<?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-8101192</id><updated>2011-06-03T17:09:05.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombay Sapphire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-113555815166275007</id><published>2005-12-25T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:49:11.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is Christmas day and I am spending time with my sister and her family in Massachusetts.  I will travel to my parent's home tomorrow and see them and my other sister and her family.  I am going to be pretty tired getting home is going to be like a vacation.  I didn't sleep last night...not one wink...I can't wait until I can lie down on my own bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I did indeed get a tattoo.  It is beautiful and the artist who did it is an amazing woman.  it is blue, purple and turquoise.  I am so proud of it.  The three goals I accomplished this past year were to own and ride my own Harley Davidson.  To face my fear of heights...I rode the Dragon's Descent at Funtown Splashtown USA, and lastly getting my tattoo.  New Years is coming and I have to decide on the goals I will be trying to meet in 2006.  There will be the usual.  Lose weight: eat better and get more excercise. I don't smoke and I don't drink very often, so those are lost on me.  I know,  I will pay my car off before March and get my braces paid off by May...Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-113555815166275007?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/113555815166275007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=113555815166275007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/113555815166275007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/113555815166275007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-112560858733726447</id><published>2005-09-01T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:15:37.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't written in this Blog for quite awhile. I come back and read stuff on occasion. I am still at the same company. It seems that I will probably retire from this place. My birthday is coming up really soon, I was thinking about aging and still being here. I have to promise myself that I will not be here when I am 40. That is six measley years away. I can't believe that I'm going to be 34 on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is getting me a tattoo for my birthday. I need to choose colors that I want. I'm thinking...blues, greens and purples. It will be beautiful. I'm having a local, well known tattoo artist do it. She is super talented. She has a whole portfolio of gorgeous artwork. I'm having a triquetra-knot inked on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-112560858733726447?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/112560858733726447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=112560858733726447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/112560858733726447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/112560858733726447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havent-written-in-this-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-111205034920611955</id><published>2005-03-28T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:52:29.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gals and varous thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty tired today.  I visited my sister and her family in Massachusetts over the Easter Holiday.  It was wonderful to have some quality time with my oldest niece Rachel.  I can't believe the lady she is becoming.  I think all of my nieces are beautiful.  Each in their own way.  One of them gets on my nerves sometimes.  A pet peeve is someone who talks through a movie.   I warn her before we sit down and watch a movie that she has already seen.  "If you make a sound, I will not watch the movie with you."  I still haven't seen the end of I-Robot...  Anyway.  I didn't really get to spend much time with them.  It seems that it was a whirl-wind visit.  I swooped in Saturday night and left this morning (Monday.)  I really wish I could see them more often.  All in all.  It will be nice to sleep in my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy wants me to move to MA.  I can't see myself living there.  I really enjoy my life here.  I have my friends and work.  I don't like to uproot and just move.  (I have way too much stuff.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stuff.  I really need to do some major spring cleaning.  I have a room full of crap.  I hate it.  I just seem to collect S#!T.  B is worse than I am.  He doesn't even throw away envelopes!  I have to take a year and start throwing things out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-111205034920611955?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/111205034920611955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=111205034920611955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/111205034920611955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/111205034920611955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-gals-and-varous-thoughts.html' title='My Gals and varous thoughts.'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-111167464206754918</id><published>2005-03-24T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:30:42.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow</title><content type='html'>I realize the snow that is falling outside right now isn't going to amount to anything, but It is time for warmth and sunshine.  The trees should be getting buds and the grass should be peeking out of the ground.  Nope.  There is too much snow on the ground still.  Right now, it is that ugly rotton snow with the black from road dirt and exhaust.  I just want to see the green grass and sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-111167464206754918?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/111167464206754918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=111167464206754918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/111167464206754918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/111167464206754918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-snow.html' title='More Snow'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-110944085397417710</id><published>2005-02-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T13:00:53.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back</title><content type='html'>I am back at work after seven days off.  It is just like slipping into an Iron Maiden.  I know more and more why I hate this job!  I really need to start looking for other work.  I have 13 payments left on my car and I couldn't tell you without looking, payments on the orthodontics.  Having the car paid off will lessen my insurance costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB is going home today.  His mother's birthday is tomorrow.  I think she is going to be 62 years old.  Wow.  My mom is going to be 76 in March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how old my parents are getting.  My dad is going to be 72.  EEK!  I have been doing something kind of morbid lately.  I have been scanning ages in the Obituaries.  I have to admit, even though I am in my 30s, I am terrifed of losing my parents.  It may be an unjustified fear because I have been out of the house for a long time.  I don't rely on my parents for anything.  Who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-110944085397417710?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/110944085397417710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=110944085397417710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110944085397417710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110944085397417710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/02/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-110831963219365098</id><published>2005-02-13T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:33:52.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Home!</title><content type='html'>I had a guest sleep on my couch for two days.  I didn't plan for company.  Frankly, I hate having people on my couch especially when I don't expect them to be there.  It would be quite embarassing for me and the other party when I walk out of my bedroom in the buff.  (I know, TMI!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy is a nice enough guy, but he being there for two days just gets on my nerves!  I feel as if I can't sit comfortably in my own living room because I don't have enough room right now for more than two people to sit comfortably there.  Once BB moves the fucking organ out of my living-room there will be more.  Haaving a real couch instead of a broken down futon will also be good!  There are too many things in my living-room in general.  I need more space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-110831963219365098?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/110831963219365098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=110831963219365098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110831963219365098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110831963219365098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-home.html' title='Go Home!'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-110823100340392399</id><published>2005-02-12T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:56:43.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain of Snow</title><content type='html'>There is an enoumous mountain of snow right outside the window.  Usually people cut through the driveway to avoid the street lights.  I think it is funny that people are driving into our driveway and get half way through the small alley, just to see one of the guy's car is blocking the other end.  It is funny to watch them curse as they have to back out and get stuck at the light again.  It is going to be a short lived form of entertainment because the snow pile should be gone soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have placed a "biscuit" at my desk.  Since it has been there, I have been in a lighter mood and I haven't had a customer yell at me.  It has only been there since yesterday, so I will see if it is a device that will benefit my work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something on the Today Show this morning.  There was a segment on about a woman who wrote a book called &lt;u&gt;The Sociopath Next Door.&lt;/u&gt;  I don't remember the author's name.  She made a statement about people out there who seem to experience feelings on the outward, but inside have no consience.  I had breakfast with my friend RS the other day.  He had spoken about people without a Heart-Chakra. (SP?)  In my understanding, that means that the person has no soul.  I found that to be amazing.  It can happen.  Believe me, I deal with people all day, every day at my job.  People are cruel and take no responsibitly for their own actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-110823100340392399?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/110823100340392399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=110823100340392399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110823100340392399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110823100340392399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/02/mountain-of-snow.html' title='Mountain of Snow'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-110815078322900424</id><published>2005-02-11T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T14:39:43.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG MOOSE</title><content type='html'>I dropped my resume off at Big Moose Harley Davidson last Friday.  I've called a few times to talk to the sales Manager.  He just got in from Nashville for training.  He basically told me that they aren't going to be hiring until the busy season starts and that I will be considered then.  He invited me in to come and speak to him.  I will do that on my day off next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start scanning the newspaper and try to get out of this hell hole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-110815078322900424?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/110815078322900424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=110815078322900424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110815078322900424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110815078322900424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-moose.html' title='BIG MOOSE'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-110021373278147038</id><published>2004-11-11T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:55:32.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bed</title><content type='html'>I am going to be sleeping on a new-to-me king sized bed tonight!  I can't wait to have room to move and not be kicked or elbowed.  Woo hoo!  Yippee!  I get to sleep in tomorrow too...I don't have to work!  It can't be much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-110021373278147038?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/110021373278147038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=110021373278147038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110021373278147038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/110021373278147038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-bed.html' title='New Bed'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109961345926813515</id><published>2004-11-04T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:10:59.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life sux</title><content type='html'>I am getting sick and tired of coming into the store and finding that my schedule has changed AGAIN!!!  I have plans on Tuesday to go see a concert.  I get to work today and find out that I have to be in Massachusetts at 7:30 a.m.  Are they insane?  I asked for time off over a month ago.  This is driving me absolutely insane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is only one of the things that is irritating me...Customers are getting worse and worse.  I hate people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109961345926813515?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109961345926813515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109961345926813515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109961345926813515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109961345926813515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-sux.html' title='life sux'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109916838090941293</id><published>2004-10-30T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:06:00.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankees and mean people Suck!</title><content type='html'>I just want to get out of here! People are being completely awful! Just get the hell out of my store and shut the hell up! Not in that order, of course! People are just being creeps today. I just want to get away from this job sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109916838090941293?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109916838090941293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109916838090941293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109916838090941293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109916838090941293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/yankees-and-mean-people-suck.html' title='Yankees and mean people Suck!'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109891176755714048</id><published>2004-10-27T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:16:07.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*J*A*C*K*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Officially there is no more AT&amp;T Wireless. Cingular Wireless is the name. I haven't even answered the phone since the merger has been official. This is really strange for me. I have been with a company that has changed their name: United States Cellular to US Cellular...That was strange, but was more normal than changing to Cingular from AT&amp;amp;T Wireless. I haven't had to answer the phone yet, but I'm sure it is going to be strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109891176755714048?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109891176755714048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109891176755714048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109891176755714048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109891176755714048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/jack.html' title='*J*A*C*K*'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109874347525320316</id><published>2004-10-25T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:05:21.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I brake for...Oh Shit No Brakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That was the bumper sticker of the day. I just love to come across good ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109874347525320316?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109874347525320316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109874347525320316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109874347525320316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109874347525320316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-brake-foroh-shit-no-brakes.html' title='I brake for...Oh Shit No Brakes!'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109863638084352592</id><published>2004-10-24T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T12:46:20.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cingular now owns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;AT&amp;amp;T Wireless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The deal actually went through on Friday. It will be announced to the nation on Monday. I wonder how things are going to be changing. I like some change. I wonder how quickly things will be changing. I can't believe it. I am going to learn a lot in the next few weeks, months and years. I have been in this industry for nine years. I wonder what the next nine years are going to be like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Boston Red Sox won the first game of the 2004 World Series. It was a really exiting game. It seemed strange because they weren't playing the Yankees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On a personal note. I am so irritated with BB's friend Erik. Erik drives me crazy! He constantly whines and it grates on me. We have been camping and he has been there...bitching about the cold or what ever. Last night, some of the guys started playing some video game. Now, I have never been to the place where we were...there were too many turns to remember after being there only once...at night. BB started to say, I'll catch a ride with... and then he remembered that I had no clue where we are. Erik pipes up..It's easy. I snapped. Look, I have worked long hours and I have been awake since 6 a.m...(It was almost 1 a.m.) I'm not going alone. He pisses me off so often. I wish BB could see it. BB wants to move in February. The only reason I want to go is to not live below Erik anymore. Other than that, I want to stay. I have moved once a year since I have lived in Portland. I am sick of moving and don't want to pack up and haul my stuff somewhere else. I HATE MOVING!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Brandon came into the store yesterday. It was nice to see them. The wedding is going to come up fast and furious. AAUGH! I need to get the performance track for At Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109863638084352592?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109863638084352592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109863638084352592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109863638084352592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109863638084352592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109854416496423826</id><published>2004-10-23T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T12:58:45.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Sux</title><content type='html'>Wireless customers are difficult. That is putting it mildly. Sometimes I just want to shake people and ask them what they are thinking. Hello, I have feelings. Stop badgering me. One of these days I am going to just blow up at someone. Stop It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a woman, who was more a man than some of the guys I know. Her phone keeps dropping calls. It has obviously been damaged. Tell me, if you throw your phone against a wall, do you really expect it to work properly? Buddy, you are such an imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The other thing that is pissing me off is this merger. What poor frigging planning. I was scheduled Monday off, now I have to work a hell shift and then go to Hallowell for training on Tuesday. Make that two hell shifts...One Monday and One Wednesday. AAGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109854416496423826?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109854416496423826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109854416496423826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109854416496423826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109854416496423826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/retail-sux.html' title='Retail Sux'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109839420680716103</id><published>2004-10-21T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:30:06.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here come the Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Sox Rule!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109839420680716103?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109839420680716103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109839420680716103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109839420680716103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109839420680716103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-come-sox.html' title='Here come the Sox'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109827855500264965</id><published>2004-10-20T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:22:35.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Red Sox!</title><content type='html'>The last few nights have been late ones for me.  I don't watch a lot of baseball, but with the Sox so close to winning this series, I can't help myself.  This series has been great...both teams are fighting tooth and nail.  They both want to be on top.  It must have been so cold last night at Yankee Stadium.  I don't know if I could have sat there with it being so cold and wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nice to hang out with Jen and Nate.  Not to mention the other wrestlers who wandered in and out during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109827855500264965?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109827855500264965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109827855500264965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109827855500264965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109827855500264965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/go-red-sox.html' title='Go Red Sox!'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109810762033371824</id><published>2004-10-18T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:53:40.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mule</title><content type='html'>The Breast Cancer walk was a good time. I can't tell you the last time I walked three miles. It has been a couple of years. I do like to walk, but I am really out of shape. It was good for me to get out and actually do something physical. It was a good cause. They said that we earned over $100,000.00 they were still counting. It was fun walking with Pete and Nancy. I have to admit that my back hurts a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gov't Mule concert on Saturday night was great! BB got to meet the entire band after the show. He has vanity plates on his vehicle. He had the band autograph one of them, and gave the other one to Warren Haynes. He is collecting things, and this is his first thing from Maine. We went to the after party at the Alehouse. It was good to see Russ and AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109810762033371824?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109810762033371824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109810762033371824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109810762033371824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109810762033371824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/mule.html' title='Mule'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109777421045872611</id><published>2004-10-14T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:04:24.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sammy is still in the hospital. Apparently he has some kind of infection. He will be on an antibiotic regime until Monday. It is better to be safe than sorry. Tina's milk hasn't come in, but it shouldn't be long now. She is trying her hardest to do the right thing. She is going to make a fantastic mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109777421045872611?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109777421045872611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109777421045872611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109777421045872611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109777421045872611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/sammy.html' title='Sammy'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109768658275731433</id><published>2004-10-13T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T12:56:22.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel</title><content type='html'>On October 11, Samuel Todd Grierson was born to Tina and Todd. 8:13. A large baby with a full head of hair! I can't believe how much hair this child has! He has Sawyer genes. The first thing they asked me is..."Who does he look like?" I took a look and said, "Bill. He looks just like Bill." It was uncanny how much he looks like his late grandfather. Pam, the proud grammy was there. I think they call her 'Mimi.' I can't believe how much hair this kid has! A full, thick head of hair. When Tina took the little hat off...my jaw dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While BB and I were on the way home that night, he just seemed so happy. I asked him his thoughts and he told me that Sammy is the best thing that has ever happened to Tina. "She now has a purpose." I said, "She has someone to love her unconditionally." (At least until he is a teenager. Even Todd seemed so happy! It was unbelievable how happy he seems to be. I had never thought they would be parents...he must have thought the same thing. A proud papa. I am thrilled for them! Sammy is a cute kid, and he is going to have a good home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109768658275731433?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109768658275731433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109768658275731433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109768658275731433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109768658275731433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/samuel.html' title='Samuel'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109742922190243901</id><published>2004-10-10T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:27:01.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@#!@R$^^%#$@**&amp;^&amp;$^$#&amp;**(&amp;^$</title><content type='html'>I hate working on Sunday. It completely bites. What a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend AJ called me a couple of days ago. She is pregnant. She isn't going to keep the child. I have been avoiding seeing her. I don't want to lecture her...she already knows how I feel. She and her husband already have two beautiful daughters. She is a great mother. Her husband is a great father. They have their typical martial problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;On a lighter note, BB's sister, Tina, is most likely going to be induced tomorrow. Little Sammy may be born soon. She is really uncomfortable and just wants to be a mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to be a parent. I know that if I got pregnant, I could never have an abortion. Some day, I am going to be a great mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109742922190243901?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109742922190243901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109742922190243901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109742922190243901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109742922190243901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/r.html' title='@#!@R$^^%#$@**&amp;^&amp;$^$#&amp;**(&amp;^$'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109725624854515011</id><published>2004-10-08T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T13:24:08.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa Etheridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Melissa Etheridge has been diagnosed with breast cancer. I find it odd that I signed up for a breast cancer walk just yesterday. My friend Melissa and I were planning to go to a ME concert tonight in Lowell, MA. Mel called me and told me the news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get better Melissa Etheridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109725624854515011?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109725624854515011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109725624854515011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109725624854515011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109725624854515011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/melissa-etheridge.html' title='Melissa Etheridge'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109724331270503849</id><published>2004-10-08T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:48:32.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have signed up to do a breast cancer walk on October 17th. I am looking forward to it, taking part in something like this. I did a 5k walk years ago, for something else. It has been a long time since I've done anything like that. I am a regular blood donor. Anyway, If you are reading my blog, I would love it if you would donate to the cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109724331270503849?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.acsevents.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=58240&amp;lis=1&amp;kntae58240=E2C47E429C6F4F63AB5423A7675EFC78&amp;supId=60722765' title='Breast Cancer Walk'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109724331270503849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109724331270503849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109724331270503849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109724331270503849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/breast-cancer-walk.html' title='Breast Cancer Walk'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109664319192386761</id><published>2004-10-01T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:47:16.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>October&lt;br /&gt;And the trees are stripped bare&lt;br /&gt;Of all they wear&lt;br /&gt;What do I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;And kingdoms rise&lt;br /&gt;And kingdoms fall&lt;br /&gt;But you go on...and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words to &lt;em&gt;October, &lt;/em&gt;by U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my last post, I hate fall because it is the beginning of the end of the good weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;We are going camping to celebrate Glenn Gaudin's 50th birthday. He is a pretty cool guy for the most part. He is also the guy who owes me a motorcycle. I wish he would get some of the property sold that he has promised me he would...There is a HD locally that is a fair price and if he could just get some land sold or refinanced or something. He called me on the 28th. He made a point of telling me that it was his birthday. I mentioned to him that I found the bike that I want. He then went on to tell me his plans for refinancing his land. We will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day that the idiots are out in force! I have had some of the dumbest questions asked of me than I have had in a while!&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this work day would end.  My feet are killing me.  Standing all day is really lousy!  I would like to have a position where I can sit for part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering what kind of changes are going to happen when we are Cingular.  Will we have to dress up or will we be able to wear golf shirts or polo's?  I do want to see what will be changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109664319192386761?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109664319192386761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109664319192386761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109664319192386761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109664319192386761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109648849542727701</id><published>2004-09-29T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:27:58.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I really can't say that I like this time of year. I have always thought that my birthday is the beginning of the end. I don't like cold weather and snow. I hear that this is going to be a snowy winter. I really dislike driving in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109648849542727701?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109648849542727701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109648849542727701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109648849542727701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109648849542727701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109603903674411084</id><published>2004-09-24T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T11:17:16.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...and...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm still in pain today. I hate having these braces...but I know that my teeth are going to be beautiful when they are straightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;BB had a long cold and scary drive home last night. He took his nephew home on the Harley last night. For some reason he is losing tire pressure on the bike. I hope that it will be covered by warranty. It has been less than a month since it was professionally put on the bike. This weekend is supposed to be pretty nice. I would like to spend some time on the back of the bike this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It is another day in HELL. I do hate this job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109603903674411084?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109603903674411084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109603903674411084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109603903674411084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109603903674411084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/againandagain.html' title='Again...and...again.'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109597613254317015</id><published>2004-09-23T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:15:22.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am experiencing some major pain right now...You see, I have braces. Yes, I am 33 years old and have braces. Deal with it! I visited the orthodontist this morning and they had to be tightened. This is one of those times that it is really painful. I have taken about 8 Advil today. At one point...I bit down harder than normal...It really hurt. There was a shooting pain that really sent a message to my brain..."Don't do that again!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109597613254317015?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109597613254317015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109597613254317015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109597613254317015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109597613254317015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/agony.html' title='The Agony'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109586885384272312</id><published>2004-09-22T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:00:53.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in @#$%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm wearing blue today, so I will also submit my blog in blue today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;AJ and I didn't have lunch yesterday. I did see them while at Hannaford yesterday. They were across the parking lot, so I didn't yell to them or anything. First off, because it would have been rude to the person I was speaking to on the phone. (Tina, BB's sister.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit sad today. I'm not sure why. It could be that today is the first day of fall and I know that the days are getting shorter. Darkness depresses me. Fall and winter are really hard on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Around the holidays I get really sad because BB doesn't like my mother and is unwilling to spend any time with my family. I have to go to my parent's house alone. Mom hasn't gotten over my divorce. I just wish he could be with me when I visit my family. I need to open up to my family and tell them...HEY! This is the guy I am in love with and probably who I am going to be with for life. It all boils down to this: I am a coward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't remember if I have mentioned that I looked at a Harley Davidson last week. I am probably going to have to let this one go too, but it would be the perfect bike for me. It is a Sportster, which is the smaller frames. It is older, which is really cool. The only thing I would want is another color. I don't even know which color I would want it to be. Red? Purple? Green? I just don't know. It is a matter of whether or not Glenn is going to make it happen. I am hoping that it will be sooner rather than later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109586885384272312?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109586885384272312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109586885384272312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109586885384272312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109586885384272312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-day-in.html' title='Another Day in @#$%'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109569373622755997</id><published>2004-09-20T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:10:39.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK AT IT...</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt; am back at work now. Not that I am particularly happy about it. I need to make money to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 33rd birthday on September 13th. I took some time off for a vacation. It was nice to get away, but I was busier than I had wanted to be. I wanted to visit my sister in Massachusetts, but my friend Mel needed help with her new business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest dissapointment was my friend AJ not calling me on my birthday. She and I spoke yesterday, and I told her without telling her...I just bragged about the great bag that BB gave me for my birthday. (It is a great bag!) She said that we are going to have lunch together tomorrow...we will see. I really miss seeing her. I wish I could spend more time with her. I work so many hours and she is a stay-at-home mom. I have no qualms with that. I think it is an honorable thing be. I wish I could be a stay-at-home mom. I do want to settle down and have kids. I know that there are people out there who may read this and jaws will drop to their keyboards in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my moments of wanting to settle down...and then...I realize I have already done that and it was such a horrible breakup that I am still afraid to be married again. I truly love the man I am with. I have my moments of which I would love to be alone...others when I can't stand to be without him. (The latter is usually true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109569373622755997?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109569373622755997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109569373622755997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109569373622755997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109569373622755997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/back-at-it.html' title='BACK AT IT...'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109483275075251776</id><published>2004-09-10T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:12:30.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day...</title><content type='html'>...OK... It is only the last day before my vacation.  Hooray!  I wish it was that last day I had to work...ever, but alas, It isn't so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy weekend ahead of me.  Saturday is my friend, Ellen's, birthday party.  She and I share the same birth date...except that she is older than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB and I are doing to the Toy Run on Sunday.  BB's Harley Davidson is at the local garage for a once over.  He recently put 500 miles on the rebuilt engine.  SHOVEL!!!  I wish I had a pic of the bike to post..I will do that soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be "One of those days..."  People are making sure my last day at work for awhile is bad.  AAGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109483275075251776?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109483275075251776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109483275075251776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109483275075251776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109483275075251776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-day.html' title='Last day...'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109431013752111824</id><published>2004-09-04T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T14:38:21.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;"&gt;We went for a motorcycle ride last night. It was my first time on BB's HD in a long time. It was a perfect night. It got a little cool, but I had my leather jacket with me. I think saddle bags are needed. Thankfully we were riding with a friend who rides a converted police bike. He let me put my jacket in one of his bags... We all went to Bugaboo Creek Steakhouse for dinner. It was great! I hadn't had steak in awhile! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some serious grocery shopping tonight. We have so little in the house. I need to restock the freezer too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm in the process of making a list of things that I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109431013752111824?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109431013752111824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109431013752111824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109431013752111824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109431013752111824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109423991599892474</id><published>2004-09-03T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:31:55.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I am working all weekend.  I don't have a day off until Labor Day.  I'm glad to at least have one day off that all my friends and family aren't working.  I'm going to see my parents.  OK...there is a method to my madness...I want my dishwasher!  It is in my parent's garage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I can see my sister and niece and nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just waiting for my vacation!  I need to get out of this place.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO Patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109423991599892474?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109423991599892474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109423991599892474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109423991599892474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109423991599892474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109414727381923088</id><published>2004-09-02T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:47:53.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I have to say that yesterday was one of my worst days at work in awhile.  People were just in bad moods.  Some had sarcasm just dripping.  One particular guy I would have just loved to give him a piece of my mind.  I just wanted to go home and cry!  I am really stressed out.  I didn't make my quota for August and I am really angered about that!  I tried my damdest to get everything and it just didn't go well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking some time off...I can't wait until I am off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109414727381923088?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109414727381923088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109414727381923088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109414727381923088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109414727381923088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109405024667863118</id><published>2004-09-01T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:50:46.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathleen</title><content type='html'>Let's try this again...I had an entire post, and erased it by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My best friend, Katie, called me last night.  I'm so glad she called me, because I had been thinking of her all day.  Amazing how in sync she and I are.  I think we are going to be spending some of Labor Day together.  I hope it is good beach weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She told me that she and her fiancee are in pre-marital counseling.  Good.  I am worried about her.  Apparently he is also seeing a therapist because he has abandonment issues.  Good!  Katie told me that he was a ward of the state until he was 13.  He was passed around from family to family until he was adopted.  Sad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They have set a wedding date.  May 28th.  O.K.  I want to lose some weight before then.  I need to eat healthier anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary MOM and DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109405024667863118?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109405024667863118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109405024667863118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109405024667863118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109405024667863118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/09/kathleen.html' title='Kathleen'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109397108823940234</id><published>2004-08-31T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:51:28.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday....Afternoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It looks like I'm losing my car for the day. My boyfriend called and told me that their work truck just speed out some liquid. Oh well...I don't mind...I have to work until 7 tonight anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;My sister, T, emailed me yesterday to tell me that My niece is starting school on the 2nd. OMG! She is so young! I haven't decided which is worse...K going to school or my oldest niece getting her drivers permit in November... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;I'm wondering what is going to happen on my birthday. I officiated a wedding on my birthday last year. I don't feel as if I had any kind of celebration. I was outside of GSM area last year, so I didn't even get my family's birthday wishes until late that night. BB had to work, so I didn't even get to see him until late that night too. It was my first birthday in which I didn't have a cake. I want to celebrate my birth this year. I realize this sounds really selfish, but I felt really lonely last year. I want to forget about that and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I can't wait until my vacation! I don't even know what I'm going to do. BB has promised a cake. I hope it is yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109397108823940234?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109397108823940234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109397108823940234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109397108823940234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109397108823940234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/08/tuesdayafternoon.html' title='Tuesday....Afternoon...'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109389889041806274</id><published>2004-08-30T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:48:10.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not so basd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So far it has been busier than I thought it was going to be.  I have two new activations today....of course,  I need to have 6 more if I am going to make quota. How am I going to do that?  I may have to buy a prepaid phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109389889041806274?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109389889041806274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109389889041806274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109389889041806274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109389889041806274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/08/not-so-basd.html' title='not so basd.'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109387305448675927</id><published>2004-08-30T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:37:34.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another day at work. There is a new company in town. Well, it really isn't a new company...It is just a new market for them. US Cellular. I worked for them before living in the town I do now. I look back and realize that if I had stayed with them, I could be managing a location. I can't go back and change the decisions I have made in my life. Some of them are good, and others not so good. Going back a step on my thoughts...I think having USCC around has really affected our sales. I really think that it has slowed down locally. Of course, the plans they are offering are not easily matched. The newness will wear off. I am in need of 9 more sales...I don't know if I will make it or not. It isn't looking good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109387305448675927?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109387305448675927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109387305448675927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109387305448675927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109387305448675927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/08/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101192.post-109362896310111421</id><published>2004-08-27T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:51:04.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is a new blog. I have kept one before, but the site closed down. I hope this one lasts...it seems more advanced that the ones in the past. See you soon...BS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101192-109362896310111421?l=rhiannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/feeds/109362896310111421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101192&amp;postID=109362896310111421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109362896310111421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101192/posts/default/109362896310111421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhiannon.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>Persephone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evbpknvlsDQ/Sj42Ie86gGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4Uy87J9Ja8/S220/triquetra1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
