2310.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2310.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wearing my cowboy boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2314.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2314.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2313.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2313.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing with my cowboy boot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113692721872116591?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113692721872116591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113692721872116591&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113692721872116591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113692721872116591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-nothing-to-write-about-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113658946858063613</id><published>2006-01-06T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:17:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I hope everyone's week went well!&lt;br /&gt;I have been to the Doc. 3 times this week and they want me to come 3 times a week for the next 2 or 3 weeks. I really don't want to cause I don't like doctors and when I leave I feel worse then when I went in. That is why I have not been posting. My back and neck hurt when I try to sit here and type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I are going to take the last two parts of the GED test Sat. I think I did well on the other three parts of the test. Only thing that sucks is that you have to wait 4 weeks to know if you passed or not. Wish us luck people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear are some pic's of my friend that had her baby! She named the baby Autumn by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/Colby%20144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/Colby%20144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi and  I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/IMG_2277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/IMG_2277.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandi and Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113658946858063613?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113658946858063613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113658946858063613&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113658946858063613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113658946858063613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-i-hope-everyones-week-went-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113623915549062039</id><published>2006-01-02T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:59:15.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I have not done a damn thing all day long. I just have not been able to make myself do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Its just one of them days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113623915549062039?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113623915549062039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113623915549062039&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113623915549062039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113623915549062039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-have-not-done-damn-thing-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113599291101042989</id><published>2005-12-30T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:20:32.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this from Linny who got it from Drywall mom...</title><content type='html'>&gt;1. What is your full name?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Katie Renee Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2. What color pants are you wearing now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good old blue jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends-as in the tv show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rice Krispie Treats abd a hunny bun...HeHe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7. How is the weather right now?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little chilly but nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My friend Krystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10. How old are you today? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11. Favorite drink? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet tea-no lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12. Favorite sport? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baseball...I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13. Hair color? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medium brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14. Do you wear contacts? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15. Siblings? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One sister and two brothers..Well my mom gave birth to another boy.But I don't clam him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;16. Favorite month? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17. Favorite food? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;18. What was the last movie you saw?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Skeleton Key..The ending SUCKED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19. Favorite day of the year?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I cant pick just one..If I had to it would be Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Call my sister, Crystal or just write it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21. What is your favorite toy as a child?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was a little purple doll that lights up when you press her tummy. I still have it till this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;22. Summer or winter?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Neither, Fall is my favorite. If I had to choose it would be summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;24. Chocolate or vanilla? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;25. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes..They better if they know what is good for them...LOL...J/K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;28. Last time you cried? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Sat.......Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;29. What's under your bed? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boxes that Chris  will not throw away..They have nothing in them...Just boxes that things came in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;30. The friend you have had the longest? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandi...Going on 16 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;31. What did you do last night? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris and I went to dinner in Buckhead..Them went to get Colby and came home and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;32. What are you afraid of? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I will not be able to give my son the things I never had. Not have to worry about money all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;33. Buttered or salted popcorn?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Buttered movie popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;34. Favorite car? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ford F250 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;35. Favorite flower? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;36. Number of keys on your key ring? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;37. How many years at your current job? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't have a job..Stay at home mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;38. Favorite day of the week? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;39. What did you do for your last birthday? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went out with my friends and went to my mothers house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;40. How many states have u lived in? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 or 3   I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;41. How many cities have you lived in?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hell I duno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113599291101042989?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113599291101042989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113599291101042989&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113599291101042989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113599291101042989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-this-from-linny-who-got-it-from.html' title='I got this from Linny who got it from Drywall mom...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113586838928634862</id><published>2005-12-29T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:59:49.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another long day to come!</title><content type='html'>Well today I'm going to the mall to take back some boots and jeans that I got for Christmas. I just hope to god that there are not to many damn people. I don't like being around lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;Pluse I'm going with Chris mom and sister to the mall. I like them and all just sometimes I cant deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to go see Brandi and the baby later at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris and I are going out to eat tonight with the gift card of friends gave us.&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about going to eat us there is that I don't have any nice cloths to wear. I only own jeans and boots. So I have to ask a friend for her nice cloths. LOL I have nice cloths, but I'm to fat for them because I have not lost all the wait from being Prego..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113586838928634862?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113586838928634862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113586838928634862&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113586838928634862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113586838928634862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-long-day-to-come.html' title='Another long day to come!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113581980961338547</id><published>2005-12-28T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:30:09.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All day at East Side</title><content type='html'>This is about a girl that I have known for  about 16 years. She is 9 months prego and due any day. Her name is Brandi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping good all night. First time in a while cause of my back. Then 5am my best friends mom called me. She said that Brandi has been at the hospital sense 1am that night cause she started having labor pains. Cindy her mom said that she is 5cm dilated and I need to get to the hospital as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;brandi is my best friend and I would do anything for her. She feels the same about me. She wanted me to be there for her during the birth and all that.&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped up and got dressed went to wake Chris up at 7am to watch Colby for me so I could go be with her. Little to say that was not going to happen. I could not make his F***ing ass get up for nothing. No matter what I did, he would not get up. Around 9am Brandi called me and said bring Colby I have some1 that will watch him while you are with me. So I got him dressed and his bag packed and I was out the door. I was pulling up in the parking lot when Chris called and ask wear I'm at. I told him and he said "why did you not wake me up". He did not remember a damn thing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I got to the hospital at 10:30am and did not leave till 6pm. She was having a very hard time and the baby did not want out! Around 5:30pm the finally said they need to do a Sae... (don't know how to spell that) on her right away. Then I had to leave cause Colby was tired and has not slept all day. Then few min. after I leave. Cindy (Brandis mom) calls me and said she had her at 6:11pm. I was like mother fucker. I had been there all damn day and as soon as I leave you are going to have the baby. LOL I was not mad, just like what the fuck! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Well the good news is baby and mama made it threw everything very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6:11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   7lbs &amp; 19inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little to say I'm very tired and Colby cried the hole 35 min drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to bed. Night all&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113581980961338547?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113581980961338547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113581980961338547&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113581980961338547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113581980961338547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-day-at-east-side.html' title='All day at East Side'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113565070960444280</id><published>2005-12-26T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:31:49.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Christmas we had</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; It was not all bad but it was not  a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurt all day cause I did not take my pain meads be4 I left the house.&lt;br /&gt;I was out the night be4 at a Christmas party and did not get home till 1am then did not go to sleep till like 3am cause I was still a little drunk and the room was moving arounf to much when I go tin the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up at 7am opened Colbys things then left for my moms.&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to Chris nanny's.&lt;br /&gt;When we got Colby out of the car at Nanny's house he had shit all over him the car seat and now Chris. So I ran threw the house with baby in arms out away from me of course. Did not need shit on me too. Colbys crying very loud and people are lol at us. Witch it was rather funny. Then undressed him in the tub and then put him in the shower. He does not like the shower at all. He was crying as loud as he could at hitting me in the face as I tried to get the pooh off of him.&lt;br /&gt;After we had him cleaned up and he seen all his new toys. He was all better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home that night and took down the tree and anything that had to do with Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Christmas is over done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong I love Christmas and all. I just wanted it to be over with. It has been nothing but a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113565070960444280?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113565070960444280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113565070960444280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113565070960444280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113565070960444280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-christmas-we-had.html' title='What a Christmas we had'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113518916370112230</id><published>2005-12-21T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:19:26.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Another thing I don't understand is why men feel like they have to hide there porn....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of porn, I don't like the fact that he looks at it cause that makes me think there is something wrong with me. I know that's dumb but that is just me. However, I don't care if he has porn movies and what not, but don't hide it from me. That is when I get mad. I don't like people hiding things from me. I has one or two that I know about and he knows that I don't care if he has them but just don't do it with me around!&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready for bed Tuesday night when I found some that he tried to hide from me. I was not looking for anything. I was just fixing the sheets when I found 4 porn movies under the bed. Then I wanted to know why he was hiding them from me. I don't know if I should say something to him about them or just wait to see if he says anything about them cause they are gone. It's not that big of a deal I just don't like people hiding stuff from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113518916370112230?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113518916370112230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113518916370112230&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113518916370112230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113518916370112230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='?!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113503033793406111</id><published>2005-12-19T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:08:08.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a little kid right now!</title><content type='html'>With Christmas being only 6 days away. I can't wait to wake up and help Colby open his Christmas gifts and then head to my moms, then to nanny and ding dongs house(ding dong is chris grandpa/don't ask me why they call him that/its a whole other post), then to my grandpa's house. I just seeing every body and getting and giving gifts. Plus it seems like the only day of the year around here that people can be nice to others. People are always happy and will to give a little more then any other time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the youngest and Linny is the oldest at 27 with three boys between us. We all want to be there at like 8am in the morning to eat breakfast then open gifts. It's funny really...My mom thinks that we are way to old for it . How in the world could you be to old for Christmas? I mean really. Come on now!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Past Christmas memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can remember when I was still at home with my mom and pops. My oldest brother Scott would wake me up at like 7am or 7:30am in the morning to wake up my parents so we could open our gifts. He will never tell you that he did this but everyone knows he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then One year my other brother Mitchell got a bow. The next thing we know he is playing with it in the living room and then next thing we know. I arrow flies across the room in to the wall missing my other brother Morgan or Scott by a hair. Then all hell broke lose between him my dad... Well that's not a happy memory but it was very funny....After words any way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113503033793406111?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113503033793406111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113503033793406111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113503033793406111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113503033793406111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-like-little-kid-right-now.html' title='I feel like a little kid right now!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113479162005835849</id><published>2005-12-16T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:53:40.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/window2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/window2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/1600/300light.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3779/1396/320/300light.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 10:30pm on a Friday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my brother and some friends of ours tonight and got something to eat at Up the Creek then went on to wall-Mart to do a little Christmas Shopping. Then I came home cause My back hurts and I just wont to stay home and do nothing while I can. Linny has the baby for the night! Much needed, thanks Linny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home took a nice long hot bath then I sate down and looked around the house. (Remember that I hurt my back and I have not been all there in the past week cause of the meds they have me on. So there for I have not picked up the house, cleaned, washed cloths or anything of that sort.) So I'm looking around the room and I just want to die. There are toys all over the place, Colbys high chair that I need to clean from him haven lunch, and you can tell wear Chris came in from work and got undressed to take a shower. There are his boots, socks, shirt, pants. I'm just like FUCK AN A MAN! I got up and picked it all up then went on to the Kitchen. I made Christmas cookies today and everything I had used is in the sink. I can't just clean on thing in the room. I have to do everything top to bottom or nothing at all. After that I went to Colbys room....DIRTY...So I cleaned it....Then went to every other room in the house and cleaned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my country music turned up, cleaning and singing, just being in a weird mood but a good one I look out the window and the guy who lives next to me is looking at me like I have lost my mind...So I started to sing to him and making a fool of myself. Which I do a lot and its a lot of fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm posting this..I know people could care less....But I don't care to much right now...So if you don't like it..Well...........Hell I duno...Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone and merry Christmas to all.....&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113479162005835849?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113479162005835849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113479162005835849&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113479162005835849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113479162005835849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-alone.html' title='Home alone!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113439502794578902</id><published>2005-12-12T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:47:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/heart-f-MAMAMAE.png" alt="Marvelous Amorous Minx Adeptly Made for Arousing Embraces" border="0" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://shadowfish.blogspot.com/"&gt;PX&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113439502794578902?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113439502794578902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113439502794578902&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113439502794578902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113439502794578902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-this-from-px.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113439429013374806</id><published>2005-12-12T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:31:30.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going a lot better now, my neck and back are still a little stiff  but other then that I'm doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to write about to day other then I have a lot to do and I really don't feel like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all most Christmas  people, my favorite time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113439429013374806?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113439429013374806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113439429013374806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113439429013374806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113439429013374806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-going-lot-better-now-my-neck-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113408688614219357</id><published>2005-12-08T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:08:06.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not wrote post in a while. I was dealing with Chris cause he was sick. Then the other night me and Colby were in a car accident the other day.&lt;br /&gt; Colby is fine but I pulled some major muscles in my back and in a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluse they gave me Flexeril 10mg, Ibuprofen 800mg,  and Lortab500mg so I am not all there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write soon...Maby...Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113408688614219357?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113408688614219357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113408688614219357&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113408688614219357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113408688614219357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-i-have-not-wrote-post-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113389217170275550</id><published>2005-12-06T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:02:51.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chris has been sick all week and the Doc. told him not to go to work till Thursday. So he is at him on the couch driving me crazy. I know he does not feel good but come on. He does not want to lay in the bed he wants to be on the couch. But Colby wants to play with him and is being loud like 1 year olds do best.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris will get mad cause Colby is being loud and I'm not making him stop. What the hell should I do, he is playing with his toys like he always does. He is not doing something he should not be. So I'm not going to get on to him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are men so helpless when they are sick?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind taking care of him because he does not feel well. However, he needs to get over Colby playing if he is not going to stay in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to vent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113389217170275550?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113389217170275550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113389217170275550&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113389217170275550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113389217170275550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/chris-has-been-sick-all-week-and-doc.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15173291.post-113364464749130680</id><published>2005-12-03T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:30:27.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>Well I just read my last post and realized that it made no sense what so ever.... I have had no sleep on the past week and I have been going none stop. Sorry about the last post. It was ruff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Linny did not get on my ass about it!&lt;br /&gt;Strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I went to take my GED today. We got there at 10 till 8am and we did all the paper work. Then we stood in line forever to pay and turn in a paper work and what not. Then the lady tells us that they are full and that we can't take the test today. I was pist! I asked the lady why did someone tell me about on the phone when I called that we could do it all in the same day. She said that some other's are here from last week pluse the people that were in front of us toolk all the spots open. Little to say that I was not happy and showed my ass a little bit, So now we have to go back on Dec. 10 to take 3 of the tests and then go back Jan.7 and take the others. Then wait another 4 weeks to see if we past. What a pain in my ass man... I'm going now cause I'm worn out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;If i did the whole not making sense thing or spelling thing today.. Sorry....I don't care to much right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15173291-113364464749130680?l=mamamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/feeds/113364464749130680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15173291&amp;postID=113364464749130680&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113364464749130680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15173291/posts/default/113364464749130680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamae.blogspot.com/2005/12/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491043321426803807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnYKqHVE7iQ/SL1rchbWqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NErftI-V4hU/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
