<?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-871234201532537125</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:43:32.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-9205286487589769758</id><published>2010-02-17T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:01:14.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I've been bad about getting on here and actually blogging.  Well, here's an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit Wal-mart... which thinking about it now, probably wasn't a good idea financially.  I still don't have another job.  Although I did work at Amazon for a short time during the holiday season.  I'm hoping to get a job at Smashing Tomato, a local pizza place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back in with my parents at the end of last summer.  I really couldn't afford to live by myself anymore.  I got backed up on bills and just couldn't get caught up.  It was really interesting trying to get all my crap in my parents house, especially before my brother moved out.  We were all kinda squished like a can of sardines for a little while... Still pretty stuffed but not nearly as bad now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes and I got back together and are now engaged.  He makes me so happy.  Its really tough though because he had to move to Barbourville to move in with family.  He couldn't afford to live on his own either and I had already quit walmart with no other job when his lease on his apartment was up.  We are making it work.  I'm actually sitting at his house right now.  I'm visiting for a week and he's at work right now.  But our wedding is planned for May of 2011 right now.  I'm excited and slightly overwhelmed with the cost of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to start a business selling crocheted scarves and baby blankets.  So far I've only done one booth at a craft fair and sold like 4 scarves.  I haven't gotten any baby blankets finished to sell.  I just recently decided to try to sell those.  I didn't know how long it would take me to make one so I didn't start out with them.  I'm attempting it now.  I think I could make decent money selling baby blankets.... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on going back to college this fall.  I'm going to the local community college to earn an associates and then going to transfer to a university to get a bachelors. I'm looking at going into Forensic chemistry.  I'm really excited about finally going back to school after so long.  I am starting to feel a little left behind.  Everyone I went to high school with is either in college or just graduated.  Even my little brother has a good start in college.  Its his second year, 4th semester.  So you can see why I might feel a little left behind.  That's why I'm going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it with my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-9205286487589769758?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/9205286487589769758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/9205286487589769758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/9205286487589769758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-once-again.html' title='Back Once Again'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-697932896528885023</id><published>2009-08-22T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:17:28.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Neglect.</title><content type='html'>Ok.... So i've been a bad blogger.... I've had reasons though... My computer decided to act up and it took me a while to gt that fixed.  Plus my "internet provider" moved away (aka the neighbors that i was stealing internet off of moved away) ... Plus my computer was being stupid...&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what's been up with me lately.... So i moved back into my parents house.... didn't really wanna do that but didn't have much choice.  I didn't have money for rent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at walmart although i hate it there.  Fortunately i only have a little longer ~crosses fingers~ cause I'm going into the Army.  I don't have any dates yet but I'm hoping this winter. Unless i have to get my ear fixed again.  then it will probably be next year sometime.  I'm hoping for sooner.... but I really need to go to bed now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-697932896528885023?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/697932896528885023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-neglect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/697932896528885023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/697932896528885023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-neglect.html' title='Sorry for the Neglect.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-8353593111056746747</id><published>2009-05-11T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:09:54.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok so I've been neglecting my blog... I know... and I'm sorry.  I've been bery busy and my computer is broken... AGAIN!  Ugh. I have the worst luck with laptops.  But I've been very, VERY, busy.  I'm leading a girl scout troop for Heather... well more like with her but I've done the last few meetings by myself.  We had the award ceremony for the brownies tonight.  Tomorrow is the one for the daisies.  On top of that work has been crazy.  With it being spring and all the holidays business at wally world has picked up.  Plus the remodel at work is starting to finally look good.  They are almost done but are still running behind schedule.  Plus, today was the graveside gathering for the burial of my Gran.  It was really emotional but I managed to get up and read a condensed version of the blog entry in her memory.  I choked up at the end of of it when I was talking about having fond memories of my Gran and that I love her and her soul is in a better place.  I am glad that I got to see my Nana though.  I hadn't seen her in a long time and even though the situation wasn't a happy one it was good to see her on Mother's Day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, and my dumb-ass man got himself thrown in Jail.  I have no clue what happened but from what I have gotten from common friends is that he went after his ex's mom.  My theory is that his ex's mom started talking about keeping Lexi away from him and he lost his temper.  Which would fit both people.  She's crazy and he has a short temper with her already.  I just shake my head and roll my eyes. I'm going to try to visit him when i get a chance and a ride to powell county since that's where he's being held at.  I'll find out what happened then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But its getting late and I still need to check my email and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-8353593111056746747?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8353593111056746747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/8353593111056746747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/8353593111056746747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-3066461984908860723</id><published>2009-04-25T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:25:18.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Ok so it is finally warm outside now.  I am loving it.  At work i've  been out in lawn and garden a lot, which i like,  and when the doors are open i can get a good breeze going through there.  Work is starting to finally look good.  The remodel guys accidently cut a wire for the computer systems and shut the registers down for an hour the other day... i thought it was funny but management didn't quite see eye to eye with me on that one.  Oh well the way i see it is you can't win for trying on some things.  ... but i'm getting bored on here now.. so i'm gonna try to go to bed soon cause i took my meds and now i'm sleepy.  Night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-3066461984908860723?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3066461984908860723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-warm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/3066461984908860723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/3066461984908860723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-warm.html' title='Finally Warm'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-3648481180874846247</id><published>2009-04-17T23:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:12:48.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;I've been so bored lately. I'm working a lot and otherwise not doing much of anything. Chris was over here a couple of days ago and I was trying to get him to come over tonight but I think he was already asleep when I called. I can't wait till we are together for good. I love him so much. We plan on getting married next year. we don't have a ring yet but when we get one I will definitely post pictures of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;We plan on having the wedding on May 1st. It's Beltaine and it is the traditional day for marriages and handfastings to take place. t is supposed to bring luck and fortune to the couple that marries on that day. I want to start out on the right foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)" href="http://www.quickegreets.com/wedding/graph/bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;I can't wait till he's my husband and I his wife. I love him so much. I think our future is going to be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-3648481180874846247?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3648481180874846247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-and-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/3648481180874846247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/3648481180874846247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-and-my-love.html' title='Boredom and My Love'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-4659755211110566747</id><published>2009-04-15T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:44:07.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Chris was supposed to come to visit last Friday.  That's when all the storms hit between here and Tennessee.  He didn't show up and I started to worry about him.  It worried me even more that he didn't contact me.  Last night, after i was in bed, I heard a knock at my door.  I thought who is here this late.  I answered the door and it was Chris.  I was so happy to see him.  He''s actually sitting right next to me on the bed right now too.  I'm so happy to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-4659755211110566747?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4659755211110566747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/4659755211110566747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/4659755211110566747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-5071820823178374122</id><published>2009-04-13T13:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:42:34.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Late Night and Photo Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Last night, I stayed up late again.  I've not been sleeping well lately.  While I was up late, I played around on my mom's computer with Paint Shop Pro and some pictures.  I made some really cool art I think and I touched up and color corrected some old pictures.  I think I could touch up old pictures for a living if I really wanted to.  I'm really good at it.  I went through some of my mom's picture CD's that she has for archiving and I took some really faded and washed out pictures and mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN4TwNLs7I/AAAAAAAAABY/o-8C4tGpjo8/s1600-h/DH000046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN4TwNLs7I/AAAAAAAAABY/o-8C4tGpjo8/s320/DH000046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231465235100594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e  several look like new pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN4HQ--UcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RhVv16FNR8o/s1600-h/grammy+in+carport+color+corrected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN4HQ--UcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RhVv16FNR8o/s320/grammy+in+carport+color+corrected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231250695573954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is a picture of my great-great-grandmother on my mom's side and the new one looks like it could have been printed within the last few years rather than a few decades ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This is the picture that I'm most proud of because it turned out so good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-5071820823178374122?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5071820823178374122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-late-night-and-photo-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/5071820823178374122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/5071820823178374122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-late-night-and-photo-shop.html' title='Another Late Night and Photo Shop'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN4TwNLs7I/AAAAAAAAABY/o-8C4tGpjo8/s72-c/DH000046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-933152516593335419</id><published>2009-04-12T19:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:16:26.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;One reason I decided to start a blog last night was to get my mind off of some stuff to see if I could get to sleep.  It didn't work too well but I did learn some new things last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKJ8TZhTMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xw4ZSOwQXyg/s1600-h/Gran_Reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKJ8TZhTMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xw4ZSOwQXyg/s320/Gran_Reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323969378597817538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My Gran was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma about 4 months ago.   Multiple Myeloma is a type of bone cancer that pulls the calcium out of your bones.  This past week Gran took a turn for the worst.  She was in a lot of pain and very weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yesterday afternoon, on my lunch, I ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;lked to her and knew she wasn't going to make it very much longer.  She was saying her final goodbyes.  Before I finished talking to her she told me she loved me very much and was very proud of me.  I went back to work very upset and knew I had spoken to her for the last time.  When I stopped by my parent's house to pick up my stuff after a long four hours of work, I found out she passed away while I was at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I am posting this in her honor and memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I remember when I was young, I created many fond memories of my overnights at her house.  I would play dress up in her clothes and high heels.  I used to turn her colbler's bench coffee table into a stor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e and she would use quarters and dimes to "buy" the nicknacks that I had priced.  It was always little rocks, statues, and McDonald toys but she always pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;yed along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;She would take me to Turfland Mall.  I would always insist on taking a baby doll with me.  I had this one very large doll, it was life size, and she was carrying it upside down while I was looking around.  A lady walked up to her and thought she was hold a real baby on its head!  The woman laughed when she saw it was a baby doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Gran would let me clean and organize part of her house like the bathroom or living room.  I liked to rearange the little things just for fun but she always insisted on giving me a little bit of money.  My mom always told her not too but she did it anyways.  She didn't want me working for nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We would go walking around her neighborhood or up to McDonalds on nice days.  As I got older, we stopped going to McDonalds because we had to cross harrodsburg road and Gran didn't really feel comfortable crossing it.  We then started walking farther through the neighborhood.  One of Gran's friends lived a couple of streets over and we would walk there.  I know Gran really liked to be able to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o visit her friends and I always had fun walking with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;At night, on my overnights, I would have a "midnight snack", usually a bowl of cerea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;l or ice cream, and then we would lay in the twin beds in her room listening to the ocean cd and planning out the next day till we fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKR650wwNI/AAAAAAAAABA/vkCd0NM_Wt0/s1600-h/Gran+and+baby+Steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKR650wwNI/AAAAAAAAABA/vkCd0NM_Wt0/s200/Gran+and+baby+Steph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323978150645907666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;On one of our many trips to the mall, I decided I wanted to get my ears re-pierced.  She told me I could but when they went to pierce them she had to go around the corner.  She didn't want to see me as they pierced them.  I think she was afraid I was going to cry and that would make her regret it.  After it was done, I walked over to her with a smile on my face and not a single tear in my eyes.  She was amazed that it didn't hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Gran was so amazed that Matt and me came up with the idea to make our mom and Nana clocks for their birthdays.  She went out and got the stuff that we would need but was skeptical that it would really work.  She was always so proud of how artistic both Matt and me were.  She encouraged our creativity all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I used to love exploring her drawers full of old stuff that Tommy had collected over the years.  I was always fascinated with the antiques and Gran's house was never low on things to explore.  Whe also kept stuff out in her garage, like an old-fashioned type writer.  I figured out how to clean and use that old thing and it amazed Gran.  I used to type letters to pretend people and to Gran.  It always brought a smile to her face to read what I had written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;As I got older, I started helping more and more with Gran's gardens and yard.  I would trim her bushes and weed her gardens.  I remember thinking of her back yard as a magical garden.  When the apple trees got cut down, I tried to turn the back corner of her yard into my own secret garden.  She even had the people who cut and removed the trees to leave make a table and stools for me t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o play on.  They were never sealed all the way so they rotted out after only one year and seeped sap but it was fun to have tea parties out there while we could.  I helped her harvest her herbs from the garden like the garlic, rosmary and thyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Every summer, her yard was full of little yellow wild flowers that I always called "buttercups".  I would pick a bouquet of them and she would put them in a tiny glass of water.  They only lasted a short time after they were picked but Gran didn't care.  She always put them in water and displayed them like they were a beautiful bouquet of exotic flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKSORUC_KI/AAAAAAAAABI/Bh8cZzNIofA/s1600-h/steph+washing+grans+dishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKSORUC_KI/AAAAAAAAABI/Bh8cZzNIofA/s200/steph+washing+grans+dishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323978483368656034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Gran loved the birds.  She had a ton of feeders and I would always fill them for her.  Every winter, one or two mockingbirds would stay behind from migrating south and Gran would feed them chedder cheese cut into tiny cubes.  She would set it on the corner of the porch and whistle and they would come.  When the spuirrels started getting it she moved it to the window sill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Gran used to get her hair done by May.  I would sometimes go with her and May would do my hair too.  She would put curls into my hair.  Gran always thought that girls should have big bows and pretty hair.  I always felt pretty with the curls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I will always treasure my memories of my Gran.  She was here for me through my teen years.  Not very many people can say that their great grandmother was there for that much of their life.  No one can ever take that away from me.  I love her and miss her dearly but she isn't suffering anymore and her soul can move on.  I know part of her will always be watching over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Louise H. Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My Gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-933152516593335419?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/933152516593335419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-loving-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/933152516593335419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/933152516593335419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeKJ8TZhTMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xw4ZSOwQXyg/s72-c/Gran_Reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-1160709993700419563</id><published>2009-04-12T08:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:26:47.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So last night, I stayed up all night because I couldn't sleep and in the process created this blog and revamped my myspace.  I think i got a lot accomplished last night.  I am going to have to get some sleep this morning because my eyes are so dried out right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This morning i got freaked out a little.  I could have sworn i heard a key in my door a couple of times this morning.  It weirded me out because i wasn't really expecting anyone here at 6 am and only 3 people have th key, one of which lives in Tennessee right now.  But it looks like nobody was here after all.  It was creepy none the less.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Well I need to hop off here and find a bite to eat so that I can try to get some sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-1160709993700419563?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1160709993700419563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/1160709993700419563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/1160709993700419563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night.html' title='Late Night'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14382112567417423449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_25IyKSE0UM8/SeN6KpUr75I/AAAAAAAAABg/vi1ZX0j1sww/S220/steph_head.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871234201532537125.post-682222180719818274</id><published>2009-04-12T03:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:49:09.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing... Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hey.  So I decided to try blogging about my life.  Heather's blog inspired me to share my life on the net, so here it is.  Hopefully I don't forget and abandon this after a month or so.  I'll try to post fun stuff often but no guarantees.  Peace to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/871234201532537125-682222180719818274?l=shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/feeds/682222180719818274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/682222180719818274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/871234201532537125/posts/default/682222180719818274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shorty-girl-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-me.html' title='Introducing... 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