<?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-9429493</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:51:42.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farmers Wife</title><subtitle type='html'>Grew up in a town..moved to a city..now I am in the country.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9429493.post-110573431511680934</id><published>2005-01-14T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:08:43.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't tell Meredith to eat her heart out...</title><content type='html'>Well apparently I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="250" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 42% ASSHOLE/BITCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/2.gif"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/2.gif&lt;/a&gt;" alt="42% ASSHOLE/BITCH" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; the ASSHOLE/BITCH test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then. You see that most people I meet like me... Just had to point that out.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I saw this at &lt;a href="http://www.hipmomma.com"&gt;Hip Momma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9429493-110573431511680934?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110573431511680934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110573431511680934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110573431511680934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110573431511680934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-cant-tell-meredith-to-eat-her-heart.html' title='I can&apos;t tell Meredith to eat her heart out...'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9429493.post-110566204623041871</id><published>2005-01-13T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:20:46.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin BRRRRR!</title><content type='html'>OK so it's freakin cold outside. A whopping -14 degrees that does not include the wind chill factor. That makes it -35 below. This was at 6:00p.m. I am not going to work tomorrow  because it is suppose to be a high of -20 below zero and I should hope that they will close the school. I guess we won't find that out until the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a busy couple of weeks. I mailed out the socks for the exchange last Tuesday. Last Wednesday I had a meeting in Fargo and while I was gone my husband had to bring both the girl and the boy to the Dr. . Girl had a peice of plastic in her eye so the removed that. Boy had Tonsilar Stones?!? I had never heard of it but the Dr. said to pick at them with a toothbrush and that should dislodge it. He apparently coughed it out before I got home so I didn't see it. I guess I found it strange that that's what it was because every year for the last 4 years in January he has gotten Tonsilitis. I wish they would just take the fuckin things out so he doesn't have to go through this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband just informed me that my daughter is upstairs farting.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from a friend a few weeks ago (Hello Mrs. Jensen)  informing me that her and her husband are going on a cruise. I thought it was kinda funny because that is how we met. On a honeymoon cruise to the Bahamas. We had a great time. The one thing I will never ever forget is the pilots wife that was so drunk she was showing titty. I laugh just typing this.&lt;br /&gt;So Mrs. and Mr. Jensen, I hope you had a blast and found another couple to party with. I hope you didn't get the Jamaican bush whackin shit that fucked me up like last time, cause then I'd really have to be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of ours that live north of Denver  booked us (them and us) a condo in Colorado at a place called Copper. I am so excited. I am happy we are finally going there. They have come here to our place quite a few times and we have never been to see there domacile. I guess it helps that they both have family here and come to see them otherwise I don't think the would come out of there way to give us a moment of thier time.hehehe. If your reading this you skinny bitch you know I am just kidding. You hot dog eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kiddies, slip on the booties cuz it's cold out side. Stay warm.&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/9429493-110566204623041871?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110566204623041871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110566204623041871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110566204623041871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110566204623041871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/freakin-brrrrr.html' title='Freakin BRRRRR!'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110451724434280224</id><published>2004-12-31T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:20:44.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmkay...</title><content type='html'> OK , we have Blues Clues on the TV and as soon as I am done I'm turnin the shit off. Any way the guy gets mail and it from "they might be giants" and they sing a song that I swear sounded like...drop your pants.  *blink* Then they said stomp your feet so I am guessing they accually said clap your hands.  Maybe I need to get some husband action very shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note I was looking through the People magazine year end type issue and I saw an ad in there for Sketchers sneakers with Christina Aguilliara (sp??) and ok girl, you have officially turn into a certified pornstar pin up.  She looked way to sluty for this ad. No offense, she may have some music that's worth an earshot but I must.close.my.eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all the socks today for the exchange and forgot to get envelopes but thats ok I will find something. I am stoked. Now if you will all excuse me while I get out of work.&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9429493-110451724434280224?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110451724434280224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110451724434280224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110451724434280224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110451724434280224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/mmmkay.html' title='mmmkay...'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110442596619567390</id><published>2004-12-30T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T08:59:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>So I see that I don't post that much. I hope it doesn't deter anyone from perusing my site to see what I am all about or what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;These last few days have been hectic but not so much that I haven't enjoyed some peace besides.&lt;br /&gt;So I am back to work and its crazy here because of year end crapola, but I will manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've all heard about the terrible Tsunami. I don't want to drag it out any more than it already will be by the media, but I just feel so sorry for the people of all the countries that have to suffer the losses. moment of silence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did all you get from loved ones for Jesuses Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I got money, gift cards, socks (thank you MIL) and a hot damn cappacino (sp?)  machine.&lt;br /&gt;My son got me a cd holder for my car that I needed, and my daughter got me slippers. Apperently the ones I had were to nasty for them to stand and more with all the wood stain spots.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how christmas turned out to be a big holiday of gift giving and recieving for the birth of someone else..&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday I hope you will all remember and buy yourselves something. pshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, my girl was sick on Monday, now my son is sick I hope to god I don't get it. I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the sock exchange. I already have one pair bought and set aside for the lucky person I will be mailing too. or maybe I will keep them for myself and buy other ones.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you all had a great Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and drive safe!!&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/9429493-110442596619567390?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110442596619567390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110442596619567390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110442596619567390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110442596619567390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110364884366895108</id><published>2004-12-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:07:23.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bite the mailman</title><content type='html'>So much to say, so much to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, its colder than a witches left tit in a brass bra. The high temp for today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; (as in ZERO).&lt;br /&gt; I got some things dilevered from the ups guy, which means my christmas shopping is done. Thank god for that. Now I just have to finish my wrapping, which isn't much because I have been doing a litlle here and there and that has totally helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughters birthday party was great. I had a simple family get together at our home and had just enough chips, veggies, dip, and my spinach dip, cake and ice cream, to make everyone happy. The bonus was that thier was no left overs. hoo ha. oh and everyone also got along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the next week off of work. I know that when its Monday I will be sooo ready to come back just so I can get out of the house and away from the children, and the husband. especially when they bicker all the time and my 2 year old turns into a 5 year old and my 12 year old turns into a 6 year old. Comon, wtf??&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I dearly love my husband and children but we all need  a break or some space every now and then, right. Please tell me I am not bad for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother rolled his car into a ditch a few weeks ago, and now has to use his girlfriend gas guzzling SUV and get this. She brings him to work, goes back to town, then goes to pick him up. The catch you ask? well he works out at the Uncles farm which is a 20 mile drive for my brother. So they are driving an extra 40 mile per day.  Well if your wondering why I am so concerned, I always have to here about  "I can't afford this and I can't pay for that, and they shut off my Heat, blah blah blah". I am sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just love these Combos Chedder Cheese crackers. mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I batter get back to work. Have a great Holiday.&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/9429493-110364884366895108?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110364884366895108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110364884366895108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110364884366895108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110364884366895108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/dont-bite-mailman.html' title='Don&apos;t bite the mailman'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9429493.post-110322050932548789</id><published>2004-12-16T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:08:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does time go?</title><content type='html'>Well today is my daughters birthday. She is now officially 2. FYI whoever said "made up" the terrible two thing called it all wrong. I think they should just call it terrible baby syndrome. That way you can just say to a passerby in the store whilst they scream, oh, she just has TBS.&lt;br /&gt;She actually is a good girl that knows she is naughty. Your typical write on the walls when no one is looking and throw the pencil or pen when you come up the stairs and ask "what are you doing?" and then say slyly...naughty.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a girl that is pregnant the other day and reminised a little about how she was as a baby. She was a good sleeper off the bat, as was my son. She had a great case of colic  from the time she was about 3 weeks old that lasted for about a month and half. Thank god for the husband or I thinkI would have lost my marbles.&lt;br /&gt;She was born with dark hair and was quite ugly when I first saw her. She almost resembled ET. The one thing I did notice was that she had her daddys chin.&lt;br /&gt;The time has just flew by and she has grown into such a healthy, smart, strong little girl. I can't believe how well she talks either. Clear as day you can understand when she whines..."Watch Beauty Beast Mama!" And my Lord this girl has NO FEAR! She wouldn't think twice about jumping down the flight of stairs or from the side table onto the couch wether your sitting their or not. guts, pure guts.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to call her mine. Even when her hair looks like she stuck her finger in the socket, which is often.&lt;br /&gt;My Rehanna Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Miss Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will you please let me brush your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9429493-110322050932548789?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110322050932548789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110322050932548789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110322050932548789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110322050932548789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does time go?'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110295547036052867</id><published>2004-12-13T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T08:31:10.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort and Joy</title><content type='html'>I signed up for the sock exchage threw &lt;a href="http://www.hipmomma.com"&gt;HipMommas'&lt;/a&gt;. I am so excited to get me (and others) some new socks because its so freaking cold here and husband has yet to put the additional heat register in the south part of the kitchen.  My "100 things" that's not finished and unpublished, my #11 was that I own many pair of funny socks.  My most funny are a pair that have all different shoes on them and they are a dark brownish. They match nothing I have as far as outfits or clothes go but I wear them frequently. I also Have a pair of SpongeBob socks but they may have to take a dirt nap cuz I'm getting holes in the soles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am such a dork, and not the good kind, that I have no idea how to put up buttons and list links. If there is anyone out there willing to teach an semi old dog a new trick I would be much obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Y'all&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/9429493-110295547036052867?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110295547036052867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110295547036052867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110295547036052867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110295547036052867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/comfort-and-joy.html' title='Comfort and Joy'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110260746844181816</id><published>2004-12-09T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T07:51:08.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donners a jackass</title><content type='html'>OK so I didn't finish watching the whole thing but yesterday my daughter was watching Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, you know that clay funk 1965 one. My MIL bought it for her on vhs. So I started watching it with and for as many times as I have seen it as a child I never before realized how debauched it was.&lt;br /&gt; First of all I didn't remember that Donner was Rudolphs dad. Interesting factiod. Second, they sure did try everything to hide his 'glowing atrocity". Thirdly, all that stupid elf wanted to do is be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A DENTIST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it any more. Thank god the little girl fell asleep before I had to endure any more ignorance from Elfmasters and "deer parents".  Come to think of it Santa was kindofa jackass to, slumping in his throne and covering his face when the elves were singing. What gives??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo...We went shopping last night, without the assistance of little miss thing. I found alot of nice little gift stuffs. This year we are doing very little gift giving and a lot of Gift Card giving. I thinks its a lot better than getting your brother a pair of flannel pants and his girlfriend ends up wearing them. that would just piss me off. Which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;  One time My husband and I went to Vegas to see a NASCAR race and we bought my brother a Jeff Gordan jacket and I think his fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EX-GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; ended up with it!??! And she is a crackhead...I swear when I give him a gift next time I'm am going to tell both him and his new girlfriend that if they do ever break up any gift I give to  him or "them"  is staying with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we here have had a busy week. Tonight we go to Aunts birthday party at The Wilkin. Free meal for us. mmmm I think I'm gonna order their Rueben, they have good ones there. Hell I may change my mind too.&lt;br /&gt;nahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9429493-110260746844181816?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110260746844181816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110260746844181816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110260746844181816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110260746844181816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/donners-jackass.html' title='Donners a jackass'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110235845232993811</id><published>2004-12-06T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T10:40:52.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the lane, snow is glistening</title><content type='html'>It's snowing. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how beautiful it is when it snows. It's just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Its also just a bitch to drive in.&lt;br /&gt;I have to commute to work, well anywhere I go really, and its flat here. It's so freakin flat that on a good day I can see a grain elevator 8 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;My point is that when its flat and snows and then the wind blows the roads become pretty close to ice rinks and visibilty can dwindle to only being able to see a, oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least tonight when we go to our sons Christmas program my husband can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can listen to Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9429493-110235845232993811?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110235845232993811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110235845232993811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110235845232993811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110235845232993811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-lane-snow-is-glistening.html' title='In the lane, snow is glistening'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110209628194562830</id><published>2004-12-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T09:51:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more info...Please</title><content type='html'>OK, so I get to work this morning and I find a post it note on my desk that instructs me to line up meetings with clients in another state...OK no problem, but, When? What day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the sam hell am I suppose to know that you don't have to bring your daughter dance class on a certain day? With my luck, thats the day I will pick.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am such a model employee that he will appreciate what ever I can come up with. I am that good.    well maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it odd that there is little snow on the ground here. The last few years have produced many inches of that white crap by now. Harder to bring in Christmas with no snow, its hard believe that when I was "younger" and there was no snow to speak of in the "city" i grew up in and was able to be a festive chap waiting for santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the you shit head fat man...I want something good this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this over at &lt;a href="http://www.pixelsphinx.com/"&gt;DirtyMartinis&lt;/a&gt; and thought I would devulge you with some useless info about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name the last four things you bought?&lt;br /&gt;    A birthday card&lt;br /&gt;    smokes&lt;br /&gt;    groceries&lt;br /&gt;    fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Name four drinks you drink regularly?&lt;br /&gt;    coffee-black&lt;br /&gt;    Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;    water&lt;br /&gt;    Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;    it was a about aweek and 1/2 before Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Whats in your CD Player?&lt;br /&gt;    I think Dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Whats under you bed?&lt;br /&gt;    Lint and I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)When did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;    Alarm went off at 6:20 but I didn't get up till 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Current Hair?&lt;br /&gt;    Dark curly and in a ponytail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Current clothes?&lt;br /&gt;    Jeans and dark green Fleece sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Current desktop pic?&lt;br /&gt;    I think its peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;    No worrys mate..except, this rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Current Hate?&lt;br /&gt;    I hate having cold feet and or cold hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;    Any place with sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Least favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;    In a crowded Wal Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)If you could play an Instrument?&lt;br /&gt;    I would be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;    I am not prejudice I like many colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;    5' 61/2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Favorite expression?&lt;br /&gt;    Thats naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)One person from your past you wish you could talk to?&lt;br /&gt;    Dana Hill, I guess I don't know if thats still her last or not. Or Kelly Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Favorite day(s)?&lt;br /&gt;    Thursday, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;    CO to see our friends the Davids'&lt;br /&gt;    Vegas Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Where do you want to live when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;    Well I already live where I am married so this question is N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Favorite Food?&lt;br /&gt;    I really like Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Color of most clothes you own?&lt;br /&gt;    Blues, pinks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Number of pillows you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;    1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)What doyou wear when you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;    either my night shirt or the t shirt I was wearing if its not dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;    Checking the inside of eyelids for cracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)How old will you be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;    I will be 39. wow that felt wierd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What will you be doing in ten years?&lt;br /&gt;    Paying for my sons college hopefully, maybe I will go be a teachers assistant, nah, I don't want to listen to other peoples children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Do you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;    Nope, never have. but I thinkI have nice teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;    Depends on what I'm smokin. No really I'm typically not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;    I have burnt a few times but I typically tan. When I was younger (like 5) my cousins used to call me nigger baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)What is the brand of your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;     I have no Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)First piercing or tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;    My ears were pierced when I was 5 I had many more ear peircings in my early teens I had       my nipples done in my late teens (big mistake for me) and my first tattoo at 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) First enemy?&lt;br /&gt;    Rachel Griffin I think. She stabbed me in the back with a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)Last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;    I yelled at  my son...bad mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)Last crush?&lt;br /&gt;    Jeff Probst, the Survivor guy. But I am mad at him for selling his dads car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;    banana and a granola bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)Last time you had sex was?&lt;br /&gt;    Sorry, but its time for me to go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar bingo tonight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9429493-110209628194562830?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110209628194562830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110209628194562830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110209628194562830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110209628194562830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-more-infoplease.html' title='A little more info...Please'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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-9429493.post-110200922476868619</id><published>2004-12-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T09:05:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New but not improved</title><content type='html'> Welcome to my blog. This is all new for me, something I have never done before. Like a new frontier. ooo I am so excited I could just do a jig. I question myself on actually doing this, like: Where should I start? What should I say? What kinda freaks are gonna get me? aaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will let you know a little about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 29, mother of a 13 year old and 2 year old&lt;br /&gt;I have been with my husband for almost 10 years, 4 of those years married&lt;br /&gt;My husband farms grain and sugar beets and I work on a farm (not my husbands) as a "bookkeeper/secretary/pick up your shit and remind you that you have a meeting"&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble with my hair&lt;br /&gt;I love reading blogs espeshally(i know i spelt it wong) FUNNY ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, i know I will think of more as time goes by, and I would be happy to answer any, some, questions that any one may have.&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/9429493-110200922476868619?l=citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110200922476868619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9429493&amp;postID=110200922476868619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110200922476868619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9429493/posts/default/110200922476868619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citygirltocountrygirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-but-not-improved.html' title='New but not improved'/><author><name>amy jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14504536394649423047</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></feed>
