<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795</id><updated>2009-02-20T16:28:19.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CariBear's Forest Of Feelings</title><subtitle type='html'>21 year old girl, who thinks she is a CareBear!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-91046263</id><published>2003-03-19T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T23:46:56.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-91046263?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/91046263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/91046263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91046263' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-88835559</id><published>2003-02-09T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T21:49:59.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once I have something to tell you all. I was in an accident tonight. Yeah, you heard me right. My poor car has a big ol scratch mark and dent in her drivers side. Warren and I were comming home from dinner when this younge girl pulled out of the Sonic parking lot. Not paying attention she pulled into the far right hand line where we were driving and hit on Warren's side. Scared the piss out of me, almost litterally. I had to pee so bad. SO we pull over and the girl starts to cry. " Oh, my Mom and Dad are going to kill me. " Blah blah blah! God damn cock sucking piece of shit. My car is damaged. We told her we had to call the cops to file a report, she didn't want to but we did. The cop gets there takes the report and sends us on our way. The damn drivers side door won't hardly open now and both doors on that side are going to have to be replaced. It is going to cost a good 3 grand to have it fixed. I hope to hell the girl has insurance. They do things weird here you don't take their info the cop does and three days later they send you something of the report to turn into the insurance company. When the damn little bitch hit my car I hit the back of the seat pretty hard and it kinda hurt at first but I didn't think it was anything. Now my neck and right arm are hurting like a bitch and I think I might have pinched something. I told Warren when they hit us my neck kinda hurt but I thought that it was just cause I hit the seat, now I come to find out I should have told the cop and they should have called an ambulence to look at me. I guess if it doesn't get any better by tomorrow night I will make an appointment for Tuesday. There went any spare money I had. Considering I don't have insurance and to go to the emergency will cost a good 100.00 or more. Yippie can't wait to be dirt poor again with no damn money. Well one thing is good this pay check was a little more then normal it went to our splurge for the month, FOOD! Yeah I know selfish me wanting to eat and all. Anyways, that was my interesting night. I am going to go and take some tylenol. I have the phone company tio argue with and the damn credit card place. You know the fun stuff of being an adult. I WANT TO MOVE TO COLORADO ALREADY, GOD DAMN PIECE OF SHIT. I GUESS I BETTER START LOOKING FOR A JOB IN GREELEY.Ok well night night all. Gomer or Mom whomever gets this first, call me when you can. I work from 3 till close on Monday tomorrow. 9 till 2 on Tuesday and Wednsday. Off on Thursday. Then 2 till close on Friday and 1 till close on Saturday. Love you guys bunches.&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-88835559?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/88835559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/88835559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88835559' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-87883939</id><published>2003-01-22T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T21:36:59.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever. I just never ever seem to have anything to say anymore. I know my life is boring and what can I say thats just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Gomer tonight and for some reason talking to her always makes me feel so much better. Then I get online and I just got done reading her blog, for some reason reading hers makes me feel somewhat better. It is like I am not the only one in the world that has problems. I know that she has a lot to deal with here lately and that she is dealing with it alone. Kinda like what I am going through. I never ever realized how much I depended on her when I lived at home. She was like my out let to everything that was going wrong and to everything that was going right. She is my walking diary. As crazy as it sounds it is true. I think that there is not one day in my life that she doesn't have some kinda memory of. I think I have the same for her. I can remember almost every convo we have ever shared. Most of our convos took place on the edge of my bed or in her room. I guess I took a lot of things for granted when I lived at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lately more and more I am realizing what makes me in happy in life and what things I can do without. I know that when I am home I am happy. But when I am here I am sad. I know that when I am just in Greeley I am happy. Being here I have grown up a lot and I have realized a lot about myself. I have had come face to face with myself on a daily basis and sometimes I don't always like what I see. I working hard at trying to change that.  am not just talking about the outside either. I am talking about the inside. I realized how shallow I can be and how much of a push over I can be. I know that since moving here I have become a stronger person and come to realize who my real friends are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is more then likely no sence and is just rambling but these are things that I have needed to get off my chest. Things that I have been thinking about for a while and just haven't had the heart to say. Here the last week or so lots has been going on with my life and it has been really hard for me to deal with. I have had money problems, relationship problems and life problems all in one. I have had a lot on my plate and have found it really hard to swallow it all. I have been doubting getting married and whether or not what I have found if true love. I have come to the conclusion that once I move back to Greeley things will be much better. I need to get out of this damn town and go back to my smelly cow town. As crazy as it sounds I miss the smell. I miss the way it smells when it is warm outside, like a combination or wild flowers and corn plants. I know that sounds just awful but it is the smell of home. Or the way my Mom smells when she puts on too much perfume. Or how Grampa smells of old spice and tabacco. Stupid things like that I miss so much. Or even going into Lisa's room first thing in the morning and jumping on her bed to make her wake up. Or just going into her room and asking her whats shes doing. Even though I know ten times out of ten it's nothing. Just bugging her was always fun. I know now I am just rambling and I better be getting to bed. MUAH!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-87883939?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/87883939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/87883939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87883939' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-86382273</id><published>2002-12-21T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T19:39:44.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so much I should be doing right now aside from blogging. I talked to Mom and Lisa today, I can't wait to see them. I have to pack everything and start getting the house cleaned up. While we are away in Colorado we are getting new furniture moved in and a new heater installed. We are going to come home to a brand new house pretty much. I am want so badly to be home right now. I have been trying to convince Warren all day to leave a day early but he won't let me. He is being a bad boyfriend and making me go to work on Monday. :o( Oh well I guess it will be soon enough that I will be home. YIPPIE!!! I am so way excited. I can't say it enough. Ok off to do some house work. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-86382273?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/86382273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/86382273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86382273' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-86350469</id><published>2002-12-20T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T21:32:59.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets see 2 days and I will be back in good ol' smelly cow town Greeley Colorado. I am so excited I think that I might pee a little. Huh Lisa? But yeah. I went to work today and it was boring as all get out. I think I did nothing for 6 out of the 7 hours I was there. I need to find a new job. I need more money. I want to move back to Greeley. But yeah. Anways, I have been getting ready to go and have kinda started packing. I know everything I have to take and let me tell you it is a lot of presents. Most of which are for Gomer. But she is the only sister I have so of course her ass is going to be spoiled rotten. I guess it is only fair since Warren spoils the hell out of me. Even though sometimes I don't deserve it. I know that once we get back from vacation we are going to exchange gifts with one another. He needs a new gun holster for work I want a diamond tennis bracelet. But we have to wait until we get back. I want to just drop everything and drive to Colorado right now. But Warren has to drive with me. My sence of direction sucks ass. Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you. He is working killer hours this weekend and I am hating it. I have to sleep alone. :o( But anyways, I must go now and get some sleep. I have to get up when Warren gets home from work. Then he gets to sleep all day and do it all over again. Ok night night all. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-86350469?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/86350469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/86350469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86350469' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-86144954</id><published>2002-12-16T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T19:01:21.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK 6 days and I will be home. Lets just hope that the weather stays nice for my loverly drive. I can't wait, I am like a little kid the night before the first day of school. I can't sleep at night and when I fall asleep I wake up every hour to see what time it is. Yes I know I am a huge GOMER!! Like &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa"&gt;someone &lt;/a&gt;I know. Ok well not much else to talk about. Night night all. See why I never blog my life is boring. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-86144954?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/86144954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/86144954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86144954' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-85712597</id><published>2002-12-08T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T21:25:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting so excited about going home for Christmas you have no idea. Vi is finally talking to us which is a good thing, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my Christmas tree up but all I got on are the lights. And wouldn't you know it. I get all the damn lights up and one set blinks. Well crap. I am way to tired and what not to take them all down to find the one darn bulb that blinks. I guess it gives me something to do tomorrow. Lets see other things on my list of things to do tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Clean Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Put bulbs on tree&lt;br /&gt;Return some things I bought that aren't going to work&lt;br /&gt;Get some material to make Charlie a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Buy some Sharpies&lt;br /&gt;Clean living room up from all the wrapping I did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else happened to me today. I talked to Mom, Gramma and Mike on the phone today. I haven't talked to Mike in I don't know how long. As I was getting out of the shower today he called. At first I didn't know who it was, then I realized. I was so suprised. It turns out that he gets to Colorado for Christmas the same time I leave. Well shit. If I could only stay one more week. I would love to see him again. I think it has been a good 2 years since I seen him last. Talk about a long time. Well for me anyways. It is so damn hot in my apartment right now. We had the heater turned on and shit is it hot. The damn thing I think is so darn old that the knob thing doesn't even work. I guess that is what I get for moving into an old apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything to be able to move back to Colorado. I want to be able to go over to my Gramma's whenever I want. And be able to call my Mom whenever I want. Kinda like how it is now but better. Ok well I think I am heading off to bed. Night Night all. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-85712597?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85712597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85712597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85712597' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-85520836</id><published>2002-12-04T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T20:36:53.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it has been a few days and I finally got a little bit of Christmas shopping done. Yes my cheap ass got some shit done for once. I am so looking forward to comming home. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Warren's Mom pisses me off though. Warren calls and tells her that he is going to be with me and go to Colorado with me this Christmas. She fucking flips out talking about how it would be different if we were married. I don't think it makes any fucking difference. Married or not, its a damn piece of paper. I want Warren to get  achance to get to know my family better. And hell this will be the first time in like 10 years where everyone will be together. Hell Warren has only met 4 people in my family. But her stupid ass doesn't see it that way. All is fucking worried about is how much money we are going to spending and that Warren is not going to be there with his family. Well hell Warren is part of my family now. My parents want to get to know him, and I want him to get to know my grandparents he hasn't gotten a chance to meet yet. I want to wake up Christmas morning and see Warren's face next to mine. I love him so much and I want more then anything to be with him. Ok I am mad now. Well I was really mad the other night. I thought that I was going to kill someone. I kinda felt like &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa/"&gt;Gomer&lt;/a&gt; did the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to be home so bad it is not even funny. I just wish it was Warren and I moving home for good. You know never turning back kinda thing. Starting our lives where they should be. Starting off happy and making our own decsions. You know what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in other news starting next week I am going to start in Fabrics. Yeah you heard me right I am going to be asking fun filled questions like... " How much would you like? " and award winners like... " Is there anything else that I can get for you? " Yep it is going to fun filled days, just me and my fabric. The bad thing is I work from like 2 till closing. Which means less time spent with Warren. :o( That makes me sad. He leaves early in the morning and I leave late in the afternoon. That is the only thing that is going to really suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about me I better be going. I have to get some sleep. I don't work tomorrow and guess what I am doing all day long? Yeah you got it. Getting my much needed sleep. Bye bye and miss you and love you. You know how you are! MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-85520836?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85520836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85520836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85520836' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-85235624</id><published>2002-11-28T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T18:52:05.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Turkey Day!!! I went and did the normal thing like eat dinner and what not. It was fun but full of stress. It is like no one is Warren's family knows how to watch there kids. I think I said the word "No" a million and a half times today. "No get down from there." "No don't do that." WATCH YOUR DAMN KIDS PEOPLE!! IT IS NOT THAT DAMN HARD!! I swear if and when I one day have kids I am not going to be like that. Pawn my kids off onto people and let them take care of them. I am going to be the one that raises my kids and not have my kids refer to Gramma and Mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call my Dad today but work wasn't open. So I tryed calling his house. I talked to him for about 5 minutes and then he told me he had to go. It was like he didn't want to make the time for me. Or just didn't want to talk to me. I swear one of these days I am just going to give up. You know I can look at other people and say " wish I had that kind of relationship with my father." But then again if I did would I be the same person that I am? Or would I be like Warren's sister? " Daddy!" "Daddy can I get this?" ( and then bats eyes ) I don't know it makes me sick to see people like that, like it is some kind of wrong but yet I wish it was me. I don't know maybe it is just me. I mean I have a Mom that loves me more then life itself and Grandparents that I know would do anything for me. But yet somehow I feel like there should be something else in my life and someone else should be included. I guess it is just jealousy at everyone else that actually has relationships with there fathers. I guess I should just give up but you know I would like my one day family to know where they came from and where I came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't even know anything about my Dad's side of the family I know Gramma Horn, Aunt Suzie, and Cousin Billy. But that is pretty much it. Gramma Horn isn't doing all that well and I would love to see her one more tiem before she dies. You know I blame myself sometimes for not having a good relationship with her but she has never really tried either. Then there is Aunt Suzie who ahs been married I don't know how many times. Then there is Cousin Billy, Aunt Suzie's son. He has been in and out of jail I don't know how many times and has had just as many kids, with different women, that Aunt Suzie has been married. My family at least on one side is fucked up. I hate to say it but it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well better get going. Hope everyone had a great Turkey Day. I know mine was nice. Wish like no other I could have been home though. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-85235624?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85235624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85235624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85235624' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-85085702</id><published>2002-11-25T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T18:23:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a long ass day for me. It seems like I got nothing done but yet I got a lot done. I went over and watched lil Austin for about 3 hours and let me tell you a 2 year old will wear you out. Then I went to the store to get the yams to make for Thanks Giving. Oh and by the way today and tomorrow are my Gramma and Grampa's Birthdays. I so wish I was home. I would love more then anything to give them a hug and kiss. I can't wait to be home for Christmas. I am getting so excited. The only bad thing is it is going to be at my Aunt's this year. She has a dinky ass house and to top it all off the other Grandparents are going to be there. It seems like Gramma Kaye never has anything nice to say. I am not looking forward to that. And I was really hoping that my Mom would be making dinner. She is such a good cook. I guess it just doesn't seem like Christmas if Mom is cooking. I dunno I guess I am just missing everything about home. Like the way you wake up early on Christmas morning to see what is in your stocking. Or how it smells with the turkey cooking early in the morning. I love that smell. Oh and then when everyone wakes up you wait for Gramma and Grampa to come over and then we all open presents. That was alway the best. I guess it is just going to have to be different this year without Gramma and Grampa there. I was hoping that it would be like it always was and Warren would get to see what my family is like on Christmas. I guess that is just going to have to wait for another year. I haven't been able to get into the Christmas mood this year. It seems like there is too much else to be thinking about and too much else to be spending money on. I mean don't get me wrong I love buying Christmas gifts and wathcing people's faces as they open them. I think that is the greatest part. I always in some way shape or form always wish that there was more I could do for people. Like I am not doing enough. I dunno maybe it is just me. I am counting down to come home. I just wish that I could stay longer. It is going to be weird without Mindy and Markie there this year. I think this will be the first year in a long time that we haven't been able to spend the day together. I don't have much more else to talk about. I will think of more later. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-85085702?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85085702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/85085702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85085702' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-84954547</id><published>2002-11-22T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T19:31:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy am I tired, like crazy tired. I worked from 9 till 5 and didn't sleep very well last night. I am sick and have been running a fever. I turn like all red and stuff, looks like I am blushing. I came home and went to bed. Warren is at the gym and I should have gone with him. I need to go but I feel like crap. I have to kick my butt into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I drove my car to work today. It felt so weird drving it. I haven't in about 2 weeks. I love my car. I think I am going to make Warren drive the other car from now on. Mine is just too cute not to have me drving it. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways better get going. MUAH!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-84954547?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/84954547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/84954547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84954547' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-84846939</id><published>2002-11-20T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T18:19:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I blogged about anything. I haven't had a whole lot to talk about. Lets see what has happened to me in the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone was shut off. Damn phone company doesn't know what the hell they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;Working like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Getting the yuckie car tagged and plated. &lt;br /&gt;House work.&lt;br /&gt;Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone with Gomer.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Taking Nyquil.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to buy Christmas gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it. I have got a lot of my Christmas shopping done. Well a good majority of it. I am making a lot of gifts this year. I really can't afford to do otherwise. I am missing home like crazy and can't wait to get back to Colorado for Christmas. The way &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa"&gt;Gomer&lt;/a&gt; talks everyone is going to be there. Like Charlie's parents and everything. The only bad thing is that Gramma and Grampa aren't going to be there. I was really hoping they would be. I miss them so much and I can't wait to see them again. I miss my cute Grampa and Gramma. I so want to be like them when I get older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have been thinking a lot about is getting married. The more I think about it the more I want to and the more I don't. I mean I love Warren and would do anything for him, but on the other hand I don't kow if I am ready to be tied down for the rest of my life. I guess I am just going to have to think more about it. Warren really doesn't care either way what happens. Lets see what else can I talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can think of right now. I will talk to you all laters. MUAH!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-84846939?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/84846939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/84846939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84846939' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-83982393</id><published>2002-11-03T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T18:20:21.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. Sad though. Today is my Mom's Birthday. Still 29. Damn looks good for her age too. So lets she would have been like 8 when she had me. Is that possible? Hmmm. I guess anything is now a days. I miss her so much and I can't wait until I can see her in Decemeber. So anyways, Happy Birthday Mom!!! I love you bunches. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-83982393?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83982393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83982393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83982393' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-83908914</id><published>2002-11-01T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T22:00:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to my interview today and they told me they will take me whenever I am ready. Which is cool. I have another interview on Wednsday and they pay more. So I am going to wait and see what they have to say. I would be working for the Disney Store taking telephone orders, which I think would be really cool. Plus on top of that I get a 35% discount. I mean can't beat that right? I am just so excited right now I can't even begin to tell you. I need money so bad right now its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else can I share? Oh, well Warren's sister got a new car and got raked over the coals for it. Or at least I think. She traded in a car that would have been payed off in a year. I mean how dumb was that? I would have kept it, then no more payments and more money in the pocket. But she went and bought a Jeep Liberty. It is pretty and all but not something that I would buy. Looks too much like the Jeep that Warren had when I met him. Plus it is real small on the inside. I didn't like that about it. The color is real cool it is like Adlantic Blue or something like that but never the less I think she got ripped off. Payed to much. It is this thing that is pretty much like a lease, it is hard to explain but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um what else is new? Oh I might be cleaning Warren's aunt Lou's house for some extra cash which wouldn't be bad. I don't think that I have much more to say. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa"&gt;Gomer &lt;/a&gt;is the shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-83908914?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83908914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83908914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83908914' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-83860443</id><published>2002-10-31T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T21:13:26.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that I haven't blogged for a while but I haven't really done much of anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interveiw tomorrow so cross your fingers for me and hope I get it. I am so broke right now its not even funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on losing weight but I haven't seen any results yet, I guess it just takes time. I just want that time to be now. I want things to just happen now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas and then I will be home. I think Warren is going to come to Colorado for Chirstmas this year it would be our first one together. The last two years we have been apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to all! I handed out candy to the few trick or treaters we had but that wasn't too many. It was just way to cold out, I think it was like 37 or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone and home and I hope that &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net"&gt;Mindel &lt;/a&gt;is having fun in Texas. Miss you Mindel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get to bed and I will try and blog more, I have lots on my mind but it will just have to wait until I have time. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-83860443?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83860443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83860443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83860443' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-83860260</id><published>2002-10-31T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T21:07:27.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This was on &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa"&gt;Gomer's &lt;/a&gt;site so I thought that I would do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series one - as usual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Cari&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthdate: June 30th 1981&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Orange County, California&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: Kansas City, Kansas&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;-- Innie or Outtie: Innie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series two - describe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: Same ol' white shoes I always wear&lt;br /&gt;-- Your hair: Long and in a pony tail, like always&lt;br /&gt;-- Your eyes: inset&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness?: Chocolate, and big soft cuddly men&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: dying alone, spiders, snakes, people not ever knowing how I truely feel about them&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: Canadian bacon and olives&lt;br /&gt;-- One thing you'd like to achieve: One day having my own house and kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series three - what is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase on aim: gomer&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: " Do I really have to get up? "&lt;br /&gt;-- The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: Lips, Hair and Nails&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: Whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;-- Your greatest fear: Losing someone close to me&lt;br /&gt;-- Your greatest accomplishment: Reccognition &lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: Lisa, and car dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series four - you prefer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or coke: DR. PEPPER!&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;-- Boxers or briefs: panties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series five - do you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: Hell No, What the fuck do I look like?&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing well: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: Of course&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): Not as many as I used to&lt;br /&gt;-- who are they: famous people, Brendan Fraser baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: Yes, I want to finish&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: It was ok&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: Yeah &lt;br /&gt;-- Type with your fingers on the right keys: Kinda&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: Not always&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: Sometimes in cars, when I don't drive&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: Not so much anymore&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: Heck No, should be though&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: One of them&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: Kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series six - in the past month, did/have you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke(d): Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Have Sex: No Comment&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Go on a date: Yeppers&lt;br /&gt;-- Go to the mall?: Yeppers&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;-- Been in love: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series seven - have you ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing?: Never&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": No&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, did you get caught: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: Oh hasen't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series eight - the future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: Before 30&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: 2, Abigayle Marie, and Spencer Ashley&lt;br /&gt;-- Descibe your Dream Wedding: Outside with lots of pink and white roses&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: Happy&lt;br /&gt;-- Where you want to go to college: Went and didn't finish&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Dunno yet, Lisa's make up artist hehe!&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series nine - opposite sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair?: Short&lt;br /&gt;-- Best height: Taller than me&lt;br /&gt;-- Best weight: Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: Sexy shirts, but chest to match is nice&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: Movies&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first kiss location: Outside under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;// series ten - number of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girls I have kissed in my life: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girls you have made out with: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girlfriends you've had: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of boys I have kissed: 8&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of boys you have made out with: 4&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of boyfriends you've had: 1 that mattered&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of drugs taken illegally: 1&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 4&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that I own: 200+&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: None, I am extra hole free&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: 1&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: 9&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: A Lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-83860260?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83860260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/83860260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83860260' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82907921</id><published>2002-10-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T21:00:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You gomer, thanks though for whatever it is you fixed. I haven't done a lot of anything here lately. I did however today get some job applications. I need to start making money. I am broker then I don't know what. I am tired now and I have to get some sleep, lunch tomorrow with the family. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82907921?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82907921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82907921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82907921' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82816931</id><published>2002-10-10T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T17:10:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa" target="_blank"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;.  I fixed something on the site.  MUWAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82816931?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82816931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82816931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82816931' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82724405</id><published>2002-10-08T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T21:23:00.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah I love you Gomer!!! I will call you tomorrow when you get home from school, like 8ish your time. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82724405?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82724405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82724405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82724405' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82724370</id><published>2002-10-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T21:22:08.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cleaned most of the day today the place is looking good now. I am tired and have lots to do tomorrow though. I have to go and talk to the people at Target tomorrow and see what they have to say and then I am going to go to a few other places and see if I can get some applications. I need to make some money, I am broke. I hate not having money. I think I might go rob a bank, i wish it was that easy. I think I am going to head off to bed I have lots to do in the morning like wake up and all. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82724370?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82724370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82724370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82724370' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82618631</id><published>2002-10-06T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T19:55:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had fun today, I woke up early or somewhat anyways and went to eat lunch with everyone after church. Then after that I went to JC Penny's outlet with Vi. They had a lot of cute stuff but nothing that said buy me. Then after that I went back to Vi's and Steph and I left to go to PayLess Shoes. We went there and ended up going to Wal-Mart, K Mart, Target, and the Dollar Store. I found some cute X Mas cards at the dollar store. I didn't find much of anything else. After that we went back to Steph's house and she made some yummy Mac and Cheese and we watched Little Rascles. It was fun. Then I came home and got on the computer and talked to my Mom for a little bit. I miss her and everyone else there bunches. Mom the most though. I think I am going to get off and go to bed now. Warren should be home soon from work, so night night all. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82618631?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82618631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82618631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82618631' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82583832</id><published>2002-10-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T22:41:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok Gomer I am updating my site just for you. I am happy to hear that Markie is back I just wish that I was there to see her. I went and saw Sweet Home Alabama tonight. OMG! It is great a must see. Then Stephanie came over here and we watched Care Bears the Movie. It is great have to love them Care Bears! But yeah that is about all that I did today. Warren went to Wrestling and had a fun time. I think that is it. I need to sometime go and buy calling cards. Love my &lt;a href="http://www.5ilver.net/lisa"&gt;Gomer! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82583832?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82583832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82583832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82583832' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82498611</id><published>2002-10-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T20:21:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't do much of anything today except sleep in and get up late. Went over to Vi's house and did nothing there. Talked to Stephanie about some things that are going on with her at work and what not and thats about it. I am now sitting at home talking to somefriends online hoping that Gomer will get on. By the way Gomer, good job on your speech. Did you think about everyone naked? It never worked for me but you never know it might work for you. My problem was there were always hot guys in my class and thinking about them nakes made me turn more red. Well I think I am going to go and play on the net until Warren gets home. MUAH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82498611?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82498611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82498611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82498611' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82447490</id><published>2002-10-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T19:42:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did a bunch of nothing today. I saw Tina's new baby and man is she the sweetest thing ever. I went and got some job applications today. I am hoping I will get a job soon. I haven't done a bunch of anything. Warren is going tog o to wrestling this weekend with his brother and his brothers friend. I think Stephanie and I might go see the movie Sweet Home Alabama. It looks good and I love Reece Witherspoon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82447490?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82447490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82447490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82447490' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3635795.post-82341572</id><published>2002-09-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T18:35:48.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it to Kansas in one piece and man was I tired I drove for what seemed like forever and then finally got here after dark. I still haven't unpacked everything. I had to clean and what not to make room for all of my stuff. I am still cleaning actually. But you know how boys are. Dirty. It is going to weird getting adjusted to things again and getting back into the swing of things. Getting used to people again. I think we might be getting another car so we have two to get back and forth to work in. Warren would take the other one and I would take my pretty one. It is his cousins and they are buying a new car and said that they would sell it to us for not all the much. Like 250 or something. But then it would just kinda make things easier. I don't know what we are going to do yet but we will have to wait and see. I am missing everyone at home like crazy but I guess I kinda knew that would happen. I think I am going to go and do more cleaning. I have lots to do before Warren gets home. MUAH! I love you Mom! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3635795-82341572?l=forestoffeelings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82341572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3635795/posts/default/82341572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forestoffeelings.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82341572' title=''/><author><name>Cari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789962221606095898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11773186022827359672'/></author></entry></feed>