<?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-7129285</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:42:28.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyboard Confessionals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-109173692529985093</id><published>2004-08-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:15:25.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Deny the Obvious</title><content type='html'>Before:  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0362153/Ss/0362153/6488501_2_11.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Hilton,%20Paris"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0362153/Ss/0362153/6488501_2_11.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;amp;path_key=Hilton,%20Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:  &lt;a href="http://channels.aimtoday.com/celebrity/news.jsp?floc=ce-main-4-l3&amp;p=11"&gt;http://channels.aimtoday.com/celebrity/news.jsp?floc=ce-main-4-l3&amp;amp;p=11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a big deal if I had not just read in Cosmo that she swears she didn't have them done.  hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-109173692529985093?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/109173692529985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=109173692529985093' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109173692529985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109173692529985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-deny-obvious.html' title='Why Deny the Obvious'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-109167077290134669</id><published>2004-08-04T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:52:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a Break</title><content type='html'>Ok, so guys wanna know why girls are so suspicious.  They wanna know why we are soooo insecure.  They wanna know why we get so worked up if they don't tell us where they're going.  Well here are 7 reasons why--your own pals are creating the insecurities.  I found this on hotmail.com's homepage today.  Piss-poor, boys, piss poor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships the adage "cheaters never prosper" seems to say it all, but as many women know, men are often interested in more than prosperity. How do things get to the point where he might cheat on you? After all, you're an attractive, funny, sexy and smart woman. You should be enough for him, right? In an ideal world, yes — but when was the last time your world was ideal? Not recently, if you can relate in the least bit to the sting of infidelity. There are numerous reasons why men may endanger a relationship by cheating — if you catch a guy in a confessional mood here are a few you may hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fear of commitment"I had been dating Michelle for about four months when the invitation to her Dad's party arrived. I guess we were an item, but it was freaky becoming a 'plus one' overnight. Maybe that's why I hooked up with my buddy's cousin, I don't know. She was pretty, from out of town and understood this was a one-time thing ... I never did make it to that party." — Victor, Scottsdale, Ariz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For the thrill of it"Every year I'm responsible for an intern. Usually it is some clingy, overachieving geek, but this year I scored. A redheaded beauty, she knew she was the bee's knees and enjoyed watching me drool. It was risky and I didn't get much work done, but my girlfriend knows my work comes first." — Roger, Atlanta, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is not fulfilled "My ex, Brenda and I started out sharing late nights, long talks and make out sessions at the pub. It was beautiful, but it faded quickly. Now I'm lucky to get her off the couch. And physical intimacy? Well, forget about it. I think it was a return to those early days I was looking for that Saturday night I found myself at the pub by myself and on the prowl. I didn't leave alone, but I sure feel that way now." — TJ, San Francisco, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sabotage"Sandie and I always seemed mismatched, but between my waffling and her crying I could never quite end it with her. It got so bad that eventually I started to resent her. I had to do something. I know it wasn't right, but one night I hit on a friend of hers and well, something happened. It wasn't the best way to end a relationship but at least it's done." — Drew, Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Revenge"I love parties and I wasn't about to miss another just because my girlfriend doesn't — so I went stag. Sure, there were some real hotties there and a little innocent flirting on my part, but that's all. But that wasn't good enough for Gina. She was sure I had cheated, and holds it over my head to this day. Well, let her think what she wants. She's got a past, too. There will be other parties and maybe next time I won't be so innocent." — Alex, Buffalo, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Because you let him"Yeah I admit it. I am a little bit of a dog when it comes to the ladies. Even though I consider Angela my girlfriend, there have been other women. I'm not saying that she thinks it was okay, but she did catch me once and after a little groveling and some flowers she took me right back. A man's got his needs. I think she knows that." — Paul, Pasadena, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Emotional escape"The week before I left for my trip, Heather and I got into another doozy. I love her and all, but no matter what I say she always ends up nagging me. I'm just tired of it. I travel a lot and I've got way too much invested in the relationship to break it off, so I have just decided to mix business with pleasure. What she doesn't know won't hurt her and I really need a break now and then." — Sean, Chicago, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-109167077290134669?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/109167077290134669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=109167077290134669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109167077290134669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109167077290134669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/08/gimme-break.html' title='Gimme a Break'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-109103599062765974</id><published>2004-07-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T10:33:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Land"</title><content type='html'>By now anyone reading this knows I am a much bigger supporter of George W than old man 'Wizard of Oz' trees (thanks to Mrs. J for that name).&amp;nbsp; But this is too funny, you gotta be able to take it if ya dish it.&amp;nbsp; Check out &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com"&gt;www.jibjab.com&lt;/a&gt; and click on "This Land"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-109103599062765974?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/109103599062765974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=109103599062765974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109103599062765974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109103599062765974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-land.html' title='&quot;This Land&quot;'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-109088792005034432</id><published>2004-07-26T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T17:25:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Rome's version of Aggieland...asshole</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have listened to Jim Rome's show on the radio a couple of times, but had to change it because of his strange lisp thing he has going for one and two for his uncontrollable need to seem more knowledgable than he really is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was sent the following article that I have cut and pasted.&amp;nbsp; There are a few parts of the article that actually made me kind of laugh and a few I somewhat agree with.&amp;nbsp; However, when you start cutting down Aggie women you need to reassess yo' self, there are&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;smokin' girls&amp;nbsp;here...guys too of course ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here it goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was heard on Jim Rome's radio show recently. For those of you who don't know who Rome is, he is a nationally syndicated sports talk show personality based in California with no other connections to Texas. &lt;br /&gt;You see, ESPN is spending the season following the A &amp; M Football team for some documentary. Well, I guess Rome has something to say about the Aggies &amp;amp; College Station. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"They won't shut up. They have to go on about spirit, and old army, and red ass, and how bonfire represents the burning sensation they have in their urine to beat UT, and blah blah blah. Shut up. You start to get the feeling the entire school was built to spite UT. Forget the fact that when the Texas Legislature back in the 1870's passed legislation to start a state university they also decided to have a subsidiary branch of the main school(University of Texas) that would teach agriculture and mechanics. Aggies love to say their school is older, from where they get that I don't know......the fact is, the State intended A&amp;M to be a branch of UT. They are like the afterbirth from the original creation. Like Danny Devito in "Twins". So they apparently have this complex, so much so, that they must devote their entire school to trying to prove to UT that they are just as good. All the while, nobody at UT denies that A&amp;amp;M is a good school, yet they won't shut up. So they write a fight song......about?....Texas, and how they want to beat them. They have a Fish Camp for freshman where they tell them how bad Texas is and how good A&amp;M and all its traditions are. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is the world's largest known case of penis envy, and it is manifested in everything A&amp;M does. The people at A&amp;amp;M. Now we all have friends who went to A&amp;M or are at A&amp;amp;M. There are some nice people there. However...there is the Corp. East Texas' answer to dreams of ROTC kids everywhere. For every boy scout who never learned to stop playing with his GI Joe Toys, there is the Corp. Now, forget the fact that A&amp;M will actually let people with sub-par grades enroll if they agree to join the Corp. Forget the fact that the Corps looked like a Gestapo hate rally while beating down students on Kyle Field in 1995. Forget the fact that along with the numerous hazing charges that have been filed against them, and swept under the rug over the years, they just this past month have had one Corps member bring charges against another Corps member who apparently had been propositioning others for a little actual sodomy. Not only could I go on with more instances of idiocracy by these Khaki-clad-shaven-headed-dorks, I am sure each of you have your own stories. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The point is: We all respect West Point, Annapolis, The Air Force Academy; however, nobody respects the Corp. I imagine they are kind of the laughing stock of the military world. Just because you dress like the Army, and try and act like the Army, does not make you the Army. People at A&amp;M don't even respect these clowns. It is not cool to shave your head and dress up. Halloween is only supposed to be one day of the year. If you want to carry guns and beat up civilians, move to Israel. It is even less cool to slobber on somebody's daughter on national television and call it a tradition. Dry humping 18 year old girls in the stands at football games is not cool. Not only is it not cool, it should be against the law. I know that in College Station, students are just prone to mount each other on the campus lawn, or in the middle of class, or anytime anything good happens you can just grab the girl sitting next to you and start sucking on her face. But everywhere else in the world, it is looked down upon. Especially if you are doing it on my TV. That is why we have moved the game from Thanksgiving. Because people across the nation were gagging on their turkey when in the middle of watching a football game, some boy scout is tongue thrashing some overweight co-ed during somebody's Thanksgiving dinner. We do not need to see burly women engaged in a suckfest every time your woeful offense manages to put points on the board. Some of these girls are in desperate need of a trip to the Clinique counter. Screw that, forget make-up, it is too late for that, just give them a veil. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"t.u." is not funny. It is NOT insulting. It is dumb. Just imagine if folks from Texas kept talking about M&amp;A and giggling. That would not be funny. In fact, it would be retarded. That's why UT fans don't do it. Please learn. You want to lose the image of country bumpkins, of a people fond of sheep, of people that aren't stupid? Then quit building things that fall down. Quit chasing cheerleaders around with swords on national TV. Quit whooping in church. Quit whooping period. Quit putting up scoreboards for the enjoyment of dead mammals. Quit spending your Friday nights practicing how to yell. Quit telling rape jokes to reporters when you're running for Governor. When you are filling out season ticket renewals, and the form asks for your phone #, H &amp;amp; W, quit putting 258-3999, Height 6'3", Weight 185. Just, collectively, stop making asses of yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Go to East Texas, tour every small town, and ask every red neck with a 5th grade education why they cheer for A&amp;M and wear maroon. That is your fan base. This is why you are perceived by the educated masses as stupid. Nobody cares if you think your band is better. They might be louder, they might march in neat little zig zags, but they have no musical ability. The point is, nobody cares who wins halftime. Quit getting geeked up about marching bands. I find it hard to believe you stood through your high school band's entire halftime performance. And why? Cause nobody cared then and nobody cares now. Plus, you can hear them fine sitting down even if you do care. Why is it cool all of a sudden now that you're in college? Men should never let out high pitched whooping sounds. Perhaps the only justifiable situation in which this can be tolerated is perhaps during an anal probe. Oh wait...I understand now. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dogs are not ladies. They don't look or smell like ladies. Dogs eat their own feces and should be treated accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally, College Station is an arm-pit of a town. Quit pretending that it is a great college town. It is a town and there is a college there. That should be the end of this comparison. If you feel that life doesn't get any better than the Dixie Chicken, and enjoy being stuck in a never ending "Dukes of Hazard" episode, then move there. More importantly, don't move to Austin.....they are trying to create an educated, technological, and open minded population base. Austin is, and will continue to be, the birthplace and final resting place of all that is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As my friend Stephen Johnson once said: "If the world were ever to get an enema, College Station is where you would connect the hose." If you go to school at A&amp;M, please don't be an Aggie. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God Bless the Great State of Texas.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-109088792005034432?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/109088792005034432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=109088792005034432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109088792005034432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/109088792005034432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/07/jim-romes-version-of-aggielandasshole.html' title='Jim Rome&apos;s version of Aggieland...asshole'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108924696846589954</id><published>2004-07-07T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:36:08.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Moore-on</title><content type='html'>So I did it...broke down to go see "Fahrenheit 9/11".  First of all, I would like to say that I conned the system told the ticket man one for "Dodgeball".  Kat did the same.  When then slipped in to the editorial..I mean documentary by Michael Moore.  I will not tell anyone my opinion of the film until after they see it.  If you go see it and would like to discuss with me, then that will be great.  The sad part is most people are too ignorant to even think about the possibility to the other side of the story.      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108924696846589954?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108924696846589954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108924696846589954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108924696846589954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108924696846589954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/07/michael-moore-on.html' title='Michael Moore-on'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108808819126805088</id><published>2004-06-24T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T07:43:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunka Hunka Burnin' Weirdo</title><content type='html'>So here is how last night at Margarita Rocks went down.  There was a table of about 20ish of us.  Most I knew, some not so much, but definitely got to know.  Poor boys were so outnumbered.  Like 3 guys in this crowd. Margarita Rocks had karoke and $1 wells.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Kylie and Sarah are completely crazy w/ or w/o alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;--Cindy and some of her friends sang Baby Got Back, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;--Angela, Kylie, and Sarah sang Take this Job and Shove to serenade their boss sitting in the front row...they work at the Association (oncampus pay) so it probably doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;--This guy sang who looked like Dave Navarro, so Ang was yelling "Where's Carmen???"&lt;br /&gt;--A big guy got up and sang Bust a Move, that was great.&lt;br /&gt;--Cliff in the green shirt sang some Garth Brooks or something and Priss thinks he's creepy b/c he was staring at our table.  Yeah it was a little, I think he was 40ish.&lt;br /&gt;--Kat kept calling Elvis Richard...not his name.&lt;br /&gt;--Elvis impersonator so flirting w/ Kat...so she flashes her engagement rock, that apparently sends him my way.  I tell him to sing something Elvis b/c so far I've heard none.  He asks if he does his best job ever if I'll make him dinner..?!?  I blew it off, he came back...I said well probably not, but let's hear ya sing anyways.  So, he begins to sing, slides across the rail in front of me and hands me a rose made out of a napkin...which Kat informs me she saw on Elimidate the other night (she's an avid watcher).  So then I am leaving and he grabs my hand and wants dinner next Wed...he's getting a PB&amp;J in a paper sack. No I'm not that rude.  Kat and I decide that we'll go to Wal-Mart before next Wed. and buy me a fake rock...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fun, clean fun, night.  Might sing next week...we'll see ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108808819126805088?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108808819126805088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108808819126805088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108808819126805088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108808819126805088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/hunka-hunka-burnin-weirdo.html' title='Hunka Hunka Burnin&apos; Weirdo'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108753858287405452</id><published>2004-06-17T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T23:05:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD MAN--&gt;click me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108753858287405452?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.enquirer.com/editions/2004/05/06/loc_moment06.html' title='A GOOD MAN--&gt;click me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108753858287405452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108753858287405452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108753858287405452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108753858287405452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/good-man-click-me.html' title='A GOOD MAN--&gt;click me'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108736662307954801</id><published>2004-06-15T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T23:17:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 2 things to say...</title><content type='html'>Hell Yeah for the Pistons!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Yeah for finishing my 8 page paper (even though it is 14 pages.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108736662307954801?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108736662307954801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108736662307954801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108736662307954801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108736662307954801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-2-things-to-say.html' title='Just 2 things to say...'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108735205627714988</id><published>2004-06-15T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T19:16:22.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>I don't know what you people are planning on naming your kids, but pllllllllease do not go with the latest Hollywood trend of naming your child after food or spices.  If you haven't heard Gwenyth Paltrow named her daughter APPLE and Courtney Cox-Arquette named her daughter CO CO.  Umm yeah, I know exactly what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;chow!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108735205627714988?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108735205627714988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108735205627714988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108735205627714988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108735205627714988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108727828615054631</id><published>2004-06-14T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:44:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars, TV's, Commercials, &amp; Motel 6 </title><content type='html'>I should write commercials!  I just told MJ (ugh) the other day, as we were driving behind a Ford with a tv in the back seat, "As if kids attention spans aren't short enough already".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I drove down Wellborn, a Motel 6 commercial came on the radio and the man said "As if kids attention spans aren't short enough already, they have a tv in the back seat too."  I can't remember exactly how this ties in with the rest of the commercial because I was so engrossed by the fact that my exact words were on a Motel 6 commercial (which happens to bring back memories of Muskogee, Oklahoma w/ the Gardner's, we won't go there).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know pretty much every civilzed child-car-map-reader (ahem Rhylan and I) have the same feelings toward the attention span of children just being even more threatened by this new idea of a tv every-freakin'-where you go.  I love tv, I do...but I also love to read and write (see the Nerd post)and not to mention crossword puzzles!!!   The commercial just made me feel a little giddy...guess that's basically it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108727828615054631?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108727828615054631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108727828615054631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108727828615054631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108727828615054631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/cars-tvs-commercials-motel-6.html' title='Cars, TV&apos;s, Commercials, &amp; Motel 6 '/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108727764931449487</id><published>2004-06-14T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:34:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Marques</title><content type='html'>There is a man I would like to call Marques.  He is my funny man.  He keeps me smiling when I am down.  He makes me laugh when I am wanting to hate him.  He exaggerates things so far out of proportion that the story isn't the story anymore.  He says unusually out of place and random things.  He makes up fun games for Mateo and I. He is very competetive with me and makes me tougher...WWF style.&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with someone not too long ago about Marques...&lt;br /&gt;(This happens to follow a conversation about a dark movie theatre and racking oneself)&lt;br /&gt;LaceN01: he is so entertaining...i think that is what makes me stick around ;-)(sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: you are very patient :-)&lt;br /&gt;LaceN01: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: it's certainly worth more laughs having him up here&lt;br /&gt;LaceN01: i know, i'm so jealous.  i need my funny man&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: you just have to figure out a way to go to class while living up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could, Anonymous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this fella Marques is one helluva guy and he will make you laugh, or at least puzzle you beyond belief.   You crazy kid, watch those dark theatres.  Keep making me "smile and giggle."  ly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108727764931449487?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108727764931449487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108727764931449487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108727764931449487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108727764931449487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/ode-to-marques.html' title='An Ode to Marques'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108718739950208294</id><published>2004-06-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:47:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVID</title><content type='html'>enough has been said about this event...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108718739950208294?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108718739950208294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108718739950208294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108718739950208294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108718739950208294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/vivid.html' title='VIVID'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108684395870645253</id><published>2004-06-09T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:09:14.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Nerds</title><content type='html'>After a lengthy conversation with Kaylyn tonight over our love of grammar, spelling, and vocabulary I began to wonder about myself.  What does it take to form a "nerd"?  I would like to know, from all 2 people that read this, what you think it takes.  It has seriously come to my attention that I could possibly have what it takes.  I don't know if it so much means that I had to live in Lechner or even make above a 3.5.  I think it is that I enjoy things a lot of people hate.  ie; reading, writing, spelling, vocabulary, grammar, etc.  I love to learn, but maybe that is because one day when I am playing some sort of random trivia game I will know more than the fella sitting to my right (like what in the hell is the BBC version of "Trading Spaces"..."Changing Rooms"--I know that now!)  Anyways, I think I'm a dork; possibly an unsuccessful, but eager dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108684395870645253?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108684395870645253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108684395870645253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108684395870645253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108684395870645253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/revenge-of-nerds.html' title='Revenge of the Nerds'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108666705644107285</id><published>2004-06-07T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T20:57:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Guy</title><content type='html'> My Shakespeare Prof. looks EXACTLY like Peter!!  I think they drew it after him.  I'll try to find a pic.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108666705644107285?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108666705644107285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108666705644107285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108666705644107285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108666705644107285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/family-guy.html' title='The Family Guy'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108636138260018149</id><published>2004-06-04T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T08:03:02.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey's Book Club</title><content type='html'>I am going to mimic Oprah and start Lacey's Book Club.  I went to the College Station Public Library yesterday in hopes to find yet another biography of F. Scott Fitzgerald (for my senior seminar), but instead I came across books I have been wanting to read.  So, somehow between my Shakespeare studies and my other classes I hope to embark on reading my own books.  &lt;br /&gt;The book I am reading right now, "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff", from MJ is awesome!  I just started this morning, but it is me to a T!  It has great ideas to be more relaxed and less uptight.  I needed this one!  If you haven't read it, go get it.&lt;br /&gt;Other books on my list, so far, are:&lt;br /&gt;The Giver (read it in junior high, but can't remember it)&lt;br /&gt;Holes&lt;br /&gt;East of Eden (very thick!)&lt;br /&gt;A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius&lt;br /&gt;Artermis Fowl&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Sula&lt;br /&gt;A Heart is a Lonely Hunter&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these are really long and I know I will never read them all this summer, but I hope to get through a lot of them within a reasonable amount of time.  A couple are for teens, but I am trying to read those before I start teaching.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, read "Dont Sweat the Small Stuff..."  good for the peaceless mind.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108636138260018149?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108636138260018149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108636138260018149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108636138260018149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108636138260018149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/laceys-book-club.html' title='Lacey&apos;s Book Club'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108632732794357706</id><published>2004-06-03T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:35:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise One Speaks...</title><content type='html'>When the wise one speaks, I listen (sounds so cultish)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your advice and wisdom...you should sit on pillows and charge admission.  I really think you should write a book.  &lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ &amp; Robert---hehehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108632732794357706?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108632732794357706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108632732794357706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108632732794357706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108632732794357706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/wise-one-speaks.html' title='The Wise One Speaks...'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108632670742604693</id><published>2004-06-03T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:25:07.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Girls don't like boys..."</title><content type='html'>Just a little heads up from an M.D.'s website for better understanding...if you only knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS clearly affects the nervous system and often changes psychological harmony and balance. One of the most frustrating problems PMS women face is extemely labile and often wild sudden uncontrollable swings in mood and emotion. At times they can create major problems in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any given cycle a typical PMS sufferer may find herself severely depressed, even apathetic and then suddenly, for no apparent reason, find herself angry, and even manic. This sudden alteration in mood may throw her from one state to another shattering her and confusing her entire family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not unusual for husbands to literally drag their wives into our office telling us to "fix her or I am going to get a divorce." During these periods' women will abuse their children physically, emotionally and verbally. The will berate their husbands or boyfriends, family members and even their employers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one woman put it, "I just can't take being a Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde any more. When I am depressed I either want to kill myself or I binge unmercifully. When I am up even the littlest of things, can set me off and change me into a raging beast. One minute I am normal, the next minute I am depressed and then without warning, I am out of control striking out at everyone and everything around me. At times it gets so bad that I become consumed with anger, rage and hostility. I just cannot live this way anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is an extreme reaction, it is also not unusual. The average PMS woman will in the earliest stages of her PMS suffer only mild mood swings, but as time passes and the vitamin/nutrient/hormonal imbalance increases and the dietary problems are not checked the symptoms often worsen and create bigger and bigger problem in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108632670742604693?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108632670742604693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108632670742604693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108632670742604693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108632670742604693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/girls-dont-like-boys.html' title='&quot;Girls don&apos;t like boys...&quot;'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108632650268938765</id><published>2004-06-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:21:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrary to Popular Belief</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not...not all English majors enjoy Shakespeare.  Lacey and Zeb are prime examples!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108632650268938765?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108632650268938765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108632650268938765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108632650268938765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108632650268938765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/contrary-to-popular-belief.html' title='Contrary to Popular Belief'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108627325246262107</id><published>2004-06-03T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T07:41:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Out Bloggers</title><content type='html'>**I in &lt;strong&gt;no way&lt;/strong&gt; support this organization, just thought this was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20040603/ap_on_el_ge/democratic_convention_8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108627325246262107?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108627325246262107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108627325246262107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108627325246262107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108627325246262107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/check-it-out-bloggers.html' title='Check It Out Bloggers'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108615594870483382</id><published>2004-06-01T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:59:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Origins of Me</title><content type='html'>Just doing a little research on what makes me, me!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description of Your First Name of: Lacey&lt;br /&gt;Your name of Lacey has created a practical, responsible, stable nature, and you desire to direct the efforts of others rather than to take order or ask permission. You have a determined, self-reliant, capable nature and resent any interference, although in your desire to help you are inclined to become involved in the lives and decisions of other people. You like to make your own decisions and to be the master of your domain. You feel a limitation in your own expression when it is necessary to reach another through tact and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;I got this from the Kabalarians website...I would like to know more, but you have to pay $15/yr for the membership.  Very interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Interpreted&lt;br /&gt;Virgo-born are practical and orderly in their action ... This is primarily a character trait meaning discipline in mental and intellectual subjects. Their things most Virgoans keep in such a mess that only they themselves can find anything... - Olavi J. Asikainen, Finnish astrologer, on Virgo-rising people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo's perceptiveness makes her very fond of comfort, good clothes, fine and healthy food etc. What is more, with her practicality and the detailed way in which she looks at the world, she is a good planner; nothing escapes her attention and she has a strongly-developd sense of proportion. - Karen Hamaker-Zondag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most characteristic features of Virgo among the cultivated types is its love for biographical details and statistics, and its tendency to quote authorities. - Alan Leo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologically, the primitive urge for efficiency, perfection. This is the essence of the Virgin symbol. Not virginity in the specifically sexual sense, but the need to develop techniques to avoid waste of one's energies, to ensure maximum efficiency, and to be 'pure' and free from the influence of others. - Jeff Mayo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop astrologers so often damn Virgo with faint praise: 'Virgos make fine librarians and bookkeepers. Like no other sign, they can cope with tedium." The poor Virgin is seen as a boring sign... In truth, there is no sign more exciting. Why? Because there is no sign more eager to grow. Her perfectionism pressures her to change. And her pragmatic realism gives her the means to do it ... &lt;br /&gt;To perfect the self through relentless idealism, humble self-assessment, and an unyielding desire to offer a gift to the world: that is Virgo's strategy. - Steven Forrest, The Dynamic New Astrology For Everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo's concern for making things better enables it to see what others need. Because it requires a certain amount of awareness to accomplish its purposes, Virgo increases an individual's consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of this stuff is really scary it is so true.  Anyways just thought it would be interesting to have a record of where I'm coming from.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108615594870483382?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108615594870483382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108615594870483382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108615594870483382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108615594870483382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/06/origins-of-me.html' title='Origins of Me'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108606708403618969</id><published>2004-05-31T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:21:58.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>Ok, the strangest thing just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere thirty minutes after posting my previous blog a very strange and rare  occurrence took place.  Although these apparatuses (apparati?) were a bit different than the ones in my previous complaint it just seemed too coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On channel 9 of Cox Communications, a race was taking place between three men.  David Duchovny, Jimmie Kimmel, and Jeff Gordon (apologies for butchering names)...what were these men riding you ask???  Rascal Scooters!  You know the ones where the old lady, Bernice, is on the top of the Grand Canyon?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The order the men finished in is the order they were mentioned in.  Looks like Jeff Gordon had another rough go at it (ahem).  But seriously I wish everyone could have seen these three men going about .006 miles per hour around a maze of hay bales.  Great fun kids, great fun...who gives a lick about exercise when it makes entertainment like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108606708403618969?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108606708403618969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108606708403618969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108606708403618969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108606708403618969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/05/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108606433824563727</id><published>2004-05-31T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T21:32:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAY-Z Boys and Girls</title><content type='html'>I don't really have a whole lot to say about this situation, but I have to hurry up and post it before a fellow blogger steals my complaint.  While reading a certain blogger's disgust with battery powered cucumber knives I thought about one thing that irritates this big mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat kids on motorized scooters.  I can understand if you are just that poor and can't afford an automobile, but if you are a parent of an overweight child DO NOT BUY THEM SOMETHING MOTORIZED.  Force their chubby little legs to push their chubby little bodies to burn calories.  I am out of sweating my ass off in the middle of June jogging around the park and this 120 lb fourth graders goes flying past me on her motorized scooter.  Yeah, kids need to get outside and breathe the fresh air...AND PARTICIPATE IN SOME FORM OF PHYSICAL ACTIVITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, this all stems from a certain me's own childhood.  I was definitely chubby, but hella cute...however my own parents encouraged me to be active and play sports.  I thank them today because I am not obese (although a bit pudgy) due to their motivation.  They did not buy me a motorized scooter (I don't think those were around then anyway)...they made me play Little Dribblers, go rollerskating, and ride the hell outta those Big Wheels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, my kids will not have a motorized scooter that totes their ass around town...nor will they have a TV/DVD in the car, that is tomorrow's topic however.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108606433824563727?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108606433824563727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108606433824563727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108606433824563727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108606433824563727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/05/lay-z-boys-and-girls.html' title='LAY-Z Boys and Girls'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-108571315024263824</id><published>2004-05-27T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:59:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friend...</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;Recently at a Constitution Hall event commemorating the 50th anniversary of Brown vs. the Board of Education Bill, Bill Cosby outpoured what so many Americans have been feeling for years.  Cosby's speech revealed his view of poor blacks by stating, "Ladies and gentlemen, the lower economic people are   not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids – $500 sneakers for what? And won't spend $200 for 'Hooked on Phonics.' "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosby's best comment, however, was "They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English. I can't even talk the way these people talk: 'Why you ain't,' 'Where you is' ... And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. And then I heard the father talk. ... Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. ... You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking Linguistics and being taught to decipher "ebonics" or "black English" I can somewhat make out the "he be, she be" crap, but seriously what kind of job are these kids going to get if they ever graduate high school?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that Cosby was somewhat supported in his speech, but left his audience with "astonishment, laughter and applause." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just makes me even more excited for September 10, 2004 at Reed Arena.  What a great man!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-108571315024263824?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/108571315024263824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=108571315024263824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108571315024263824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/108571315024263824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/05/hello-friend.html' title='Hello Friend...'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129285.post-1085674309968098</id><published>2004-05-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T09:11:49.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Virgin</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog...blogging...whatever it is.  Everyone else seemed to be getting one so I didn't wanna feel left out, plus I had to get an account in order to respond to other people's ridiculous blogs.  This first one is obviously very dull because I am just playin' with this stuff right now.  Anyways, fun times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7129285-1085674309968098?l=laceyneie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/feeds/1085674309968098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7129285&amp;postID=1085674309968098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/1085674309968098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7129285/posts/default/1085674309968098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyneie.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-virgin.html' title='Blog Virgin'/><author><name>bigmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01759761991726484948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
