<?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-4050009880273809869</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:59:42.234-07:00</updated><category term='Work'/><category term='Out and About'/><category term='Diets'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Weekend Lessons'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='Friday Quotes'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Mumblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-6546497402892973741</id><published>2009-07-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:56:07.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.....</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those days? I just feel really&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Sl-i6jSfUqI/AAAAAAAAACg/C30Ofs87BrE/s1600-h/300_172c-86400,http%253A%252F%252Fa323_yahoofs_com%252Fphugc%252FHz_jTM2lJBgk%252Fphotos%252Fbdaac3f13ba36dfc926b661ff8f206e9%252Fori_aa0f41825b2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359181208383083170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Sl-i6jSfUqI/AAAAAAAAACg/C30Ofs87BrE/s320/300_172c-86400,http%253A%252F%252Fa323_yahoofs_com%252Fphugc%252FHz_jTM2lJBgk%252Fphotos%252Fbdaac3f13ba36dfc926b661ff8f206e9%252Fori_aa0f41825b2356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unmotivated, uninspired and lazy. I'm not sure if it's the weather or something deeper. Iguess I'll find out sooner than later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In realted news... I made an appointment to visit my doctor. As I was saying above &lt;em&gt;*points up*&lt;/em&gt; I've been feeling off, so I made the call to find out if maybe I have something? An unbalanced or whatever... B said the sacriest thing to me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: What if you are pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Are you ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: That's not funny....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Ok... &lt;em&gt;*grins* &lt;/em&gt;Imagie if you we--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Shhhhh don't say it... don't say it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4050009880273809869-6546497402892973741?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6546497402892973741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/6546497402892973741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/6546497402892973741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh.....'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Sl-i6jSfUqI/AAAAAAAAACg/C30Ofs87BrE/s72-c/300_172c-86400,http%253A%252F%252Fa323_yahoofs_com%252Fphugc%252FHz_jTM2lJBgk%252Fphotos%252Fbdaac3f13ba36dfc926b661ff8f206e9%252Fori_aa0f41825b2356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-5285849732814966077</id><published>2009-07-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:06:13.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and About'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Zzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlyzivDpCfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hNijEbE27qk/s1600-h/9e0e1379f182b842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358355065992710642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlyzivDpCfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hNijEbE27qk/s320/9e0e1379f182b842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so tired this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the hardest task for me to get out of my comfy bed. B let me sleep in a little later than normal, which was nice... but it was still not enough. I don't know about you, but the best sleep is that before the alarm goes off. The heat isn't helping much either. It's so early and already the sun is blazing. It makes me want to lay in bed and just slip into a dream world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night B and I went to the mall to return some things I bought and didn't need. I can't tell you how many times I make purchases that I do not need. It's annoying because as I am paying, I can't help but think... "I really don't need this..." Then I get home and remember why I went out in the first place, and kick myself for not getting what I &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were walking around, I noticed all the teens and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tweens&lt;/span&gt;... and I started to miss my early teen-hood. Then I noticed something I never really paid attention to before. The kids were in groups of no less than 4 and no more than 10, but they were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;! I remember I would only call people to arrange the meeting, or they would call me with extra details. When we finally did find each other, we would talk to... (call me crazy) each other! Maybe I'm getting old and uncool!&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/4050009880273809869-5285849732814966077?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5285849732814966077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/zzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/5285849732814966077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/5285849732814966077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/zzzzz.html' title='Zzzzz'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlyzivDpCfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hNijEbE27qk/s72-c/9e0e1379f182b842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-8580954496603954339</id><published>2009-07-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:24:04.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Lessons'/><title type='text'>What I learned over the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SluDVboCc9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZpClu6qSygI/s1600-h/crazy_chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358020585903518674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SluDVboCc9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZpClu6qSygI/s320/crazy_chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not work well in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood Walk of Fame is full of crazies, and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like poorly behaved children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; sunburn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really enjoy a nice glass of icy water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love sitting on the balcony with B watching the stars pop up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really need to get shorts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&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/4050009880273809869-8580954496603954339?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8580954496603954339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-learned-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/8580954496603954339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/8580954496603954339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-learned-over-weekend.html' title='What I learned over the weekend...'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SluDVboCc9I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZpClu6qSygI/s72-c/crazy_chick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-1142053586346045463</id><published>2009-07-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:33:39.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Ehhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slt24all59I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CxtxV6Iv0hU/s1600-h/Monday_hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358006893269084114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slt24all59I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CxtxV6Iv0hU/s320/Monday_hate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like Monday's.&lt;br /&gt;Work is always crazy because people feel that since we are closed on the weekends, any issues they had after 4:30 pm on Friday is of our concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the dumbest calls on Mondays... so I think that's what makes it so bad. Having to deal with the all the strange issues people come up with is just too much to ask from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be patient, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; and explain the policies and facts to our callers. The worst part? They are ALL the same people, they are always the same callers, every Monday it's the same caller...with the same question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always have three day weekends. I think I would really enjoy working 4, 10 hr days. Wouldn't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-1142053586346045463?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1142053586346045463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ehhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/1142053586346045463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/1142053586346045463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ehhh.html' title='Ehhh'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slt24all59I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CxtxV6Iv0hU/s72-c/Monday_hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-2227144448776606825</id><published>2009-07-13T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:12:26.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Quotes'/><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 10th, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, one of the supervisors writes a daily quote on the scheduling board, sometimes they are really good quotes and other times they make no sense. I think I want to start doing something like that, but only on Fridays... the most important day of the week in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrrj2bL3QI/AAAAAAAAABw/GdvRXdyRI7E/s1600-h/twirlgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357853707848113410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrrj2bL3QI/AAAAAAAAABw/GdvRXdyRI7E/s320/twirlgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-James Dent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-2227144448776606825?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2227144448776606825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/2227144448776606825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/2227144448776606825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrrj2bL3QI/AAAAAAAAABw/GdvRXdyRI7E/s72-c/twirlgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-8181068766994340478</id><published>2009-07-13T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:07:33.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Rip Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrq6l5tl-I/AAAAAAAAABo/FcQRYNyCgQk/s1600-h/3aa786dc1a35539e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357852999038113762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrq6l5tl-I/AAAAAAAAABo/FcQRYNyCgQk/s320/3aa786dc1a35539e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 9th, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went to a clothing store that I normally shop at. I went in to get an outfit for B's grandfather's funeral. Being pressed for time, I quickly picked out a shirt, pants and cardigan. I paid, jumped in my car and went to the mortuary to join the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not needing the pants that I purchased and was looking at the receipt to check their return policies, then I noticed that the clerk charged me for an extra shirt that I did not buy. Now I'm bummed because I know there is no way I can prove to them that I did not buy that item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have been so ditsy and checked the receipt! I'm usually very good at that, just because this has happend in the past. I guess I just had too much on my mind at that time, and the little things weren't so important. The little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop by after work and return the pants, but also let them know that they over charged me... we'll see how that goes. I hate to complain... but in this case, its money that I lost... money that I can't afford to loose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-8181068766994340478?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8181068766994340478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/8181068766994340478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/8181068766994340478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-off.html' title='Rip Off!'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrq6l5tl-I/AAAAAAAAABo/FcQRYNyCgQk/s72-c/3aa786dc1a35539e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-3228111918803587812</id><published>2009-07-13T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:28:06.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sofa for one please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 9th, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's brother has been staying with us, and although I love him to bits, it's always a little weird having a house guest. I had to remind myself not to do things I would normally do. Like wear a bathrobe after getting out the shower and not just walk around in a towel. Or to make sure that I have all the items I need when changing versus walking around the place looking for my shirt... while in a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the funeral has passed, most of the visitors are heading back home and B's brother (The European) can once again sleep in his room. B had to leave his keys and remote to the garage door to The European this morning so that he could get out once he woke up and he will leave them at their Mama's house. B will stop by after work and pick up his ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure this will happen) I hope he eats dinner at his Mama's tonight. I am so pooped! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5ERUae8S4U/SlZytaBz8uI/AAAAAAAAADU/WCL4ecr9l34/s1600-h/83b59a7d3d48ad5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been running all over and now I just want to melt into the sofa. If B eats at his Mama's I can heat up a Cup-o-Noodle and channel surf. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrqU70KeDI/AAAAAAAAABg/qxjHVREZqV8/s1600-h/83b59a7d3d48ad5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357852352085391410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrqU70KeDI/AAAAAAAAABg/qxjHVREZqV8/s320/83b59a7d3d48ad5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I haven't been to my Mama's house. I stop by after work (sometimes) to say Hello and visit with the kiddies. Since they are on summer vacation, we go swimming or get ice cream, then on the Friday nights, we rent movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-3228111918803587812?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3228111918803587812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sofa-for-one-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/3228111918803587812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/3228111918803587812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sofa-for-one-please.html' title='Sofa for one please!'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrqU70KeDI/AAAAAAAAABg/qxjHVREZqV8/s72-c/83b59a7d3d48ad5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-4888958193602353555</id><published>2009-07-13T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:28:54.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My daily routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slro6_1e53I/AAAAAAAAABY/6NP8NHUWfcg/s1600-h/hangover_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357850806976440178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slro6_1e53I/AAAAAAAAABY/6NP8NHUWfcg/s320/hangover_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 9th, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work at an out-patient clinic, I am currently posted in the Call Center. It's a closed off area where we get the bulk of calls to schedule/cancel appointments and everything in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a great view and most days I enjoy what I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work with three other ladies and we all get a long (for the most part).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whene it's slow, I can wonder the world wide web (limited sites).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no supervisors watching over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's redundant, I know what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                It's easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now things aren't always great! We get a lot of Senoir Citizen callers and they are really something, Think Mr. Wilson (Dennis the Menice) on steriods! Those callers are what really make this a hard job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you get lucky and get the easy calls, to cancel and appointment, or they want to leave a message for their doctor, etc. That's fine...easy! Other times, I want to be able to reach into the phone and beat the sense into callers for acting so stupid and wasting my time. I mean they call to fight or to complain, and when you read deeper into the notes, you see that there is no point to what they are saying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am only working until I (or B) win a huge jackpot, until that day comes I'm stuck here putting up with senior citizens and their lameness. *grins* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-4888958193602353555?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4888958193602353555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-daily-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/4888958193602353555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/4888958193602353555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-daily-routine.html' title='My daily routine'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slro6_1e53I/AAAAAAAAABY/6NP8NHUWfcg/s72-c/hangover_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-4455619203067368782</id><published>2009-07-13T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:55:37.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diets'/><title type='text'>Gulp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlroEvutqEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x9P1fJEfnxE/s1600-h/928dad977b7a0be0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849874940143682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlroEvutqEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x9P1fJEfnxE/s320/928dad977b7a0be0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 8th, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting a new phase. I want to start eating healthier, or at least trying to! I don't eat too much junk food, but during my teen years, I drank enough soda to quench the thirst of a small country. I wouldn't make it a priority to drink water, it was always soda or some kind of sugary juice. Now that I am older, I want to start taking care of myself. I'm not a great cook, but I can cook. I have always really enjoyed home cooked meals... except I love french fries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am starting slow. I am making it my goal to drink at least 1 litter of water a day. That's about two full water bottles. I am hoping that in doing this I will be able to stop drinking soda altogether. *sighs* I miss it already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B makes drinking water look so good! He can down a bottle in a single gulp! When I try, I end up gasping for air. Also, I am not too fond of the taste. I guess since I don't drink it as often, I can taste something funny in it. B says I'm over exaggerating, but I really do taste something funny in water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess while I'm at it I should start going to the gym again........nah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby steps.... &lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-4455619203067368782?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4455619203067368782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/gulp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/4455619203067368782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/4455619203067368782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/gulp.html' title='Gulp!'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlroEvutqEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x9P1fJEfnxE/s72-c/928dad977b7a0be0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-7183906372269515835</id><published>2009-07-13T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:53:18.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Ramble, Ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrna3hjFMI/AAAAAAAAABI/HP5yUUEzCrI/s1600-h/mug1_border.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849155477902530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrna3hjFMI/AAAAAAAAABI/HP5yUUEzCrI/s320/mug1_border.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am just completely void of any and all energy. B’s grandfather’s funeral was today and aside from having from to go into work this morning I was driving around the valley trying to get from point A to point Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been such a drag, and I feel like someone has been playing mind tricks with us. It really seems like someone has done something with the clocks. There is no way that time moves this slowly. I mean when I am off work, I blink and an hour passes!Speaking of being off, I can already tell that it’s going to be a crazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B asked his niece and nephew to come over and spend the weekend with us. Don’t get me wrong, they are sweet kids, but in small doses. They do not have any kind of discipline, so when we have them it’s like trying to tame a wild horse. Not pretty picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-7183906372269515835?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7183906372269515835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramble-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/7183906372269515835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/7183906372269515835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramble-ramble.html' title='Ramble, Ramble'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/Slrna3hjFMI/AAAAAAAAABI/HP5yUUEzCrI/s72-c/mug1_border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050009880273809869.post-8033286597417498784</id><published>2009-07-13T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:50:02.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Hello Der!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrnAKxsJsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ujN_jx9qoIw/s1600-h/CHIMP_-_on_type.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357848696789411522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrnAKxsJsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ujN_jx9qoIw/s320/CHIMP_-_on_type.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Actually written on July 4th, 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a blog for a while now, the thought actually started in 2003, I was watching a movie where the main character blogs; I really liked the idea of having a place to be able to let out my inner thoughts or what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randim thought: On my 10th birthday I was given a diary and managed to write the date on the first page. What did I have to write about at 10? I was too busy climbing tress, playing pretend, and exploring the world to write in a diary. Now that I am 25 , I think I have issues and thoughts to reveal to the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, I really started looking around and was really impressed at how many people were actually blogging, I became intimidated because there are some very talented writers out there that blow me out of the water! Reading their blogs is almost like reading a novel, full of whit, charisma and humor…three things I lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I sucked it up and decided to try. The only thing no one told me, or wrote about is that when you start blogging, you become addicted. Instanly! Also, you start looking at things differently and wonder constantly if things that are happening at this very moment are "blog worthy", or what the perfect title for this future post would be, I’ve gotten very into my blogging and I’m enjoying it so much! My only regret is not starting sooner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050009880273809869-8033286597417498784?l=francheskamumblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8033286597417498784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-der.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/8033286597417498784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4050009880273809869/posts/default/8033286597417498784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francheskamumblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-der.html' title='Hello Der!'/><author><name>Francheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05826011232714398051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrjgFYhgvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a_gfrstzHSU/S220/Self_VII__vector__by_BAKED_BEAN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCj5v9KGLEQ/SlrnAKxsJsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ujN_jx9qoIw/s72-c/CHIMP_-_on_type.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
