<?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-34412182</id><updated>2012-01-05T13:58:57.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Star Catcher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34412182.post-3373383718935357021</id><published>2007-07-16T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:06:36.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Where I Belong</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been away for a while. I haven't felt too much like posting, but I'm back. Of course a lot has happened in the past couple months, so I'll just type the short version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my job, I'm getting unemployment, I'm still pregnant, no insurance, and money is tight. Yeah, that's about the gyst of it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go someday this week to see if I can apply for Medicaid. I had it when I was pregnant with Corinn, and although I'd much rather have regular insurance, this is pretty much my only option since there is no way we can afford to have a baby otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ultrasound at the end of the month and get to see what the sex is. We're not really leaning toward one or the other, just a healthy baby. Although I think everyone else hopes it's a boy. To be honest, I'd just as soon have another girl. Corinn is so easy, and the thought of having a little boy running around frightens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Corinn, she starts Kindergarten next month and turns 5 on the 20th. I can't believe my baby will be in school! We are very excited though. I think she will like it a lot. She has to wear uniform-type clothing to school, so my mom bought her a few things this weekend. She looked so cute in them, I was about to cry. My big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/RpwxEVpUxUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aAJTEWX_TWg/s1600-h/DSC03745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087995629621527874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/RpwxEVpUxUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aAJTEWX_TWg/s200/DSC03745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is playing on the computer. She has become addicted to nickjr.com and mylittlepony.com games and learned how to use the mouse very quickly. I'm so proud of her, although I still need to remind her to take potty breaks when she's playing LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-3373383718935357021?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3373383718935357021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=3373383718935357021' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/3373383718935357021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/3373383718935357021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-where-i-belong.html' title='Back Where I Belong'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/RpwxEVpUxUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aAJTEWX_TWg/s72-c/DSC03745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34412182.post-6721696257346512567</id><published>2007-05-22T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:57:32.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm only happy when it rains...</title><content type='html'>Ok, that may sound strange, and normally it would not be true.  But when I don't feel good, I just can't enjoy sunshine.  This morning I felt like crap.  Corinn decided to wake up early again.  I was already running late.  It was raining.  And a truck with a boat was stalled on the freeway.  I was 18 minutes late.  So normally, yeah, I would be cursing the rain.  But I'm actually thankful that the sun isn't shining.  It just gives me a headache and makes me even more nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some of those Preggie Pops from Motherhood this weekend.  Yesterday I had a raspberry one and I was pretty good.  Not sure if it actually relieved my morning sickness though, as I usually throw up first thing after using the bathroom.  But this morning I grabbed another one and man, was it NASTY!  I looked at the packet and realized it must have been the ginger flavored one.  Ewwww.  That is the grossest taste!  I had a couple of licks and had to throw it away.  I knew I needed something though, so I grabbed a peach tea and some blueberry yogurt on my way out.  That yogurt was so yummy, and I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:  "Everybody Loves to Cha Cha Cha" by Sam Cooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-6721696257346512567?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/6721696257346512567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=6721696257346512567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/6721696257346512567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/6721696257346512567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-only-happy-when-it-rains.html' title='I&apos;m only happy when it rains...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-3944821173796755374</id><published>2007-05-16T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:09:42.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame it on me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eeek&lt;/span&gt;, I know I haven't posted in a while.  But this pregnancy is taking a lot out of me...literally.  I throw up every morning now, sometimes more than once.  And by lunch (whether I eat something first or not), my stomach hurts so bad, I can't tell if it's hunger pains or if I need to make a beeline for the bathroom.  I usually have to sit and take some deep breaths and go grab something to eat quickly, before the pains return.  Then I usually feel fine for a while, until about 2:30 when I feel like I could fall asleep at my desk.  That's why I'm here typing this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice Mother's Day.  My mom came over and we went to eat at Olive Garden.  Ros got me a $100 gift card to Motherhood Maternity and a sweet card, plus a card "from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corinn&lt;/span&gt;".  My mom gave me a nice card too.  I got her a cute summery purse and a Brad Paisley CD.  Then we played a round of TV Scene It...my mom won.  She was happy cause we always kick her butt at Music Scene It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corinn&lt;/span&gt; has become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;earlybird&lt;/span&gt;.  She got up at 6:30 yesterday, and came in our room, ready for her morning orange juice.  Ros told her to go back to bed, but after I got in the shower, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; she decided to get back up, so he got her some juice and one of her DVDs going for her.  Then last night after I got home and was relaxing on the couch watching 90210, I looked over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Corinn&lt;/span&gt; and she was just sitting there, looking like she was all into the show.  I thought that was cute.  Next thing I knew, she was asleep.  After Ros was finished with his lessons, about 8:00, she was still on the couch so we put her to bed.  So of course, she got up at 6:30 again this morning.  This time I got up and got her juice and turned on the TV to the Disney Channel.  When I was leaving she was sitting there watching Mickey Mouse and I got her some grapes and kissed her bye.  Of course Ros was still asleep...I'm gonna have to get onto him.  He's been coming to bed at like 2 or 3 in the morning.  That's gonna have to stop.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Corinn&lt;/span&gt; may just be ready to go to bed early and get up early.  And I'm not gonna have her sitting there watching TV til 9 or 10 when he decides to get up, and then even longer while he decides to go in the studio.  Nope.  He may think of it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuisance to have her get up early while he wants to sleep, but too bad.  He doesn't have to stay up til the wee hours of the morning.  Ugh, makes me angry thinking about it.  So I'll stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-3944821173796755374?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3944821173796755374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=3944821173796755374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/3944821173796755374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/3944821173796755374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-blame-it-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t blame it on me...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-4465210159638867829</id><published>2007-05-03T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:08:24.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got to the doctor yesterday.  I'm not as far along as I thought I was.  The doctor said my uterus didn't feel as big as it should be if I was 12 weeks, so they did an ultrasound.  I got to see the tiny little embryo and beating heart.  Because of its measurements, I'm about 8 weeks.  It still seems very strange to me though because I could have sworn I didn't have a period at all in March.  In fact, I remember being at the travel agency and sitting there having cramps, thinking I was about to start my period.  But I never did.  Is it possible to ovulate and conceive without having a period first?  It just seems odd to me.  Anyway, my due date is December 12.&lt;br /&gt;We registered Corinn for kindergarten yesterday too.  Well, we didn't get to finish because she needs three more shots, so Ros will take her to get that done, then she can be registered.  I can't believe my baby is going to be starting school.&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda moved out Saturday.  Woohoo!  Ros and I are so glad to have our house back.  I can already see a change in him; he's much less stressed.  I know it was taking its toll on both of us.&lt;br /&gt;I have started getting sick.  I threw up for the first time Monday, once Tuesday, and twice this morning.  I hope it doesn't last forever.  I just have another month to go before I reach my second trimester, so hopefully it will go away then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-4465210159638867829?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4465210159638867829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=4465210159638867829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/4465210159638867829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/4465210159638867829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/05/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-5944507652417703769</id><published>2007-04-17T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:01:53.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/RiUZku6CzRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yYT9ly7fnPU/s1600-h/meatball-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054474275650718994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/RiUZku6CzRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yYT9ly7fnPU/s200/meatball-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have my first food craving with this pregnancy...Subway! I've had it two days in a row for lunch. The exact same sandwich - a six inch meatball on wheat with mayo, cheese, lettuce, black olives, onions, and jalapenos. With Doritos. YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't gotten real sick, but I do feel queezy every so often. I just take a few deep breaths and it usually goes away. This morning I actually drank some Coke to settle my stomach. I don't drink Coke. Ever. If I do, it's diet, and that's only every once in a while. But I didn't have any diet Coke and I didn't want coffee. The thought of it actually makes me sick. But I needed my caffeine, so Coke actually sounded good. Tea is good too (drinking that now), but it has to be unsweet. All Ros ever buys is sweetened and I think all we have right now is that lemon flavored crap. Bleh! Water has become my best friend. Sometimes there is nothing better than a nice glass of ice cold water. Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for benefits through Office Team last week and I should get those by the end of the week, or first of next week. Then I can finally get to the doctor. My pants are already getting too snug. It won't be long before I'll need maternity clothes. I'm actually very excited about that. I never understood women who would hold out as long as they could in their regular clothes. I love maternity clothes! They are the most comfortable clothes!! I don't have to worry about feeling fat or trying to hide my belly (which I have even not being pregnant). I had this one blue outfit when I was pregnant with Corinn that was my absolute favorite. I wish I could find one like that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-5944507652417703769?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5944507652417703769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=5944507652417703769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/5944507652417703769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/5944507652417703769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/04/constant-craving.html' title='Constant Craving'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/RiUZku6CzRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yYT9ly7fnPU/s72-c/meatball-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34412182.post-7016826595752656710</id><published>2007-04-11T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:59:26.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little good news...</title><content type='html'>Okay I haven't posted in a while.  I was going to wait til I actually got to the doctor, but I figured what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;I'm pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my test came out positive.  Well actually, not the first time.  The weekend after I posted last, I took a test and I couldn't tell if it was positive or not.  It kind of looked like a plus sign, but the verticle line was very very light.  So I dismissed it as being negative.&lt;br /&gt;Well, another week or so went by and Rhonda goes "you still haven't had your period?"  I said "no" and she said "girl, take another test!"  So I did.  This time it was a bright plus sign :).  Ros was in a lesson so I called him into the house to see.  He was all smiles.  He told me to take another test just to be sure.  So I did and again it was a big bright plus sign.  I'm really happy.  Unfortunately I haven't gone to the doctor yet because we don't have insurance, but I'm looking into trying to get some through a program Office Team offers.  If not, Ros and I will just have to get some ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;My guess is I'm about 6-8 weeks along.  I'm excited because this time I can do it right.  With Corinn we still lived in a little apartment and now this baby will have its own room.  And I want to get new furniture, not hand-me-downs.  And as soon as Rhonda moves out, Ros and I are going to the Justice of the Peace to get married.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Rhonda...I won't get into all the details because it's tiresome, but Ros says she has to be out by the end of May.  She says she's moving out by the end of this month, but I'll believe it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Marla's blog so I thought I'd try it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 songs I love to hear no matter how old they are:&lt;br /&gt;1.  "Bridge over Troubled Water" by Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Knock Three Times" by Tony Orlando &amp; Dawn&lt;br /&gt;3.  "Animal" by Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Gypsy" by Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;5.  "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" by Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Heart &amp; Soul" by T'Pau&lt;br /&gt;8.  "20th Century Boy" by T-Rex&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Superstar" by The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;10. "Hard Luck Woman" by KISS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-7016826595752656710?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7016826595752656710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=7016826595752656710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/7016826595752656710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/7016826595752656710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-good-news.html' title='A little good news...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-2262763976747059287</id><published>2007-03-28T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:32:06.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting better everyday...</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got a job!  It's through Office Team so it's temp-to-hire.  But it's close to home which was number on on my wishlist.  It only takes me about ten to fifteen minutes to get here.  I only get thirty minutes for lunch, but it makes it worth it because I get to leave at 4:30.  I am the receptionist/secretary for a disaster restoration company.  I started Friday, so I haven't had all that much to do yet, but I'm sure they'll give me more once I get settled in.  So far I really like it.  Everyone is very nice, unless that crappy job I had before.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I've been sick for about a week now.  It started with my throat scratchy and a runny nose.  Then I got the sinus headache and stuffy nose.  Now it's all draining which makes me cough a lot, but it's mixed in with that nasty thick phlem.  Blech!  I had a little bit of a fever yesterday (I could tell because my face was red) and I still had one this morning.  But it's not so bad that I can't work.  Which is good because I can't afford to miss already.  I feel better now; I took some Dayquil this morning and a Mucinex at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...I haven't had my period yet this month!  I know that it's a very big possibility, and actually I'd say it's most probable that I'm not pregant.  Because I have PCOS.  My periods aren't regular, and I've been known to miss a month or two here and there.  But I have been regular for about the last four months.  It is also quite possible that I'm late due to stress of trying to find a job and the whole deal with our house not being our own for a while (yes, Rhonda STILL hasn't moved out).  But then I think...there is a little tiny possibility that I am pregnant.  I don't wanna get my hopes up, but man I would be so happy.  I'm holding out on taking a test until the end of the month.  And probably til I get over this illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-2262763976747059287?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2262763976747059287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=2262763976747059287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/2262763976747059287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/2262763976747059287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-getting-better-everyday.html' title='It&apos;s getting better everyday...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-5014195129745964068</id><published>2007-03-03T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:34:04.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Child O' Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/Ren9rjThv_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u2UPp1bah_k/s1600-h/DSC03078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037836582843957234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/Ren9rjThv_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u2UPp1bah_k/s320/DSC03078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of my sweet baby girl. I took this last weekend. I was trying to get her to back up so I could get a full body shot, but she wanted to look at the camera. So I would try to push her back and she would giggle so I just started snapping. She's so precious. I love her more than anything. She's been cracking me up lately mimicking things on movies and videos she watches. One of her favorites is The Wizard of Oz. At the end of the tape, there's a little making of-type documentary hosted by Angela Lansbury and Corinn will recite it. I am still very concerned that she will be very behind with her verbal skills and some other things once she starts Kindergarten next fall, but I have seen a lot of improvement in the last six months as well. And she is very smart when it comes to letters and numbers. She knows how to spell quite a lot of words already and can count very high. She even knows how to add - just beginning adding like 1+1 = 2, 2 + 1 = 3, 3 + 1 = 4, and so forth. She has this little easel with magnetic numbers and letters, and each day she will do a little more adding on it (with either Ros or myself). I think she's gotten to like 130-something so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/ReoB1jThwAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RL3eSFMjOPE/s1600-h/jennslepthere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037841152689160194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/ReoB1jThwAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RL3eSFMjOPE/s200/jennslepthere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of children, I have really been reminiscing lately. I miss being a kid. I miss playing Barbies or Ponies in my room while listening to music, or playing with my brother in his room. I miss Saturday morning cartoons and all the great shows I used to watch. Remember that show Jennifer Slept Here? It had Ann Jillian in it. She was like a ghost of a movie star that still hung around her old house and only the teenage boy that lives there can see her. I've been trying to find some kind of clips from it on youtube or even just the theme somewhere on the net, but all I've found are a couple of pictures.  I don't really remember too much about the show, just that I liked it when I was a kid and thought Ann Jillian was pretty.  If I'm not mistaken, I watched this show around the same time as Silver Spoons, one of my all-time favorite shows as a kid.  I really wish that would come out on DVD.  I think what reminded me of Jennifer Slept Here was that I have this videotape of Alice In Wonderland, an all-star cast version that aired in the late 80s.  I was very excited when I found it on video a few years ago because I used to have it on a tape that I recorded directly from TV when it aired.  But the tape was long gone.  Anyway, now Corinn loves to watch it.  And Ann Jillian plays the Red Queen in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was also doing some remiscing on youtube this morning and found a cute little clip from Punky Brewster: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZpKIbN48KcE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZpKIbN48KcE&lt;/a&gt;.  I know this is on DVD, but I've never gotten around to buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing I've been reminiscing about is My Little Pony.  Corinn is very much into them now, but they look much different than when I was a kid.  So I found these really cool websites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghostofthedoll.co.uk/index.htm"&gt;http://www.ghostofthedoll.co.uk/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.kimsites.net/dreamvalley/index.html"&gt;http://www.kimsites.net/dreamvalley/index.html&lt;/a&gt;.  Browsing through these sites, I recognized things I completely forgot I had.  Ah the good ol' days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-5014195129745964068?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5014195129745964068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=5014195129745964068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/5014195129745964068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/5014195129745964068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-child-o-mine.html' title='Sweet Child O&apos; Mine'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZkQFj2d88DE/Ren9rjThv_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/u2UPp1bah_k/s72-c/DSC03078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34412182.post-117279700928366005</id><published>2007-03-01T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:56:49.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on now love, don't you look back</title><content type='html'>I decided to change my layout and changed the video to my favorite U2 song :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still job searching.  I'm working part-time at the travel agency where my mom works.  It's not much money and only from 9-1, but at least it's a little money and I have the afternoons free for interviews (if I ever get any).  I'm about ready to change careers.  Not that I ever really had one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-117279700928366005?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/117279700928366005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=117279700928366005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117279700928366005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117279700928366005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/03/come-on-now-love-dont-you-look-back.html' title='Come on now love, don&apos;t you look back'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-117160068616702279</id><published>2007-02-15T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:39:27.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everybody does it, but everybody should</title><content type='html'>Warning...TMI...&lt;br /&gt;Not as though anyone really reads this, but just giving a warning of possible too much information.  But this is my journal afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ros and I finally had sex this morning for the first time in about two months.  I have to admit that our sex life has completely sucked in the last year.  And it is not me, believe me.  If it were up to me, we'd have it every night, or at least four times a week.  But he's always either tired, or afraid he won't be able to "do anything".  He says he has a lot on his mind.  I know he has been stressed about money, but I think that's going to be the case for a while, and I can't wait that long to have sex.  Without going into detail, I'll just say...thank God for morning wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I got fired on Tuesday.  I called in sick on Monday.  Now I'll admit, I was not sick.  I was on my way to work, already running a little bit late, and once I got on the freeway and noticed the traffic backing up, I knew for sure I would not make it by 8:00.  So I turned around and called in sick.  Well, I called Diana whom I assumed was the person I needed to tell.  I got her voice mail and just left a message.  Well Tuesday morning I was halfway to work (not running late this time) when Diana called me and said that John said not to come in since I hadn't called in the day before.  I told her I left a message with her.  And she said "I wasn't here yesterday."  Well no one told me!!  Anyway she said that John said not to come in and sorry it didn't work out.  Good riddance is what I say!  I hated that job soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I have loved being home the last couple days.  I realized how much I enjoy cooking dinner and doing laundry.  Is that sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-117160068616702279?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/117160068616702279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=117160068616702279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117160068616702279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117160068616702279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-everybody-does-it-but-everybody.html' title='Not everybody does it, but everybody should'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-117097573229577301</id><published>2007-02-08T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:02:12.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly To The Angels</title><content type='html'>I can't believe Anna Nicole Smith is dead.  Not that I was a fan or anything, but she was in the press a lot lately and then all of a sudden she's dead?  Something seems fishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these last couple of days at work have been nice.  The owner has been out of town at a trade show.  I have felt so much stress just lifted off of me.  I really hate that man.  One of the other men here just mentioned how nice it's been and I said "I know.  It's not any less busy, just less stressful."  He said, "Exactly.  I'm actually &lt;em&gt;busier&lt;/em&gt; because I have to cover [for other people], but it's all smooth and calm.  There's no yelling."  I honestly can't believe this guy has been in business for 40 years with the attitude he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing very well with my better eating habits.  I haven't, however, done that well with keeping up with the exercising I had meant to do.  I'm just too tired in the morning to get up extra early, and when I get home it's the last thing I feel like doing.  But Rhonda says she can tell already.  I can't tell yet, but I do feel better about myself that I'm sticking with my diet.  I hardly ever have anything sweet, except I did have a chocolate muffin this morning.  The only real indulgence I have everyday is coffee.  I do love my Starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-117097573229577301?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/117097573229577301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=117097573229577301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117097573229577301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117097573229577301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/02/fly-to-angels.html' title='Fly To The Angels'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-117026274109763493</id><published>2007-01-31T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:05:40.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the java jive and it loves me</title><content type='html'>Well, as much as I am a coffee drinker, I guess I don't know too much about it.  I only got two questions right on this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/quiz_244/Morning_Coffee_Quiz.html?GT1=8921"&gt;Morning Coffe Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned a lot though.  Maybe you can do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-117026274109763493?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/117026274109763493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=117026274109763493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117026274109763493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/117026274109763493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-java-jive-and-it-loves-me.html' title='I love the java jive and it loves me'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116985174636132165</id><published>2007-01-26T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:49:06.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Said you'd give me light...</title><content type='html'>...but you never told me 'bout the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love Stevie.  I've been hearing more and more of her on the radio lately.  I've heard Leather and Lace a couple of times and Gypsy a few times.  And Rhiannon the other day and now Sara.  It's funny...I've been a Stevie nut for about 13 years now, and everytime I hear her it's like I'm a new fan again.  I think most Stevie fans can relate :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this day is L O N G!  Still 20 minutes to go and I feel like I've been here forever.  Usually the day goes by fast, but not today.  That's why I actually have some time to type this now.  And I am so sick of this job.  People here are so uptight.  I had to file some invoices and the phone was ringing.  Well, if I answer the phone in the filing room, I can only answer one line at a time.  If someone else calls while I'm on the phone, the main phone rings and people get pissed.  I'm like, someone could help me out here!  This one lady goes "answering the phone is more important than filing."  I told her I didn't want the invoices to pile up.  And she had the nerve to say I could come in on Saturday and do it.  I said "no, I don't do that."  Whatever!  And I'm on salary too, so I probably wouldn't get paid overtime anyway.  It really pissed me off because she's just a salesperson.  She's not my manager.  My thought is, if the phones are this busy, they need someone else to do stuff like copying, filing and mail postage.  I barely get a brake to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's Friday.  Ros is finished with lessons at 7 so we'll probably go eat somewhere.  Then maybe watch a movie.  Rhonda has the kids this weekend.  Oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116985174636132165?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116985174636132165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116985174636132165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116985174636132165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116985174636132165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/01/said-youd-give-me-light.html' title='Said you&apos;d give me light...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116871018314872991</id><published>2007-01-13T11:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:43:03.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I still drive...dead or alive...</title><content type='html'>Yes it was only a matter of time right? LOL I added a video of Chris singing "Wanted Dead or Alive".  This is really cool because it was the early part of American Idol, before they had narrowed it down to the top 10.  They would do one night the girls, the next night the guys or vice verse.  Seeing that all three judges were praising him at this point, saying that he had potential and a great recording voice, really says a lot about Chris.  I remember liking him from the beginning, but I think it was this performance that made me a fan.  I remember telling Ros (because he was teaching and had to watch the tape I recorded when he was done) something like "that rock guy sang Bon Jovi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and let's not forget that gorgeous smile at the end....*sigh*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116871018314872991?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116871018314872991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116871018314872991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116871018314872991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116871018314872991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-still-drivedead-or-alive_116871018314872991.html' title='I still drive...dead or alive...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116863138966549745</id><published>2007-01-12T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:12:05.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open up the book you beat me with again...</title><content type='html'>...read it off one sentence at a time.&lt;br /&gt;That's the first line of the Daughtry song "Breakdown".  Isn't that a cool line?  I have been listening to this cd over and over in the car.  I can't seem to take it out.  The other morning I listened to a Lindsay Lohan cd and a little bit of Foo Fighters and yesterday morning I listened to an Allison Moorer cd, but then I would always put the Daughtry cd back in.  I put it in yesterday morning after the Allison cd was over and it's stayed in there since.  I haven't wanted to listen to anything else.  It just repeats and I never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, do you ever get a nipple itch at work? LOL My left nipple has been itching all day.  So annoying, especially since I can't scratch it.  My skin must be dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!!!  This week has been LONG.  Even though I missed a day on Tuesday.  Corinn was still very sick so I had to take her to the doctor.  She ended up having an ear infection in her left ear and a mild cause of bronchitis.  Since we didn't have insurance, her doctor was very nice and gave us a ten day supply of antibiotics and she had as samples.  That was a relief for us and our bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad was coming to town this week but I haven't heard from him yet.  He'll probably call tonight or tomorrow.  He probably figures we couldn't have gotten together during the week anyway.  He hasn't seen our house yet and we've been living in it for a year already.  I'm anxious for him to see it, especially the studio.  I just wish Rhonda wasn't living with us.  Otherwise they could probably stay the night in the guest room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, it's not even 2:00 yet.  This day is s l o w. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116863138966549745?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116863138966549745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116863138966549745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116863138966549745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116863138966549745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-up-book-you-beat-me-with-again.html' title='Open up the book you beat me with again...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116829725488902837</id><published>2007-01-08T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:44:58.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Over</title><content type='html'>Ok I just have to say, I'm so glad I bought this CD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align-center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/B000IY04RC/ref=s9_asin_title/102-3967117-8023341" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000IY04RC.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V50064210_.jpg" border="none"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very good!  I loved Chris Daughtry on American Idol last season.  He was my favorite and I was very upset when he got knocked off.  So much so that I cried.  He is very talented and I knew he would make it regardless if he won or not.  It was just sad to see my favorite go.  Anyway, I'm not sure if it's because I don't really keep up with current music or TV, or if it's just because Houston radio sucks and never plays any American Idol people (sans Kelly Clarkson of course).  But I had no idea Chris was coming out with a CD.  I decided to grab it last night when I was at Target and boy, I'm glad I did.  He rocks!!  I sound cheesy like a teenybopper, but that's kind of how he makes me feel LOL.  The first song, "It's Not Over" is totally something I could hear on the radio.  I read reviews on Amazon and a lot people compared this CD to Nickelback.  I've never been a Nickelback fan, but I may how to give them more of a try now LOL.  Honestly, I just think the songs are really good.  He wrote or co-wrote almost all of them.  My favorites are "Used To" and "Over You".  A few others I like a lot are "It's No Over", "Home", "What I Want" which features Slash on lead guitar (awesome!), "There And Back Again" which reminds me of a faster version of the Warrant song "AYM", and "All These Lives".  The rest of the songs are good, but not quite as memorable.  Definitely not bad songs though.  Ros hasn't listened to it yet and I'm curious to see what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about time to go.  I'm getting sick of this place.  The boss is a jerk and other people tend to be a little too uptight.  I'm continuing to look, but I'm not leaving til I have something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little girl has been sick all week.  I hope she gets better soon.  And Ros started feeling sick yesterday.  I don't wanna get it, I can't afford to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116829725488902837?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116829725488902837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116829725488902837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116829725488902837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116829725488902837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-over.html' title='It&apos;s Not Over'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116674145216993746</id><published>2006-12-21T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:50:52.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mix &amp; mingle in a jinglin' beat...</title><content type='html'>...that's the jingle bell rock.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love Christmas music, I think if I hear this song one more time I'm gonna puke LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting that job.  I am there now.  I have a small stereo behind my desk and the speakers are on the ceiling.  It is tuned the radio station that's playing all Christmas music.  I do admit I love that.  You really can't go wrong with Christmas tunes.  But I'm kind of sick of hearing the same song every hour LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the job...&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty cool.  At first I was overwhelmed, but I think I'm getting the hang of it (I started Friday).  The owner is kind of intimidating, but I think I'm doing ok.  This is actually the first time since I started that I've had some time on my hands.  It's usually pretty busy nonstop.  But I like that because it makes the day go by faster.  I think it's kind of slow today because of the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til Christmas.  It seems like I've been waiting for it forever and then all of a sudden I was like, oh my gosh it's this Monday!  I can't wait to see Corinn open her presents.  We're going to Nacogdoches on Sunday, just for the day.  When we get home, later in the evening my mom, Rhonda and I are going to church.  My idea.  I'm not much of a church person, but I like it at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes til time to go home.  I hate the drive home, and today it rained so I'm sure it's gonna be worse.  But it's not as bad as the drive from Corporate Express so I can deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116674145216993746?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116674145216993746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116674145216993746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116674145216993746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116674145216993746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/12/mix-mingle-in-jinglin-beat.html' title='mix &amp; mingle in a jinglin&apos; beat...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116598748452098904</id><published>2006-12-12T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:24:44.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'</title><content type='html'>Well, I have an interview tomorrow at 10AM.  It's with a fitness equiment manufacturing company (right up my alley...ha! ::sarcasm::).  And it's not on my side of town.  But I decided to go ahead and apply for anything I see that I might be suited for, even if I have to drive 30 miles.  So far this is the first company that's called me.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much gave up on Office Team.  They aren't helping me at all.  They should have been putting me top priority since they screwed up and told me the last job was temp to perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is on it's way.  The other day I was thinking it was a week away.  Then I realized we still had two more weeks.  I was hurrying for nothing.  Well, not for nothing.  I'm glad I have all my shopping done.  We just have to get something for Ros's mom's husband.  Probably another Barnes &amp; Noble gift card.  I have two presents of Corinn's left to wrap.  I keep thinking I'm gonna wrap them, but I think the reason I haven't yet is I'm kind of waiting to see if I find them cheaper somewhere else.  Then I might return them and buy them cheaper LOL.  They are two Bratz toys.  One is a Big Bratz Baby (Katia) and the other is a Bratz Kidz (Jade) with a little desk or something that has actual lip gloss inside I think.  Something like that.  Corinn took a liking to both of them one night at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to get to bed.  I've been staying up til 2 or 3 and sleeping til noon, so 8:00 is going to come early for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116598748452098904?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116598748452098904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116598748452098904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116598748452098904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116598748452098904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleigh-bells-ring-are-you-listenin.html' title='Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin&apos;'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116422653724819154</id><published>2006-11-22T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:15:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on your mind?</title><content type='html'>I'm bored so I thought I'd take some of these little "quizzes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that fits me pretty well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lucky pair of underwear. And you wear it more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C8C8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E9E9FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plastic Tulips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mood Ring is Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/orange.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Stimulating ideas&lt;br /&gt;Daring&lt;br /&gt;Full of desires&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/"&gt;Mood Ring Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ok, I must be horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAEAEA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Glazed Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/glazed-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.&lt;br /&gt;And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I could really go for a donut right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Yeah I guess if you had to catagorize me... I was in choir and drama.  I didn't really hang with a clique.  I was kind of just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 43% Perfectionist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/perfectionist-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would call you a perfectionist, but you definitely have a side of you that strives to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Try to see your mistakes as learning experiences, and don't be so hard on yourself when you screw up!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaperfectionistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Perfectionist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're an Passionate Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/passionate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urges&lt;br /&gt;If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story&lt;br /&gt;You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses&lt;br /&gt;A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Marcia Brady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbradyareyouquiz/marcia.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident yet kind. Popular yet down to earth. You're a total dream girl.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the total package - no wonder everyone's a little jealous of you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbradyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Brady Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's enough for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116422653724819154?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116422653724819154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116422653724819154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116422653724819154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116422653724819154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on your mind?'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116422073267148420</id><published>2006-11-22T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:38:52.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt water wells in my eyes</title><content type='html'>I just added a video of the Julian Lennon song "Salt Water".  This is probably the best hit that never was in my opinion.  Such a wonderful song!  I think it came out around 91 and was a single, but not a huge hit.  It should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so aggrevated at Ros last night.  When I got home, he showed me a couple of things he bought.  He got the 6th season of Seinfeld and Cars on DVD.  Remember how I said that he buys stuff for himself and then when birthday or Christmas roll around, nobody has anything to get him?  Yeah, he did it again.  I was trying not to get angry but I told him we didn't need Cars because we could just rent it and copy it.  The Seinfeld I am glad to get, but it would have made a nice Christmas present.  So I told him that could count as my birthday present to him.  Then later on, I went out to the studio and he was in there and said "check this out" and he had some three disc KISS Alive CD set.  That did it.  I was like WTF!?!?!  I let him know I was mad.  He said his mom sent him $50 for his birthday.  I said, well ok I didn't know that.  And his reply was "you didn't ask me."  GRRRRR!!  I told him now I have nothing to get him for Christmas and he said he didn't care, he doesn't get joy from getting gifts.  I said well I do!  And he said "are we talking about you?"  I said no, but you're taking the joy out of giving you something.  I think he said something like "well too bad."  I was so angry I wanted to punch him.  I told Rhonda about it and she made a good point.  He is the one who's always so hung up on thoughtfulness.  But then he's making it where no one has a chance to be thoughtful!  What a hypocrite.  Also, he's the one that's been bitching about money.  But then he'll buy stuff without consulting me.  When I buy something, I'm made to feel guilty.  Not anymore.  This sucks and isn't fair.  I was so upset that I started having an anxiety attack last night.  I was tossing and turning in bed and my chest hurt.  I really wanted to punch something or someone.  So I laid on my stomach in a fetal position until I calmed down and fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116422073267148420?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116422073267148420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116422073267148420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116422073267148420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116422073267148420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/11/salt-water-wells-in-my-eyes.html' title='Salt water wells in my eyes'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116414334695154149</id><published>2006-11-21T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:23:35.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's working for the weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, turns out this job is only temp through tomorrow.  I think there must have have been some miscommunication somewhere.  I was ticked off, but I'm over it now.  This job is rather boring.  Now I can just relax this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not.  Rhonda's kids are coming tomorrow.  Then Thursday we're going to Nacogdoches for Thanksgiving.  Friday I plan to get up somewhat early and go do some Christmas shopping, then later on we're going to see James who will be at his mom's with his new girlfriend.  Then probably Saturday or Sunday I'll put up the Christmas tree...or I may wait and do that on Monday after the kids are gone.  And sometime I wanna take Corinn to see Santa Claus at the mall.  She will love that I think.  She's finally gotten to that stage where she understands who Santa is and is excited about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot tomorrow night we're supposed to get together with John and Mary.  That should be fun.  We haven't hung out with them in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I had totally forgotten about the Paul Stanley fan fiction I had started writing about six years ago.  For some reason I thought of it yesterday and showed it to Rhonda.  She started reading it out loud and I got all excited about it again.  I'm gonna have to finish it one of these days.  I think I got about eight chapters of it done.  Rhonda says it's very good writing.  I hadn't thought about it in a while, but I do enjoy writing.  I should do it more I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ros's birthday.  He's 39.  We (He, my mom, Rhonda, Corinn and I) went out to eat at Zio's Saturday night and last night we all (minus my mom) went to Gringo's.  I had no idea what to get him.  I told him he made it very difficult because he bought everything himself (all the KISS related stuff that came out in October) so we had nothing to buy him for his birthday and now we have Christmas coming.  But I gave him a little somethin' :).  George took him out Sunday night just to hang out.  I was a little sad I couldn't go, but I guess he deserved a guy's night.  It's just weird because we've never gone out without each other.  I know a lot of couples do, but we usually don't have any reason to.  We like to do the same things and enjoy each other's company.  He's so great.  I love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116414334695154149?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116414334695154149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116414334695154149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116414334695154149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116414334695154149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybodys-working-for-weekend.html' title='Everybody&apos;s working for the weekend'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-116345926544468789</id><published>2006-11-13T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:13:12.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've forgotten what it was in you that put the need in me</title><content type='html'>Oops!  Yeah, I forgot I made this blog.  Well, not completely forgot...but I just really haven't been in the blogging mood.  But I'll bring ya up to date.&lt;br /&gt;I had been offered a job with an insurance company down the road.  I had originally applied for the receptionist position, but got offered a customer service support position.  In order to start work I had to take a class and get licensed.  Well, I took the class, but have not passed the test yet.  I've taken it twice so far and failed it both times, first with a 64 and then with a 67.  It is SO hard!&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I got offered a temp-to-hire position through Office Team.  I decided to go ahead and take it cause we need the money and who knows if/when I'll pass the test.  So I'm here now at my first day, about to go home.  Not really much to say about the job yet because I've only been here since 1:00 and they haven't taught me much yet.  So I'll try to remember to keep posting :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-116345926544468789?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/116345926544468789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=116345926544468789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116345926544468789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/116345926544468789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-forgotten-what-it-was-in-you-that.html' title='I&apos;ve forgotten what it was in you that put the need in me'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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-34412182.post-115825758919390899</id><published>2006-09-14T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:11:49.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get high on a new thing</title><content type='html'>I decided to create this blog just for fun. Mainly to post pics of Corinn so everyone can see, so that I don't have to email them. Also, just to have a little place to write my thoughts. I promise I'll try not to swear too much LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a job. Haven't had any luck all summer. I finally signed up with OfficeTeam (again) last week. I've also gotten in touch with a lady at another staffing agency who lives next door to the mother of the mother of one of Ros's students...make sense? I need to call her back this afternoon. I'm getting desperate. We have $5,000 due in taxes on the house at the end of the year and we have SQUAT in the bank right now. Need a job...FAST! Minimum wage unemployment checks aren't cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...just watched an awesome movie the other night. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Limited-2-Disc-Special-Taylor-Hackford/dp/B0006SSRO2/sr=8-4/qid=1158256483/ref=pd_bbs_4/102-8036252-2165728?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Wow, I never knew Jamie Foxx was such a good actor. He totally nailed it. There was one part I couldn't watch (had to close my eyes and ears) which I won't get into, but other than that it was a brilliant film. I also watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/She-Man-Widescreen-Andy-Fickman/dp/B000FIHN84/sr=1-1/qid=1158256664/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-8036252-2165728?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She's The Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. A silly little teen movie. Ros couldn't watch it. We started to and he help sighing and rolling his eyes so I stopped it. I watched it by myself the next day. There were some lame parts, but some cute and funny parts too. I had joined that Blockbuster online rental thing, and I just didn't feel right renting a movie and returning it without watching it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Another great movie I've seen recently is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Crashers-Uncorked-Unrated-Widescreen/dp/B000BKVQS4/sr=1-1/qid=1158256849/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-8036252-2165728?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't taken many pics of Corinn lately, but here's one of her playing with her Barbie B-Bright Laptop. She loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3792/1600/Dsc02573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2145/3792/320/Dsc02573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34412182-115825758919390899?l=fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/feeds/115825758919390899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34412182&amp;postID=115825758919390899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/115825758919390899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34412182/posts/default/115825758919390899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingstarcatcher.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-high-on-new-thing.html' title='Get high on a new thing'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361804529229791731</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>
