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term='thinking school money sleep gas cars ads'/><category term='drugs'/><title type='text'>GAB</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is all about my trials and tribulations of babysitting my grands and getting through day to day life with my husband of 37 years.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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AND SO FAR ITS THE SAME STUFF JUST A DIFFERENT YEAR.&lt;div&gt; lol I'M STILL WRITING 2011 ON ALL MY STUFF. GEE THE YEARS FLY BY IT SEEMS LIKE. I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS ABOUT 9 AND I WAS COUNTING THE YEARS TILL  I WOULD BE 18 SIMPLE RIGHT THEN THE YEARS TILL I WAS 21. BUT IT WAS LIKE THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TILL I'M 18:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1963 = 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1964 = 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1965=11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SO ON I DIDN'T MAKE THINGS EASY LIKE ADD 9 YEARS AND THEN YOU'LL BE 18 LIKE THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1963&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+   9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1972&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN SILLY GIRL THAT I AM I DID THIS AFTER WE WERE MARRIED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1975 1ST ANNIVERSARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1976 2ND ANNIVERSARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW ITS LIKE OH MY GOD I'M 57 YEARS OLD AND THIS YEAR I'LL BE 58 I'M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER JUST OLDER AND GEE GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND OF COURSE NOW THE YEARS SEEM TO FLY BY FASTER THAN EVER. WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL IT WAS LIKE OMG HOW LONG TILL CHRISTMAS VACATION? HOW LONG TILL SCHOOLS OUT? BACK THEN TIME SEEMED TO DRAG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WELL NOW WE'VE BEGUN 2012 AND IM STILL STUCK IN 2011 I CANT SEEM TO REMEMBER TO WRITE 2012 WHEN PAYING BILLS SENDING FRIENDS EMAILS ETC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A FRIEND EVEN CAUGHT THAT I WROTE 2011 AND SAID WELL I CANT DO THIS ITS ALREADY A YEAR OLD! SO I WROTE BACK TELL HIM NO NO ITS OK I JUST FORGOT WE ALREADY IN 2012. THEN I REREAD WHAT I WROTE(thank god i did) BECAUSE I WROTE 2021 NOW I'M PUSHING IT  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8340264687282758413?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8340264687282758413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8340264687282758413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8340264687282758413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8340264687282758413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-8014001828595765745</id><published>2011-12-31T07:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:54:58.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yep its time</title><content type='html'>HEY WAIT A MINUTE.....HEY YOU STOP........I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET...I HAVEN'T EVEN GOT DONE WHAT I WANTED TO....WHO SAID YOU COULD LEAVE? AWW GOOD BYE 2011 AND HELLO 2012&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;PLEASE IF YOU DRINK &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DONT DRIVE!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I WANNA SEE YOU ALL HERE NEXT YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;XOXOXOXOX  GAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8014001828595765745?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8014001828595765745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8014001828595765745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8014001828595765745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8014001828595765745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/yep-its-time.html' title='yep its time'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4683160049455454743</id><published>2011-11-10T11:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:58:17.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday grandson accidents brain damage baby death'/><title type='text'>NOV 10th</title><content type='html'>WELL TODAY IS A VERY SPECIAL DAY!........IF YOU READ FACEBOOK YOU MIGHT ALREADY KNOW THAT ITS OUR GRANDSON'S 16TH BIRTHDAY.........................SO IN TRUE GAB FASHION:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TJ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and many more!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REMEMBER IT LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY.......DAUGHTER AND SON - IN- LAW AND I WERE IN THE HOSPITAL ROOM WAITING. THEY SOON TOOK OUR DAUGHTER DOWN TO PREP HER AND THEY TOOK  OUR SON-IN-LAW TO GET READY TO GO IN AND BE WITH HER WHILE I WAS GONNA WAIT IN THE ROOM FOR HUBBY AND THEN WE WOULD WAIT TOGETHER FOR OUR NEW GRANDSON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL SON-IN-LAW CAME BACK TO THE ROOM ALL DRESSED TO GO IN AND WE TALKED WHILE WE WAITED FOR THE NURSE TO COME BACK. SOON THE NURSE CAME BY TO TELL US THERE WERE SOME PROBLEMS AND SHE WOULD COME GET SON-IN-LAW AS SOON AS EVERYTHING WAS FIGURED OUT. PRETTY SOON HUBBY CAME WALKING INTO THE ROOM WITH A BIG SHIT ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE. HE ASKED US IF WE'D SEEN THE BABY YET? WE SAID NO THEY TOLD US THERE WAS COMPLICATIONS AND THEY WOULD BE BACK LATER FOR SON-IN-LAW. HUBBY SAID WELL HE WALKED PAST THE NURSERY AND THEY WERE CLEANING HIM UP AND HE GOT TO HOLD HIM ALREADY. SON-IN-LAW WENT RACING OUT THE DOOR TO SEE HIS SON. HUBBY AND I TALKED AND SOON THEY BROUGHT BACK OUR DAUGHTER. SHE SAID HAVE YOU SEEN HIM YET? I SAID NO BUT DAD HAS ALREADY HELD HIM. SHE THEN TOLD US THEY HAD TO DO A CESAREAN AND THAT HE WAS HUGH. IN FACT SO HUGH THEY HAD NO "BABY" CLOTHES BIG ENOUGH FOR HIM. THEY ENDED UP GOING TO PEDS AND GETTING HIM A PINK SWEATER FOR HIM TO WEAR. HE WEIGHED 10LBS 12.5 OZS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL MY OLDEST SON HAD BEEN 9LBS 1 OZ. SO SHE TOPPED ME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO TODAY OUR 16 YEAR OLD GRANDSON STANDS AT ABOUT 6' 3" TALL AND ABOUT 320 LBS. HE JUST KEPT GROWING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing about today is an old childhood girlfriend had been let out of jail on this day. She had gone to jail for killing one of her own kids. she had 4 but her third born just got on her nerves and one day she went to far and ended up killing her 1 yr old daughter. She claimed the baby was evil and the voices in her head told her to get rid of it. She first started out slapping the baby in the face then she slugged her. she shook her then put her into the tub full of water, and just walked away. They did find out that she herself was brain damaged so she got a short sentence. Her other children were put into foster homes and she spent a short time in the hospital then jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never got the kids back and for a long time she couldn't get in touch with them either. They discovered to late there had been other problems starting with her oldest but for some reason child protection dropped the ball. in the end they had concluded 1 she never should have been allowed to have kids. 2nd why wasn't the courts notified about her brain damage from her mothers car accident? her mom should have been charged for it as she was 1 driving drunk 2 driving with no license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the doctors had noted in her charts that she should not have children because she barely had the mentality of a 8 yr old herself. her mother had to tell her what to wear when to wash her hair etc right up till the day she passed away. But for some reason they didn't protect her from having children and she ended up having 4. I had been her best friend right up till she had her third child which all of a sudden she was telling me my hubby was the father of that baby. OH MAN Mr. Gab and I had some bad fights cause I wasn't sure who was telling me the truth. Then one day she slipped and told me the dad was someone she met at a bar.  Then of course when she had baby 4 she also accused Mr Gab of being the father again. By this time I had learned of the car accident she was in with her mom and that she had brain damage. So I just stopped calling her. She called me the day the baby died to tell me she had gotten rid of the baby from hell. I asked what she meant and she hung up so I called the police where she lived. Of course it was too late for the baby. One of the worst memories I have. I have talked to her a couple of times in the last couple of years but she has proved to me nothing has really changed she still thinks it was ok for her to get rid of the baby from hell as she still calls her daughter. She told me they wouldn't even let her go to the funeral for the baby. ????? really????? I asked her once if she remembered the babys name and she said yes baby from hell. Poor Michelle. I have cried over this alot as I remember us sitting at my house talking about when we grew up and had children how we would raise them what we would do different than our parents you know the stuff all kids say. But things happen and I guess we have no control over that but I am mad......Mad at the doctors who should'va taken the step to make sure she didnt have children after that accident. then no one would have had to suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4683160049455454743?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4683160049455454743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4683160049455454743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4683160049455454743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4683160049455454743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/11/nov-10th.html' title='NOV 10th'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2522028454146093726</id><published>2011-10-11T21:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:52:43.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THIS SH**(F**** it can I use foul language?)PT1</title><content type='html'>Well ok it has been awhile.....alot of you talk to me or read about me @ Facebook.  So you pretty much know I've been going through some crap......pain from the car accident it is so bad I have many days I just don't wanna get outta bed. Standing and walking getting really bad.....and (DON'T tell hubby but I have been falling alot) &lt;div&gt;So with all that crap what happens? well you all know (or maybe not) my dad passed away last April and we have been going through the estate. Well oldest sister and brother and fighting us....first they tried to say youngest sister char killed our father......but they went to the doctors for the report and low and behold found char did nothing wrong. OK so now they are saying we aren't telling them about all the banks. WHAT!? OH Fu...You. You all want the truth? I will give you the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to start......at the beginning is the best......dad married wife 1 had 2 children 1 girl 1 boy. they got divorced and dad married wife 2 (Our mom) and had 3 more girls. Now mind you every divorced couple will not agree about their life's together so you really cant believe who did or didn't do what.....But all my life I listened to my father talk about how bad wife 1 had been she cheated bla bla bla ok? ok! Now dad wasn't perfect by no means...oh no no no...the man abused us girls(sexually) I had locked it so far into the back of my that when my sisters talked about it I called them liar's it took me a long time to work it all out after I got married after my sister and I lost 10 years of being with each other because of our dad....and alot of thanks goes to my hubby he has a computerized mind and he watched me and her and dad and he listened to us then he threw stuff at me till I had that AH HA moment. after that it came to me in pieces. I still had a lot of problems believing but then several things came to mind alot about how every time I told them something that was true they would tell me I had a very vivid imagination. So in a sense I had been ut down by them at every turn. I had no confidence in my self and I'm totally surprised I got married. But back to the tale...now my youngest sister and I were here with mom and dad all the time neither one of us moved away. (I did 3 yrs after mom died  to South Dakota but I wasn't far enough to not be here when needed and it was with my dad's blessings) And here what happened mom got sick....she wanted to die at home...I said I would take care of my parents when time came. so I moved out there to help dad and care for mom.....she died 9 days after her 64th birthday. I stayed with dad for about 2 weeks after living in my childhood home and made sure I was up there at least every other day to check on him till we moved in 99. but we came back often till we ran outta money. BUT the day my sister called me in 2004 and told me dad had a heart attack I first called hubby...then I made arraignment's for people to care for my 2 grandsons whom I was caring for in South Dakota. and I came home. I drove 380 miles home on Feb 14th 2004 in a blizzard. yep in a BLIZZARD. I had left my grandchildren basically in the care of strangers till hubby came home as he had been driving OTR and was out in Oregon and it would take 2-3 days to return home to get the kids 2 to 3 days I didn't have to wait I needed to be with my youngest sister and our FATHER. No matter what the man did to us he was still our father our daddy. When dad got home he had several rules to follow which he forgot very quickly and I was there to remind him not to do this or make sure you take your medicine or what ever....we talked about nursing home but dad said put me there I die. So then we talked about hiring nurses to come stay with him would have had to been 24 hrs at that time. it was more than we could afford. dad may have had money but not that kind of money. By this time hubby was there and we sat trying to figure out what the hell to do......ok now wait a minute what about the older two kids? Sister has a dog and bird of some sort ok but cant she put them in care with some one? or bring them? NOPE that was her answer. So we called big brother now he has several birds and a cat who was sick and he didn't wanna leave her. what? ok so hubby said to all of us there which was dad my sister and her hubby and me and him. he said well if dad could pay me to stay home and take care of the kids till they get outta school I could stay there and take care of him.....and it was agreed! So I moved in with dad hubby went home and took care of grands and all was good. Then the calls started both older sister and brother wanting to know who was caring for daddy.Oh they were so happy I was.  Then the calls started dropping off and now it was daddy calling them. things went on till the day dad started a fight with me. and he kicked me out by calling the police then said go some place till he cools off then come back.....thing was he went 2 yrs not letting us back in the house unless youngest sister was there. BUT oh let me tell you what he did to me......instead of telling people including my siblings that he kicked me out he told them I had abandoned him so no matter how many times I told them what dad had actually done they didn't believe me they believed him!!!!! several neighbors out there still hold a grudge against me. I really don't care I know the truth and that's that! So ok now youngest sis and I are checking on dad often her going over on Sunday's Tuesday's Thursday's  and me the other days. then I missed a couple weeks due to car accident and then there were a few more weeks off and on where I just couldn't drive even down the driveway because I was in so much pain. Youngest sis was still going over and dad was still doing ok for himself. Then one day when I was having a really good day I drove out to dad's. He was sitting in the living room on a kitchen chair facing the street...(well ok he did this to watch for the mailman so to me that was normal) EXCEPT he had his hat and jacket on. I asked if he was going some where and he said my brother was coming and he was gonna take him to lunch. So I sat with dad.  after half and hour I said hey dad lets you and I go on up and when he gets here he'll call me on his cell and we will tell him to meet us up there. So dad agreed. we went to lunch and I called brother and asked him when he was due here. ????? Well surprise surprise he was still at home and wasn't planning to come up. I told dad and he told me oh he must'va got lost. I said no he's at home he's not coming. Many many months dad kept saying brother was on his way and brother wasnt coming...when ever I talked to him he couldnt leave his sick cat. (WOW his cat was more important than his own father) well life went on and next thing we knew social services were out there and they condemned the house.......now mind you this house had been like this all our lifes and yes we know it shouldnt have been that messy or dirty but we were used to it we cleaned up the main parts but as for the rest well lets just say when mom and dad went out to auctions and there was stuff no one else wanted they would buy it for a buck and our home soon was cluttered with stuff that might be worth something some day. And dad (even mom when she was alive) knew where everything was. Now a days they could almost be called hoarders with the exception that there was more room to walk than a path and you could always sit down, or find a place to sleep. some time you had to move something dad had been working on but that wasnt new to us.  Now we are in a tizzy dad's home condemned and he couldnt live here but he could live with youngest sister. So there he went. Now sis has a split level compared to dads one level. dad knew how to move around the stuff including the cats and dog at sis's he rarely left the bedroom except to eat go to the bathroom or go out to the doctors. He begged me several times to take him home and I cried but told him no. Dad too wanted to die at home but now he wasnt allowed to go home. Then he misjudged the bed and fell and broke his hip. that was his down fall......his alzheimers was worse and he was more confused than ever so when he was put into the nursing home for recovery after the surgery he thought we left him there and he gave up completely. then he came to my home his last few days and died here. Now mind you in a sense he had died at home....he helped put the addition on this house so to him this was the big house and he built part of it so it was like being in his own home. Then came the funeral where oldest sister came brother did not. Oldest sister said two things to piss us off. 1st thing she said was I was daddy's little girl till you guys came along and second thing she said was she had called social services because dad told her we werent feeding him.  So Now ok I let the first one slide after all she didnt have any more control than us over who dad married and stayed married to than we did. BUT when she told me the second I thought to my self you killed our father. if he had never been removed from his house the house he knew like the back of his hand he probably never would have fallen(cause only other time he fell was winter when he put a piece of plywood out the back door so the dog didnt have to climb steps only for it to get so slippery that he fell)he would never went to the nursing home were he thought we left him at(even though we visited him there alot including his 91st birthday) and he might still be here today....because this man was more alive at 91 than most people at 60. He had energy he was still building stuff by hand no less and then she sends in social services................................Part 2 tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2522028454146093726?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2522028454146093726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2522028454146093726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2522028454146093726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2522028454146093726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-this-shf-it-can-i-use-foul.html' title='I HATE THIS SH**(F**** it can I use foul language?)PT1'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7876062305112223942</id><published>2011-05-25T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:00:47.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL THINGS</title><content type='html'>IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I LAST POSTED. I'VE HAD A LOT GOING ON AND JUST DIDN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;div&gt;OUR HOME HAS BEEN SAVED ONCE AGAIN, NO WE DON'T GET TO KEEP IT...NO THE SHERIFF'S SALE HAS BEEN POSTPONED ONCE AGAIN NOW IT'S JULY 9TH. WITH THAT IN MIND THEY HAD TO EXTEND HOW LONG WE COULD LIVE HERE. SO WE NOW HAVE TILL JAN 2012 TO STAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT DAMN I HATE THINKING OF MOVING IN THE WINTER. HUBBY SAID IF WE CAN SWING IT WE ARE MOVING (at least back to SD) WE ARE TALKING TO A REALTOR WHO THINKS HE CAN SELL THIS HOUSE FOR US. WE'VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE IF HOUSING PRICES WERE GONNA GO BACK UP SOME. THEY HAVEN'T SO WHO KNOWS HOW THIS WILL TURN OUT. IN MY OPINION I THINK THAT BECAUSE THERE IS SO MANY HOUSES EMPTY AND SO MANY MORE THAT WILL SOON BE EMPTY  FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER, I'M AFRAID THAT WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN IS THAT PRICES WILL FALL TO WAY WAY BELOW WHAT THEY ARE REALLY WORTH TO PRICES BACK TO THE 1950'S OR LOWER.  JUST SO THEY CAN SELL HOUSES AGAIN. AND OF COURSE THEY'VE GOTTA LOWER THE INTEREST  RATE LOWER THAN NOW. THAT'S ONE OF OUR PROBLEMS WE PAID INTEREST AND PAID INTEREST AND NEVER GOT TO THE PRINCIPLE OF THE PAYMENT FOR THIS HOUSE. WHY YOU SAY EASY WE ADDED ON, WE ADDED A GARAGE, WE REMODELED AND THEN DID REDID THE SIDING AND WINDOWS AGAIN. ALL THAT DID WAS REDO THE MORTGAGE OVER AND OVER TILL IT WAS OVER OUR HEADS. WELL ACTUALLY WE COULD WHILE HUBBY HAD THE GOOD TRUCK DRIVING JOB THAT PAID VERY GOOD. BUT WHEN THAT WENT SOUTH AND THE ONLY JOB HE COULD GET WAS A $10. AN HOUR THAT DOESN'T EVEN PAY OUR MONTH TO MONTH BILLS LET ALONE THE HOUSE...WELL YOU GET THE PICTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE'VE DECIDED TO STAY WITH VERIZON SO WE UPGRADED PHONES SO I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET A BLACKBERRY CURVE. NOW THIS ISN'T A NEW PHONE IT'S REFURBISHED. BUT HECK I'LL TAKE IT......THE BLACKBERRY FLIP I HAVE(HAD) HAS TO BE AT LEAST 3 YRS OLD IF NOT 4. SOME OF THE BUTTONS DON'T WORK ANY MORE, SO MOST OF THE TIME I WOULD HAVE TO GO BACK AND REREAD WHAT I TYPED BEFORE SENDING AND IT WOULD TAKE ME SO LONG PEOPLE WOULD CALL ME TO SEE IF I GOT THEIR TEXT. BUT NOW THEY ARE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT A WHILE FOR ME TO ANSWER THEIR TEXTS BECAUSE THE BUTTONS ARE SOOOOOOOO SMALL! I NEED MY GLASSES AND A MAGNIFYING GLASS. IT DOES HELP THAT ITS GOT A QWERTY KEYBOARD BUT DAMN THOSE BUTTONS ARE SMALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN OTHER NEWS WELL GEE I CANT THINK OF MUCH ELSE WE SEEM TO BE IN A RUT. ONE WHERE THERE IS NO MONEY TO DO ANYTHING SO WE SIT HOME AND PLAY ON FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7876062305112223942?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7876062305112223942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7876062305112223942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7876062305112223942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7876062305112223942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-things.html' title='ALL THINGS'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4332078521480212237</id><published>2011-03-26T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:35:19.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6VgjGvKviRU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Our granddaughter is girl in the middle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4332078521480212237?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4332078521480212237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4332078521480212237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4332078521480212237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4332078521480212237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6VgjGvKviRU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5024239070126624432</id><published>2011-03-06T21:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:47:36.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to</title><content type='html'>going out to a dance to meet a person of interest? why are all these people using Internet dating? I myself did my searching the hard way! I was walking down the street where I grew up on and at the house where I babysat a couple of little girls there was a guy standing on the ladder scrapping off paint. SO I GAVE HIM A WOLF WHISTLE. You know the kind that men usually do to sexy ladies walking by. And when Mr Gab (well he wasn't mr gab then) turned around I said not you shipwreak the tree.(yeah I know not very nice right?) Then we would laugh our ass off, at our cute little private joke. In reality he was very good looking(or at least I thought so) and after awhile he came down off that ladder to talk to us. Well my girlfriend only stayed like 5 mins and then she said she had to wash her hair. Ok so now Im all alone with him(sitting on the grass in my front yard out in the open) and we talked for about 3 hrs. I learned alot about him(he was the brother of the father of the girls I babysat for)I also learned he was leaving for the army that week. When he did leave I wrote to him but he never responded. When I asked his sister-in law if she knew why he wouldn't answer me she said because he thinks I called him a Sh*t Brick. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants where did he get that from? SHIP WREAK and SH*T BRICK don't sound even close. So for 2 years I went about not dating anyone. Then Mr Gab came back from the army and the first chance he had he called me up and told me to come on over to his brothers house. Ok so this is like in Jan. COLD. so I bundle up trudge across the street. and these fools steal my jacket and throw me down on his lap where he wraps his arms around me and tells me hes not letting me go till I agree to go out with him. and there you have it we met under normal instances not Internet dating.&lt;br /&gt;OH but I haven't told you why I even brought this up..............&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny................ I can hardly keep from laughing now as it is...........&lt;br /&gt;So Ok my daughter known to many as NY3Boys, decided to try Internet dating.&lt;br /&gt;and I guess so did our oldest son. And she was here at the house and she decided to see if they had recommend someone for her....................................and yes they did................HER OLDER BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG are you serious? laughing my butt off falling off the chair..............&lt;br /&gt;and then guess what? they sent same information to her brother and he like showed up and said your not going to believe this.......BUT OH WE DO WE DO LOL. He couldn't believe it they had both filled out their information like 2 days apart and the Internet dating place matched them up as a good couple. I was like cant they see you have the same last name? Daughter was like no mom we don't put last names right away just first names and email address. Our son was like when I seen ny3boys I thought gee that's sounds familiar. SO guess what they did next? they both went to another dating site filled out their information and gee guess what? they were matched there too as good matches for each other! yeah brother and sister gonna get right on that. SO I think they should both forget Internet dating and go look on their own. Like their dad and I did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5024239070126624432?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5024239070126624432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5024239070126624432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5024239070126624432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5024239070126624432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-ever-happened-to.html' title='What ever happened to'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5515347765013044378</id><published>2011-02-15T07:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:25:04.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion of privacy</title><content type='html'>Google earth....it can be a good thing yet it can be a total invasion of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT OMG I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me tell you about my little accident that I had the other day that didn't involve cars. I like the Internet&lt;em&gt;. A LOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok I have been using realtor.com to find houses for sale in Florida. I love realtor.com! They show cheap houses and they show the OMG ARE YOU KIDDING WHO CAN AFFORD THAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any ways....it started out like this. I was watching the movie Bird Cage with Robin Williams. And they were talking about South Beach Fl. and I was thinking ok is there really a South Beach or is it something used for the movie?  So I go to realtor.com and put in South Beach Fl and hit search. well one of those OMG homes came up first. 34,000.000.00 WOW so I'm like ok lets see how the other half lives.&lt;br /&gt;There were about 20 pictures so I looked at them and ooohhh and ahhhhed. yeah very&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; nice house. SO then I'm thinking hummmmm how about I fly there and look at the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;SO I bring up google earth and type in the address of this 34 million dollar home.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking at it and I see all these little flag thingies. So I ran the mouse over it and what do I see? The home for sale belongs to.................................................drum roll.................................its a biggie............................................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL SMITH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will smith? really will smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well that explains why they want so much for the home. One of his neighbors is Julio Iglesias. Another neighbor is Shaq O'neal, another Elisabeth Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok right there I'm drooling all over the place. Can you imagine sitting by your pool and having Julio come out side a talk to you? Or maybe I could go over and get into Shaq's face and have a one on one where I win of course.( sorry Shaq its my dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I actually had the 34 mil to buy this house I might actually have to kidnap Mr Smith and keep him for a trophy! lol&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now and this is Mr Smith's bedroom where he and Mrs Smith slept when they were living here and oh here in the bla bla bla is Mr Smith himself. How ya doing today Will? Oh I'm sorry did you have a movie to do today? Well maybe I'll let you attend tomorrow. Whats that? Mrs Smith? Ya I told her you took the 34 million and ran! Sorry.................NOT.... LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok its a nice dream of owning Mr Will Smith's home. But like you know I don't have movie deals coming my way to pay for this nice dream.&lt;br /&gt;But again google earth is it an invasion of privacy? Or is it the way people get to see how the other half live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5515347765013044378?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5515347765013044378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5515347765013044378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5515347765013044378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5515347765013044378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/02/invasion-of-privacy.html' title='Invasion of privacy'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4190085453002312865</id><published>2011-01-29T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:19:05.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously I gotta do something about it!</title><content type='html'>YEP IT HAS BECOME A BIG PROBLEM HERE IN THE HOUSEHOLD OF GAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites box is so full it takes me almost an hour to get through every thing. Serious! I've got stuff in there that I wanted to check out later when I wasn't busy but never got back to it. There is stuff so old in there the links don't even work any more. I was looking for something (scratches head and wonders did I find it?) and started scrolling down my favorites list. Then I thought well why don't I make some folders and put together stuff that are alike.....Riiiiiiiight? Ok so I make a new folder and I start adding stuff....then for some reason I went back to look at something in that folder and found it didn't work any more so ok I deleted it. So then I thought well I guess I better check all the links to see what does and does not work. In the middle of doing this I got disturbed by grandson #1. While I was helping him Mr. Gab yelled for something (he was in bathroom) so I went to check out what he needed. Got finished came back to computer and the lists and low and behold  the Mormons come to the door. So I close down laptop chat with them for a bit. When they left granddaughter #1's mom texted and asked it I could come get granddaughter for the weekend. So I went and got dressed (yes I was dressed sorta I had on shorts and an old t not the kinda clothes you'd wear out in 17 above weather) and ran to get granddaughter. Got home grabbed laptop and thought oh yeah Ive got stuff on FB ready I best get to it or I'll loose it. So I started playing FB then Daughter shows up with other 3 grandsons and well lets just say I never got back to sorting my favorites till tonight then I seen the time and thought OH HELL NO I GOTTA GO TO BED! So what do I do instead? Post here of course! LOL Have a good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4190085453002312865?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4190085453002312865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4190085453002312865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4190085453002312865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4190085453002312865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously-i-gotta-do-something-about-it.html' title='Seriously I gotta do something about it!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6731403422485905728</id><published>2011-01-26T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:32:19.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMPING FOR JOY</title><content type='html'>YES! I AM HAPPY! YES I AM JUMPING FOR JOY! And if I could make a person dance on this screen I probably make 20 + people dancing across the screen, thats how happy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES....................................................MR GAB HAS A JOB AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Full time and full bennies which means I get medical insurance again! I can go to the doctors and get my pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE STARTS TONIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6731403422485905728?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6731403422485905728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6731403422485905728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6731403422485905728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6731403422485905728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/jumping-for-joy.html' title='JUMPING FOR JOY'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6509034579509736563</id><published>2011-01-13T18:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:48:07.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN!!!!</title><content type='html'>SO I SLEPT IN THIS MORNING TILL ABOUT 9;30AM. IVE BEEN HAVING TERRIBLE PAIN IN MY BACK AND AS SOON AS I LAY DOWN I START GETTING SPASAMS. I HAD SPENT THE FEW NIGHT BEFORE LAST CRYING MOST OF THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO OK I GET UP LATE THIS MORNING, AND MR GAB GOES TO THE BASEMENT.......BUT LET ME BACK UP A MINUTE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT WE WERE IN BED AND MR GAB ASKED OUR 15 YR OLD GRANDSON TO PUT THE CLOTHES FROM THE WASHER TO THE DRYER START THEM AND MAKE SURE HE SHUTS OFF THE ALARM. A FEW MINUTES LATER HE COMES UP STAIRS AND ASKS GRANDPA IF ITS BAD THAT HE DROPPED A SCREWDRIVER DOWN INTO THE LINT TRAP. GRANDPA SAYS HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT? GRANDSON SAYS IT WAS ON TOP AND WHEN HE SET BASKET ON TOP WHILE HE CLEANED OUT TRAP THE SCREWDRIVER FELL IN. SO GRANDPA SAYS LEAVE IT TILL MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW............&lt;br /&gt;SO GRANDPA GOES TO THE BASEMENT THIS MORNING AND STARTS WORKING ON GETTING OUT THE SCREWDRIVER. PRETTY SOON HE'S YELLING COME OPEN THE DOOR. I SENT OUR 11 YEAR OLD GRANDSON WHO HAS BEEN HOME A FEW DAYS TO OPEN THE DOOR. HE COMES BACK AND TELLS ME NOT TO GO OUT THERE. PRETTY SOON I HEAR MR GAB TELLING ME I NEEDED TO TAKE HIM TO URGENT CARE, I ASKED WHY HE TELLS ME THAT HE RIPED A BIG HOLE INTO HIS PINKY FINGER. I SAID CANT GO TO URGENT CARE GOTTA GO TO EMERGENCY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;NOW LET ME SAY IT WAS SNOWING OUT AND SLIPPERY.&lt;br /&gt;I CALLED DAUGHTER TO COME GET HER KIDS CAUSE I NEEDED TO TAKE HER DAD TO THE HOSPITAL. AS SOON AS SHE GOT HERE WE LEFT. I DONT THINK I EVER GOT UP OVER 25MPH. IN FACT FOR ABOUT 3 MILES I FOLLOWED A SNOWPLOW.&lt;br /&gt;GOT MR GAB TO HOSPITAL, THEY STARTED DOING THEIR STUFF AND I LOST IT. I STARTED TO CRY SO MUCH I DIDNT KNOW IF I'D STOP.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE IM THE ONE USUALLY IN THE BED AND MR GAB IS SITTING IN THE CHAIR WAITING FOR THEM TO "FIX" ME.&lt;br /&gt;IN A COUPLE OF HOURS DAUGHTER HAD TO DROP BOYS OFF WITH ME SO I WENT TO THE WAITING AREA WITH THEM. IT WAS PROBABLY A GOOD IDEA THAT I WASNT IN THERE WHEN THEY FINALLY GOT BACK TO HIM,(A AMBALANCE HAD COME IN SO WE HAD TO WAIT A BIT)&lt;br /&gt;THEY PUT 14 STITCHES INTO HIS PINKY...NOW THE SKIN HAD BEEN HANGING WHEN WE CAME IN AND WHEN THEY WASHED HIS FINGER TO SEE WHAT WAS WHAT IT FELL OFF. BUT MR GAB SAID THEY TOOK THAT SKIN AND STITCHED IT BACK ON.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE GOT HOME HE WENT DOWN AND FINISHED THE DRYER AND OF COURSE HE COMES BACK UP BLEEDING. WE WRAPPED IT UP WITH A HANKY TIED IT TIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;HOPING IT WOULD STOP SO WE DIDNT HAVE TO MAKE A RETURN TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAD TO CHECK THE TENDONS TO MAKE SURE NOTHING WAS DAMAGED. LUCKLY HE SEEMED TO SCRAP RIGHT DOWN THE OUTTER EDGE OF THE FINGER BUT YET IT WENT IN DEEP.&lt;br /&gt;WHILE WE WERE THERE THEY STARTED US FILLING OUT PAPERS FOR MEDICAL ASSISTANTS.&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS BEEN A LONG DAY. AND MR GAB SAYS THE NOVACAINE HAS WORN OFF SO HE'S UNHAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6509034579509736563?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6509034579509736563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6509034579509736563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6509034579509736563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6509034579509736563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/men.html' title='MEN!!!!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6590466224430117134</id><published>2011-01-11T16:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:36:59.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont understand</title><content type='html'>I have several things that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; bothering me.....and to be honest they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take number 1 for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;example&lt;/span&gt;: Woman who are married and know their husbands cheat on them and they know it yet they take em back over and over and over again. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM? they know their man will never change yet they continue to take them back. Let me tell you something If I ever found out Mr Gab cheated on me (again and again) I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; want him back. You just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what these other woman might have....not saying that they all do but you know woman lie OH YES THEY DO!!! People ask me when I tell them my age they look at me and go oh yeah sure now whats your real age? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; SORRY ARE YOU DEAF? I JUST TOLD YOU MY REAL AGE. then they go oh well your a woman and all woman lie about their age. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;! You wanna see my birth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certificate&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if Mr Gab had been cheating more than once(once I might be able to forgive,) but more than that NO FREAKING WAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; off my mine sorta....lets get to number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 2: Now this is a biggie......yeah yeah cheating husbands and the stupid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wifes&lt;/span&gt; who take them back is big but this is ridiculous.........&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I called to check on price of two of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescriptions&lt;/span&gt;......One was nice and cheap...$10.00 I can scrap that up. Then the second one I ALMOST CRAPPED MY PANTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;90 days $765.00 I said is that will your savers card? No she said its $602.00 with card. So then I said what does a 30 day one cost? She said $295.00 I said guess I wont be getting those refilled any time soon!!!!! GOOD LORD ARE THEY MADE OUTTA GOLD? CAUSE GOD IF THEY ARE WHY THEY HELL AM I SWALLOWING THEM?&lt;br /&gt;this so totally stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6590466224430117134?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6590466224430117134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6590466224430117134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6590466224430117134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6590466224430117134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-understand.html' title='I dont understand'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2033898423587371666</id><published>2011-01-06T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:41:55.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG ARE YOU KIDDING?</title><content type='html'>Ok....well looks like this year is gonna be a bitch! My oldest sister had taken my youngest sister to court over dad's estate. She lost. So now she has a new lawyer and my youngest sister now got a letter saying she has to stop selling dad's stuff. What? Are you kidding? DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT MONEY WOULD HELP US? just because your daughter lives in Calif and makes good money and her father is filthy rich and your not hurting either doesnt mean the rest of us arent. Im sorry but I didnt go out and "pose" for Playboy and make a small bundle. So geeze give us a break we are normal every day middle to lower class people. ok no one is normal but for god sake &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE DO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have to worry about money.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days Im gonna post A HNT post.....and one of these days I will laugh my butt off to believe I actually posted a HNT!&lt;br /&gt;But for everyone else who does HNT, HAPPY HNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2033898423587371666?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2033898423587371666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2033898423587371666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2033898423587371666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2033898423587371666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg-are-you-kidding.html' title='OMG ARE YOU KIDDING?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6694774187122561644</id><published>2010-12-30T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:50:56.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>year in review</title><content type='html'>Ok so this year has been a difficult one at best. My dad passed away in April...and that kinda set the mood for the whole year. Everything revolved around dad's estate(which btw hasnt been settled yet!)My oldest sister decieded to get a lawyer to fight my youngest sister being in charge of dad's estate. Well, oldest sister lost and youngest sister is working on selling everything as dad's will stated. Well almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;We took in dad's dog....who didnt bark, was almost blind in both eyes and had arthritis in his hind legs....common I guess in his breed.(he was part collie part german shepard) He loved his walks and would literally dance to go. He lasted a year and half with us before he passed. Oh now that was awful in its self but poor AJ...Buddy was kinda like his dog. He was very upset. Of course he asked if we could get another dog but we had to say not right now.&lt;br /&gt;In July Mr Gab got pushed right out of his job at Holiday. He was making more than the managers were and he was an Assistant Manager. He asked to be trained and moved up but they shoved him right out the door. Everyone said we should get a lawyer but where do you think the money will come from? Mr Gab did work an OTR job till they ran out of work. SO he's been putting in app's all over the place including driver for Pizza hut...........to NO avail!&lt;br /&gt;We lost the house and it will be sold in a sheriff's sale. We just have no means of coming up with over 10,000. to catch up the mortage...in fact they said oh we can re modify so you can afford your payments....they were over 1,200 when we started and after they re modified it was over 1,300. Now plz tell me how in the sam hell that got better? if we couldnt afford 1,200 how can we afford 1,300? so we lost our home of 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab still not working and weve run outta money. I guess next step is welfare. I dont want too Mr Gab doesnt want to but as long as no one is hiring what can we do? and what are we gonna do when they come knocking and say move out now? We have no money left for any kinda of 1st month rent nor deposit!&lt;br /&gt;Our christmas was bleak to say the least but we kept cheerful for the grandkids. ALL of whom were here.....YEP you read right ALL 8 grands were here....Kelley's mom has let us start seeing kelley again. In fact Ive had her all this week while she is off for christmas vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Our internet,cabletv and telephone is only on thanks to our youngest son....But I dont think he'll be able to keep that up much longer so any day now it could get shut off. Im not sure how I'll handle that....I LIVE FOR THE INTERNET! I play pogo, and facebook and I still bop over to my friends here on blogger world. Unfortunately some of my friends have decided to stop blogging and I will miss them and their keen wit! But I understand as I haven't written in awhile Ive been so angry that Ive been afraid to write for fear of going off the deep end. So I just came and went on other bloggers sites mostly not even leaving a comment (unless I couldn't help myself)&lt;br /&gt;I have dropped a lot of meds I need and so my health has been all over the place....I try to keep the main one which is for the heart/bloodpressure rest of them I just cant afford.... the heart one is almost 200.00 so I can do that one but heck now when I run out Im not sure what we will do.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab has taken copper and aluminum down to sell and that gives us a few bucks, he wanted to donate plasma but he has hep b so they wont take him.&lt;br /&gt;But with all my bad luck this year Im looking at 2011 as being a better year for us maybe this will be the year to move to FL? I can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEWS YEARS EVERYONE BE SAFE,HAPPY AND HEALTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6694774187122561644?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6694774187122561644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6694774187122561644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6694774187122561644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6694774187122561644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-in-review.html' title='year in review'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4059118440656276653</id><published>2010-12-25T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:44:28.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10..9..8..7...6...5...4..3..2....1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4059118440656276653?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4059118440656276653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4059118440656276653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4059118440656276653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4059118440656276653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/10987654321.html' title='10..9..8..7...6...5...4..3..2....1'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1817067076914151857</id><published>2010-12-07T11:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:25:20.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SORRY-BUT GO GREEN</title><content type='html'>So I have added a new link over to the right....but for some reason I cant get it to work properly. So if you would please copy it and put it in your browser just the way it is. Hubby and I have started to be more concerned about our planet and have started to "GO GREEN" here in our home. Hope you join us in the "GO GREEN" and check out this website. Plant a dozen trees lol.&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1817067076914151857?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1817067076914151857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1817067076914151857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1817067076914151857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1817067076914151857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sorry-but-go-green.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY-BUT GO GREEN'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2614923354160312942</id><published>2010-09-30T07:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:56:50.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEEN AN INTERESTING WEEK SO FAR</title><content type='html'>Well,I havent said much about it any where else because you know if you spread it around people will know.&lt;br /&gt;But so far this week has been interesting. Mr Gab left last Saturday.....he's driving again.....over the road (OTR). And so far no real problems, the kids and I have been scrubbing house top to bottom, Mr Gab wanted to know why we couldnt do it while he was still here....my only answer to that was IDK. It was like if he did work the rest of us did too and if he took the day off so did we. Our youngest son has been staying here and he said it was because his dad was "&lt;em&gt;in the way"&lt;/em&gt; Well, ok but the man lives here hello!!!! little man hasnt been very happy about grandpa being gone and OH OH OH neither has Lucky!!!!! There is no one who plays ball with Lucky quit like Mr Gab does. I try trust me I try but I dont throw it just the right way.....I swear I think I'm throwing it up really high and he jumps up and grabs it mid air and the drops back on the bed like hohum is that all you have!? I mean seriously that cat!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor on Tuesday I went to the arthritis doc. and my blood pressure is off the charts again! I think if I hadnt had little man with me they would have put me in the hospital. They really werent happy with me. They kept telling me that it was too high. The nurse even asked me it I had taken my pills that morning. I said yes I had. I usually take them around 7 am every day. and my appointment was at 9:45 am.&lt;br /&gt;Any ways.... I've talked several times to Mr Gab. It's kinda funny he calls me more now than when he was working close to home. LOL but really he calls to check to see what our bank is doing to see how I'm doing without him and so forth. He has spent the last three days in Florida. I keep telling him to look for a house for us. He told me one neighborhood had some houses for sale but they only had a sidewalk in between each house thats how close together they were he said you'd be in your house and "burp" or "pass gas" and the neighbors two houses down would say there they go again. Thats just a little to close lol. I mean here our house not only on a corner but there is enough space between our house and the neighbors that you could build a small house in between us. Now thats space. Even at our house in South Dakota we are on a corner and have space between our house and our neighbors. Of course  our farm has the most space!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab told me to "win" the lottery so we could buy a house in Florida. Yeah thats gonna happen. Well any way Mr Gab says he might be home this weekend.  So hey if you dont find me here or Facebook or Pogo well........I guess you know where I'll be and hey if the bedroom is busy stay away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2614923354160312942?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2614923354160312942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2614923354160312942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2614923354160312942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2614923354160312942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/been-interesting-week-so-far.html' title='BEEN AN INTERESTING WEEK SO FAR'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-391678393398814943</id><published>2010-09-01T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:04:45.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD COME TO THIS</title><content type='html'>Well actually I did. All though our married life I bought stuff... Oh you know the kind of stuff....collections, rings, what ever I thought at that time that I just had to have. I still enjoy alot of my "STUFF" but now here's the kicker.. I was packing some of my stuff to move with us when we go. There was certain stuff I really wanted to keep. Take for example my snow globes. I love those things. I have some unusual ones. and some that are just cute. So I packed them all away using a ton of bubble wrap, making sure I put them some place that wont get cold so they don't freeze and break. Then I had an epiphany! Ok so first I'm thinking I have to have a place to put these. then I m thinking what are they really good for? and the last thing that really got me thinking about keeping these snow globes, is all they do is collect dust and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hate to dust. So I sat there thinking so why do I really want to keep them? I couldn't come up with a good reason, so I said ok I'm gonna look at them see if maybe I'd like to keep just a couple and sell the rest. After all we are pretty broke even though Mr Gab has been doing some work. But before I got started doing that I started thinking of some other stuff I could get rid of. Like I have a "Sh**" load of rings. I cant wear most of them because of my arthritis.  So I went through them last night and off to the pawn shop we went. I got more than I expected yet less than I expected. I had a diamond solitare ring that an old boyfriend gave me and I figured that alone should have been 200. But nope that was about 75.00 Mr Gab had want to get estimates from at least 3 places but that one took so long that we both said ok we will take your deal. I started to cry cause in away those rings meant something to me but like I said I cant even wear them so whats the point of having them? So there was my start. Then I started to think of other "STUFF" I have in collections and thought the same thing why do I want them are they doing any good by having them and do I really need them. my answer was I dont need them they dont do me any good and lets sell them too. That dust factor came up alot. and so did we are really broke. So with that in mind alot of stuff is going to be put up on either ebay or craigslist. Now mind you stuff that came from my grandmother or my mom I'm keeping no matter what. That to me does have a reason. I can come up with lots of reasons as to why I need them. My snowglobes not so much. I have resigned myself to I really dont need this stuff any more and I really dont know why I thought I did but maybe now selling them I can make some money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-391678393398814943?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/391678393398814943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=391678393398814943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/391678393398814943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/391678393398814943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-thought-it-would-come-to-this.html' title='I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD COME TO THIS'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-238744851248950992</id><published>2010-08-25T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:33:22.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER ONE</title><content type='html'>So remember on the 13th it was my sisters birthday? Well that sister's daughter has a birthday today sooo it true Gab fashion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and many more! love aunt g!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wow it's funny because this neice is now 15! OMG 15. but ok thats whats not really the funny part. The funny part is my oldest grandson will also be 15 this year just in Nov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So when my neice was born and then 3 months later my frist grandbaby was born whew I was busy. I was trying to spoil them both. i was trying to put myself into the poor house then I think. But see I couldnt not spoil M just because I had Tj now. I had spoiled M's brothers (rotten I think lol I got them lots of those gameboy games they wanted even when I just bought them one) So I had to also spoil her and now a grandson! now mind you I think the grandson got a little more than my neice did.  BUT the thing that realllllllllllyyyyy puts both these kids on top of the world is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they get to drive soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My neice has already taken driver's school. My grandson has driven my car (with me teaching him) . He will do the school this next year or maybe in next few months after school starts. I to a point am looking forwards to my grandson driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG DID I REALLY SAY THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I can hear it now my kids are dropping their mouths and going "mother you've gotten soft in your old age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See because when it was time for each of my kids to start thinking of driving I said OH HELL NO NOT TILL YOUR 21!!! now here my grandson is only goingto be 15 and Im already teaching him. One reason I am ok with is it is then I can send him to the store and I can sit home. Or he can drive me and I can sit back and relax! It's kinda funny I never thought in those terms with my own kids I was jumpy nervous and definitely not calm. But with my grandson it like whats the big deal?  And as for my neice? As long as I cant see her driving Im ok. But should I see her I probably freak! I swear theres something wrong with me. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-238744851248950992?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/238744851248950992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=238744851248950992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/238744851248950992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/238744851248950992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-one.html' title='ANOTHER ONE'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-8043207613854980869</id><published>2010-08-19T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:12:25.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PUBLIC SERVIE MESSAGE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hey everyone are you thinking of added  a new furry member to your family? If so checkout my newest link to the right Scotts Puppy Palace! They have some of the cutest little guys and gals Ive ever seen and they are pretty reasonably priced!!!! So if your looking to add or maybe not looking but just want to see Click on the link and go see all the cuteies they have and maybe you will fall in love and want one for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my favorite dream again last night. Oooooh and it was almost like it was happening. It starts out with this delivery truck pulling up to my house. A guy jumps out and comes to the house with a envelope. He tells me he has a package for a Gale......... and he needs my ID. So I get my drivers license and show it to him. He takes the little wand thingy and scans my license. Then he takes another do hickey thing out and says he needs my thumb print. So he takes my thumb print and runs it through a machine and a green light pops on and he says ok sign here and its yours. After all that I'm like WTH is in the package. I shut the door and go sit in my chair and start to open it. There I find this cashiers check for $10,000.00. I look at it again then start to scream "what are you kidding where did this come from" Of course the very first thing I do is pay off this house and then pay all and I do mean all of my bills off. Whew that's a relief. Then I split the rest up and either buy bonds or put it into CD's. Then I sit back and dream of what to do with some of the money. I do take some and build a house on my grandparents farm which my dad left to me. I think of buying a spot in Florida and buying a boat. A BIG BOAT cause I wanna sail around to every where I can. I buy some new clothes (after all most of the ones I own now are about 25 yrs old) But I just don't go crazy.  I do let Mr Gab get a new truck after all he's been driving junkers for so many years now that he most definitely deserves a new vehicle. But the biggest item I buy is Motor home. Then I drive around the country to all blogger friends and have a party at each and every blogger friends house. It's such a great dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this Blog yesterday morning before we left to get our oldest grandson. We had to drive up to Hibbing to get him and that's about a four hour drive. We left around 12:30. we got back here around 10pm. We stopped in Milac Lakes to eat at the casino. Our grandson didnt want to come in because he's only 14 and there are signs every where saying no one under 18 allowed in the casino floor. We finally convinced him it was ok we were only going to go eat not play. Then a little girl who was about 10 came out so he figured it was ok to go in to eat. The buffet was pretty good. Our grandson was impressed by the lake. Milac is the biggest lake in MN.  We finally got home and I crashed big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was doing good till I took a tumble across the kitchen floor.  I hurt my legs pretty bad. My back is also not doing very good. sooo we will have to see how badly its going to be. right now my legs are getting stiff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8043207613854980869?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8043207613854980869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8043207613854980869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8043207613854980869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8043207613854980869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3594235093712517839</id><published>2010-08-13T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:30:57.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FRIDAY THE 13TH AND MY SISTER'S BD</title><content type='html'>ITS THAT TIME AGAIN.....SO IN TRUE GAB FASHION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SIS&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep it may be friday the 13th but its also my baby (oops sorry sis I forgot)sister's birthday. so just like any other time I blog about it and I text her and this year I bragged about it on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remember a little anidote to tell you all about her when she was little to go along with this birthday wish but I really couldn't remember anything new (the mind is going I think).&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanted to say Happy Birthday sis I love you and wish I was closer to spend time with you on your day, but your gonna have to just accept this blog and Facebook and the text as me being your pain in the butt sister letting everyone know it's your birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3594235093712517839?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3594235093712517839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3594235093712517839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3594235093712517839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3594235093712517839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-friday-13th-and-my-sisters-bd.html' title='IT&apos;S FRIDAY THE 13TH AND MY SISTER&apos;S BD'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-499423689411568009</id><published>2010-08-11T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:59:08.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Gab can drive you crazy if you let him.....</title><content type='html'>So Mr Gab has now been home about 3 weeks,with about 3 trucking jobs to talk about. 1 for the actual company that he left Holiday for.&lt;br /&gt;So for the most part he's here at home on the internet while we still have it. He has checked out places to get help for my prescriptions, at home jobs and going back to school. If I thought our phone rang off the hook before I was sadly mistaken,now it rangs just about ever 5 secs.About the time the answering machine picks up and they either leave a message or not the next call comes through.&lt;br /&gt;The only really good thing is all the work here on the house is now finally getting done. The new doors on each room looks great. He has helped me finish the dishes (i can load dishwasher but all pots and pans and anything else that cant go in dishwasher I gotta leave for someone else) He washed and dryed all the clothes and I put them all away(I cant find any of my t-shirts I wear cause I put them away)Some of the other things that Ive been waiting for Mr Gab to get around to are getting done. So yeah its good that he's not working but not so good for paying the bills getting my pills or even buying food. We are talking about food stamps something we've only had to do one other time since we've been married. Mr Gab has applied for unemployment again something we've only had to do at least twice before. Mr Gab has called my lawyer to find out whats happening with my lawsuit for the lady who ran the red light 2 years ago. He said he would check into some stuff and call back ....ummmmm that was also 3 weeks ago. I also have talked it over with Mr Gab and pretty much decieded some how we've gotta get a lawyer to fight for my disability for SSI. And in the middle of all of this we are still waiting to see what will happen with my dad's estate. UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-499423689411568009?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/499423689411568009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=499423689411568009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/499423689411568009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/499423689411568009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mr-gab-can-drive-you-crazy-if-you-let.html' title='Mr Gab can drive you crazy if you let him.....'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7575458655268874978</id><published>2010-08-03T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:17:53.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much has been going on</title><content type='html'>That I really dont know where to start. So lets just start at what I last remember.&lt;br /&gt;About 3 weeks ago, hubby decieded he was going to change jobs. So he went to Walbon's to see if they had any work. They said yes, this was their busiest season. And they were so short on drivers. So he had drug test done again he didnt need a physical because it was just a year ago that he had one done and that was still good. So Mr Gab. put in his two week notice at Holiday and got ready to drive. His last day aat Holiday was a morning shift 6:30am to 2:30pm. So he wouldnt be tired the next day for his new driving job. We were sitting down to dinner when phone rang. It was Walbon's and the job that was set up for the next day had been canceled and they didnt have any thing else for him. so here he sits day after day searching for another trucking job. We did have a friend who owns his own firm call him to take a weekend job for him so he could have a weekend off. Mr Gab took the job. Thing is with him not working I have no insurance for my meds. AND OMG ARE THEY EXPENSIVE. So I pray every day for him to find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the mix......My cousin whom I haven't been getting along with her daughter who was 25 and just had a baby and just got married, got sick. She went into the hospital complaining about a headache. So they gave her meds for migraine, but they were talking about doing a spinal tap. But she started to feel better after they gave her the meds so they sent her home thinking she had a migraine.(our family suffers from migraines) Next day she went back in sicker yet. they were going to fly her to another hospital for better care but she was too sick for the flight. &lt;br /&gt;Then the worse possible thing happened she died. 25 years old. BRAND NEW BABY BRAND NEW HUBBY. and she was gone. They did the autopsy and found she did have spinal meningitis. OMG! SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to the funeral even though I ask my cousin if she would be upset if I was there. I was so tired from staying up the night before caring for the grandkids. I fell asleep and missed it. &lt;br /&gt;So all in all it has been busy here. I come and read blogs I sometimes leave a message and some times either laugh or cry to myself. The simplest things, be them funny or not I end up crying. Life just doesn't seem fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again we are facing loosing this house. They did the remodifcation only to keep the amount of the loan at 1,400.00. which is what we told them to begin with he couldnt afford. So because they didnt drop the amount we are again today 4 months behind. They promised all good things lower amount lower intrest and they didnt follow through. it all stayed the same. what kind of help was that? oh yes they were gonna save our house for us, yep they were. righttttttt!  So in the middle of all this jumble we are trying to find money to move back to South Dakota. The reason we will go back there is when we bought that house in 1999 we used all of Mr Gab's 401k money to pay for that house out right. We were keeping this house and renting it so that we could have extra money. After all this is the 1st house we bought when we were first married. So we figured we would live in South Dakota and rent out this house and yeah all would be good.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what happened right? no ok let me tell you. We moved out there because I've always loved South Dakota my dad grew up there and we have a family farm. Dad left me part of the farm so I wanted to be out there. But that house was in no shape to live in so we bought a house in town. We thought we would get a house in town live there in the winters and in the summer we would live in our trailer. it worked out fine. Then in 2004 dad had a heart attack and I came back here to care for him. I moved in with dad in Feb. In may on mother's day I gotta call from the police here in Bloomington telling me to bring a camera. My renters wrecked this house. it was a mess. no doors some of the windows were broken and couldnt close. Oooooohhhh it was awful. When dad and I had a falling out about why I was there careing for him we moved back down here to this house and been here ever since. We have since been slowly fixing this house to try to sell this time then of course the housing market dropped. UGH when it rains it pours!&lt;br /&gt;So there you go....all the stuff thats been going on since I posted my new hair doo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7575458655268874978?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7575458655268874978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7575458655268874978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7575458655268874978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7575458655268874978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-has-been-going-on.html' title='So much has been going on'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3131770035591904140</id><published>2010-06-05T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:35:19.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/TAp8keaamZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/StP503NbtJE/s1600/cp1950523001240%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479328862730623378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/TAp8keaamZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/StP503NbtJE/s200/cp1950523001240%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/TAp8QQPReHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/LvSWJgxi62o/s1600/me+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479328515328407666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/TAp8QQPReHI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/LvSWJgxi62o/s200/me+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;picture 2 after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture 1 before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its messy in pic 2 but you get the idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3131770035591904140?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3131770035591904140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3131770035591904140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3131770035591904140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3131770035591904140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/TAp8keaamZI/AAAAAAAAA5g/StP503NbtJE/s72-c/cp1950523001240%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3231989096248330865</id><published>2010-06-04T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:12:35.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello its me</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back......sorta. My dad's death has hit me harder than I expected. I lost my mom back in 1996 and I didn't think I'd ever get over her death. Mom and I weren't real close per-say but I would call her several times a day just to talk to her. And when I was upset I would call her and talk until I calmed down and realised  hey it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. For excample.......&lt;br /&gt;I really really wanted a mercury Topaz. I don't really remember why I wanted that perticular car but I did. we finally found one we could afford and bought it. I drove that car like I was the queen and every one better move on out of my way. Then came the day about 3 months after we bought the car when I needed a new belt. Mr. Gab was grumbling on having to spend money on the car but got the belt. He had just installed it when he got called from his job and had to go to work in Wisconsin. He asked do you wanna go with? I'm like sure. So we left our kids at home ( they were teen agers) and took off for Wisconsin. Mr Gab has a lead foot, and drove quickly to the job. we got to his job and he went in to work and I sat in the car reading a book and enjoying just being there. I'm not sure how late it was when he finally came out but I was starving. Mr Gab Had said same thing when he got into the car. So he told me we would drive over to where he knew there was a Hardees. We got our food and got back on the road. Now because we were no longer in a hurry Mr Gab drove slower. We hadnt even unwrapped our food when outta the ditch came a deer. Mr Gab tried to miss it but couldnt. Now this deer hit hard and I do mean hard. I heard the glass break, but I didnt know which window broke. AND I dont know why but I had covered my head with my arms closed my eyes and kinda ducked down just as we hit. When our car came to a stop I slowly sat up and looked around. It was dark and no other cars seemed to be on the road. Then all of a sudden I remembered Mr Gab and asked if he was ok. He said yes, and asked if I was ok I said yes. I knew I was covered in glass so I reached up and touched the windsheild fully expecting it to be gone. It wasn't even cracked. Then I reached up to my side window and discovered that it was gone. Mr Gab went out to look for the deer but couldnt find it. We sat there for a bit and realised no one was coming by.( we didnt have a cell at that time) Mr Gab said there was a gas station up the road and he said if the car starts we will head there. It started. we slowly drove up the the shoulder of the road and made it to the top of the exit ramp before the car gave up the ghost. We managed to cost down into the parking lot. Then Mr Gab went in to call the police and also to ask the guy if there was someone who could tow us home. I went to the phone and called my mom. When she answered I burst into tears and was hysterical ,said we had hit a deer and my car the car I had wanted to damn badly was gone, totalled. The I babbled about the money we just wasted putting in the new belt and now we didnt even have a car. AND MY MOM SAID TO ME well at least your alive and so is MR Gab. Well, yes but I lost my car. I'm not sure how many times mom had to repeat that before I caught on. But I finally calmed down and figured out what she was saying. THEN CAME THE BIGGER SHOCK.......&lt;br /&gt;when the police finally got there to take the report, he told us that looking at the car and damage that he figured that when we hit the deer the deer rotated some how and kicked out my window. The side mirror was on Mr Gab's side of the car on the floor and the way the front window was still there yet the front end was smashed, he said had I not ducked his hoof would have hit me in the temple and killed me. Talk about angels watching over me. He also told us it had to be really big to do the damage it had done. But when he went looking for the deer even way out into the field he couldnt find it. But see little tings like me loosing my car had me so upset but mom kept telling me but I was alive. Who cares about a car it can be replaced but I cant. It took me a bit but it finally sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;Now that my dad has passed....I have realised I have no parents...... I am almost 56. Mr Gab is 59 1 year away from 60. And I dont know why but that bugs me alot.&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing I think I didnt appreciate my parents when they were alive as I should have. And now its too late to tell them that.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is.......just about every night since dad passes Ive had dreams about both of them and my uncle who is dad's brother and my favorite. This week I had two unbelieveable ones. On Monday night I went to bed covered in my blanket and quilt. I'm sleeping and all of a sudden I break out laughing uncontrollably.... I mean I just couldnt stop. When I finally got my breath back and calmed down I got so cold that I started to shake. Here I am totally wrapped and warm and now freezing. Then it happened a second time that night. Tuesday night I had a nightmare. I was trying to scream in my dream but couldnt seem to get the sound out. The more I tried the more nothing came out. Mr Gab woke me up and said I was crying in my sleep. I said no screaming. He said well go to sleep. But before I could fall asleep I got cold again.....freezing cold to the point I was shaking and shivering. Then it passed. When Mr Gab got home at 12 am on weds, I was still up I was too afraid to go to sleep.That night I pleaded with my mom and dad to let me alone that night I needed sleep. And I didnt have any dreams.....MY sister C did on the other hand. So I tried again on Thursday night and again I had a good night. I also told my mom and dad if they had something they wanted me to know to please just tell me and not scare me to death or laugh me to death.&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how it goes tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3231989096248330865?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3231989096248330865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3231989096248330865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3231989096248330865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3231989096248330865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-its-me.html' title='hello its me'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1946279826809920469</id><published>2010-04-10T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:56:54.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADJUSTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/S8EpjJPhmtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/v8c-mQy_mUk/s1600/blackribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458689907102948050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/S8EpjJPhmtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/v8c-mQy_mUk/s200/blackribbon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed this from VE although I made a few changes. To me this Black Ribbon means death. I have just suffered through my dad's passing. Only to learn that my big bro may be next. He is very sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I am still adjusting to my dad no longer being with us, Im preparing myself just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems really strange that I now can no longer call either of my parents. But in exchange for picking up the phone dialing and talking to them I just open my mouth and talk, just praying they are listening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have questions why of course. We all know he was old as he had just turned 91. But he was a tough old bird and never let anything get to him. This man is one who would eat garlic (the whole clove) and rub vicks on his head in hopes of regrowing his hair, and keeping busy even though it was getting harder to walk. He has a brother in South Dakota who is 101. I was positive that dad would live that long as well. He would never let this brother out do him in anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one reason its so hard to believe he gave up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I console myself knowing that he is finally with mom. And maybe just maybe he finally got to meet his dad who died when my dad was only a year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P. Dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you and will miss you very much. I hope you and mom are now up there watching over the rest of us till we get there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1946279826809920469?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1946279826809920469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1946279826809920469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1946279826809920469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1946279826809920469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/adjusting.html' title='ADJUSTING'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/S8EpjJPhmtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/v8c-mQy_mUk/s72-c/blackribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2197054561622092893</id><published>2010-04-05T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:12:24.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Last night every 2 hrs I was up giving my dad his meds. @ 9:30 am when Mr. Gab got home from a doctors appointment, I asked him to keep an eye on my dad so I could grab a nap. I had been asleep about 10 mins when Mr Gab woke me to tell me my dad had passed. So dear blogger friends I will not be posting for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2197054561622092893?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2197054561622092893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2197054561622092893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2197054561622092893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2197054561622092893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6404454123003453611</id><published>2010-04-04T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:22:14.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>short but not necessarily sweet</title><content type='html'>First the good note:&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY EASTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now the not so good note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  one is short its one I don't necessarily want to write either.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is dying. Here in my home.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is 91 so he has had a good long life.&lt;br /&gt;yet I don't want him to go.&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad despite all the things "bad" that hes done to me.&lt;br /&gt;He has made me strong. He has made me a fighter. He has given me a soft heart. And he has in his own way given me love.&lt;br /&gt;Dad showed me how to be a carpenter I can go out and hit the nail on the head and not my fingers although I have done that time to time&lt;br /&gt;dad tried to show me how to work on cars so I could fix my own......I can change a tire, check the oil and add if needed but thats about it now since most cars now a days have computer chips in them.&lt;br /&gt;Dad showed me what the value of old things could be if kept nice Dont throw nothing away.&lt;br /&gt;Dad taught me to drive and eat a piece of fried chicken with out ending up in a ditch or hitting someone else. (i'll tell you that story later)&lt;br /&gt;dad is dad! everyone has one somewhere. Either in their lives or not they do have a dad. And its a possiblity their dad has passed too.&lt;br /&gt;In my head  I know its time. But in  heart I want my daddy to stay a while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6404454123003453611?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6404454123003453611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6404454123003453611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6404454123003453611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6404454123003453611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-but-not-necessarily-sweet.html' title='short but not necessarily sweet'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-28645781599805179</id><published>2010-03-13T21:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:33:55.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Yesterday March 12th was my dad's 91st birthday. Mr Gab and I drove out to see him and was met there by my youngest sister and her oldest son. Dad slept almost the whole time we were there, but the nurse had told us he had both PT and OT just that morning.&lt;br /&gt;Today March 13th Is our daughter's xx Birthday. Yeah Im being both nice and well ok lets get to the real point! Im not sure how old she is today. I think hummm I think 33 but wait let me check 2010 minus 1977 yes she is 33 today. Which means my oldest son is 35 till Oct and youngest son is 31 till Oct. This is the point when they are all odd numbers. Then in Oct 2 of them will be even and then next march they all 3 will be even till oct again! In a way thats how I keep them sorta straight.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lets do this all up right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TONYA&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;and many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo to you both Love your daughter and your mom respectfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-28645781599805179?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/28645781599805179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=28645781599805179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/28645781599805179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/28645781599805179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2864377789132103786</id><published>2010-03-08T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:44:11.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars the red carpet</title><content type='html'>I did not watch the Oscars. I wanted to but I let my son and grandson play the PS2 on my Tv.&lt;br /&gt;So today they have the best and worst of dresses. Well I guess the first thing I must say is good thing Im not rating these dresses. Now don't get me wrong most of the dresses were FAB! But on the wrong people I think. For example Miley Cyrus. That  dress is too grown up for her and too bland. A Little colour would have been better. Jennifer Lopez her dress was ok till you got to her hips. Now most woman want small butts but this dress made Jennifer look like she had a mile wide butt. (sorry Jennifer) Meryl Streep Had on a beautiful white dress that was great till you got to that dip in the front which looks like it belonged in back and on someone who had the chest to support it. Mo'Nique had a very beautiful dress on. And I believed it was a great choice for her. WTG Mo'Nique. But the dress that Gabourey Sidibe made her look like a Hugh plum. She should have worn black. Vera Farmiga had one of the most beautiful dresses but she seemed to be lacking color in her face (which is surprising to me since I use no make up but I think a little something would have make her look less like a ghost wearing a Fab dress.) Im afraid I would have given D's or F's on some of the dresses that got A's on. I guess Im not a very good judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2864377789132103786?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2864377789132103786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2864377789132103786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2864377789132103786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2864377789132103786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-red-carpet.html' title='Oscars the red carpet'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2889662984514288738</id><published>2010-03-06T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:19:05.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days</title><content type='html'>There are some days I wonder how I function. I wasn't very good in school sorry to say I had a lot of F's. Although I did get some C's and D's. Now here's a surprise my senior year I had mainly A's. WTF!? Well ok the counselor told me if I didn't buckle down and get better grades I would not graduate. So ok I started to turn in my work instead of saying the dog ate it, or the wind was strong walking to school today and ripped it out of my hands and blew away I just couldn't catch it. But I had art that year. I can't draw worth crap!!! And then I had the most obnoxious teacher! Oh how I &lt;em&gt;disliked him!!!&lt;/em&gt; so much so it was a true hatred. I could not stand the man. I would sit in class and take that F! I refused and I do mean refused to do any work! and guess what? I passed with an A! Now I'm sure your asking how can that be? Its true I passed with an A. How did I do it? lol its kinda funny in a way. We were doing silver. making jewelry. He said one day I wish we had some polished rocks That would make your jewelry look very nice instead of plain. And I raised my hand. He looked very surprised and said ok Gale what do you have to say? And I replied my dad polishes rocks. He looked totally amazed. And he asked would he sell us some? I said I could ask and let you know tomorrow. He agreed. I asked my dad my dad was more than willing to sell some to our class. I told our teacher and he made arrangements to go with me to my home and get some polished rocks. They ended up buying 2 coffee cans full(large cans). Now I never did do any of the assignments in art class but because I told them wh&lt;img class="gl_italic" border="0" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;ere to get polished rocks to improve the other kids jewelry I passed.&lt;br /&gt;Now why is it important to tell you all this? Because I'm having trouble with my grandkids. They don't like school. And they have heard the story before about me and how badly I did and still graduated. But I tell them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;school today is much different than when I went and the world is in a whole different spot than when I went to school. you need to learn more do more and pay attention to what is going on. with to days every day changing faster and faster technology moving faster you need to learn everything you can in school to keep up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab thinks it was wrong that I told them how bad I was in school while they are still in grade school. He said I should have waited till they had graduated before telling them. I thought I was telling them be smarter than grandma was.&lt;br /&gt;So we do a little fighting with the grandkids to get them to understand school is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2889662984514288738?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2889662984514288738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2889662984514288738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2889662984514288738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2889662984514288738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-days.html' title='Some days'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1632343631277658905</id><published>2010-03-02T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:18:41.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>is it real or fake?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the doctors office this morning and this woman came in and sat next to me. First thing I noticed was her nails. I myself just got mine done. Yes I have fake nails. Because of everything going on here with my dad, kids and grandkids I was bitting them to the quick. So Mr. Gab surprised me the other day and told me there was this nail place  down close to where he worked and said would you like to get your nails done? Silly question. My hands looks bad with my nails all chewed yet I just couldnt stop myself. But this lady had about 5 inch nails. She sat down and said ooooh I like that color what is it? I said moving to montana. I said I like yours. Now trust me I was wondering how the heck (insert h*l* there) she used her cell, which she was typing away on. Then she goes for reasons unknown to me my hair is dyed my real color is red(she was a blond) and my true eye color is brown( I looked but couldnt tell so she said they were blue now, the wonders of color contacts) as she got up to go in for her appointment she goes with a little sneaky smile and the breast are fake too!&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you I would never tell a complete stranger all the info she shared with me. Another person fairly close to me said "Yeah and I bet she was born a man too"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and though yeah I bet! I was soon chatting with my nurse and she said she had seen me talking with Karen before her appointment. She assured me she was a woman and her problem was how not to share personal information. Again to much information I didnt ask for.&lt;br /&gt;When my appointment was over I had to rush home grab my oldest grandson and take him to his Doctors appointment. As I was waiting with him, for some reason I started to look at others and wonder if anything about them was fake.&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand Ive never colored my hair.....high-lighted it not colored and its a dark drab brown, my eyes are my eyes...... brown,my nails yes they are fake.....and my breast......are all mine!&lt;br /&gt;I wondered most of today why woman and yes even some men do these things to them selfs? I also wondered why woman would lie about their age as someday the truth will come out. Me? Im too honest I tell every one my real age.&lt;br /&gt;So what did I leave out? Nothing Im as real as you can get.......and on my next birthday I will be XX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol just kidding I will 56!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1632343631277658905?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1632343631277658905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1632343631277658905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1632343631277658905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1632343631277658905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-real-or-fake.html' title='is it real or fake?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4935194624710691171</id><published>2010-02-14T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:42:31.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M TAKING THIS ONE DAY OFF OF BITCHING AND JUST TO SAY ONE THING TO ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS AND FAMILY MEMBERS IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                               HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                 SHARING THE LOVE TO ALL TO DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4935194624710691171?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4935194624710691171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4935194624710691171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4935194624710691171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4935194624710691171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7374614115327418825</id><published>2010-02-13T14:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:03:57.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YES I AM</title><content type='html'>You probably know or maybe not, know that I am a big time cat lover. Ive had a cat in my life since I was 2. My first cat trusted me so much that I used to carry her by her neck. Now remember I was 2. But even after I was old enough to carry her the right way I often still carried her by her neck. When I was old enough to read BIG words I read all about cats. In our school library they had several books about cats. So after awhile most people asked me questions about their cats. Now I'm not claiming I'm an expert on cats but I come pretty damn close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend from way way back (3rd grade) called me the other day and started to talk to me about the new kitten she got. She was talking away and I had part of my ear there listening while I was trying to keep grandkids settled when all of a sudden I caught what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"my kittens whiskers were so long that I took a pair of scissors and cut them all the way down to her nose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"what" I screamed into the phone "are you kidding me? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never ever cut cats whiskers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" why" she asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Are you kidding me? Ok wait a second while I catch my breath. Ok now listen to me very carefully! You never cut their whiskers no matter how long they get. even if they stick out farther than the cats body!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Their whiskers are how they tell how wide a spot is so they know wheather or not they will fit though that spot. So if their whiskers arent long enough they will think its ok to go through a spot and possibably get stuck. their whiskers are like a ruler"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"oh" she says "so if they are cut close to their noses they will get stuck?" she asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "yes  they could" I tell her rolling my eyes thinking didnt I just say that?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"well what about the whiskers up above their eyes can you cut those?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"no no no" I tell her "dont cut any of their whiskers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our conversation covered more stuff like triming nails what way would be best. What about cat nip do you give that to cats and how much in a day that kinda stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all was said and done I guess you could say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes I am an expert on cats!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7374614115327418825?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7374614115327418825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7374614115327418825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7374614115327418825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7374614115327418825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-i-am.html' title='YES I AM'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4300914783629566193</id><published>2010-02-12T15:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:13:16.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things move</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here after having the first injection in my back and feel pretty good. So what do I do? Over do it. I go and load the dishwasher and thought wow I haven't done the whole dishwasher in 5 yrs all at one time. Before shot I would load bowls on top go sit for 5-10 minutes. Come back load glasses, go sit. Do plates go sit do silverware go sit add anything else that would fit go sit. Now I could come add detergent, turn the dial and go sit. Now though I had to sit about half and hour. But usually I couldn't sit even that long I'd have to get up and walk a little like down to bathroom or my bedroom or just to other end of house. Then of course I had to sit again. This would go on all day some days I couldn't even get more than dishes done. Some days I would walk down the stairs to do laundry and wouldn't be able to pick my feet up for 2-3 days and shuffle around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Then I washed rest of dishes by hand. I still was feeling good. Ok lets bend over and clean out cat litter. Yep still feel good lets scrub bathroom. And vacuum the living room and my bedroom and oh there is a little snow on sidewalk lets go shovel that.&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW? Now I hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I got one of those little shock electric thingys that I hook up in the spot that hurts. Hummmm how can I do my back and legs and arms all at same time with only 4 leads? I cant I need to put all 4 on my back. Then I was silly and wasn't watching the numbers while I was setting it and next thing I knew I had it up to 5.0 and OW that hurt worse than me over doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I notice that one certain spot in my back hurts all the time. Its not a strong pain its mild but I do notice it.&lt;br /&gt;I go next week Friday for another injection. You can be sure that I will not repeat what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I will take it easy and slow.&lt;br /&gt;My lawyer is still working on getting a settlement for me. But because of the newest problem he was waiting to see how these injections do.&lt;br /&gt;So now its been 1 yrs 4 months since the accident. I so hope something works cause I don't wanna have to do these shots very often.&lt;br /&gt;I also went to physical Therapy and they found something in my neck that isn't suppose to be there so when I go back in 2 weeks they probably will need to do an MRI on my neck.  All I know is she found it brought in another doctor to confirm that it wasnt suppose to be there. and said can you feel that when I move it and does it hurt. To which said yes and not really. So I will let you know what they find in 2 weeks time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4300914783629566193?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4300914783629566193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4300914783629566193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4300914783629566193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4300914783629566193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-move.html' title='things move'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-8177321362976592401</id><published>2010-02-07T14:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:50:55.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY I THINK WE ARE HAVING A BREAKTHROUGH</title><content type='html'>If I had the money, the ways, and means of supporting this cause I would be in the #1 spot and screaming as loudly as possible. What is it you ask? Well its the word I hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our St Paul Pioneer Press paper today was an article saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'RETARDED' VANISHING FROM LAWS , MEDICAL BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its about damn time. Ive hated that word for many many years. I would not let my kids or grandkids use that word around me. That was one of the reasons my grandkids came up with re-re.&lt;br /&gt;That word has been thrown at our family many many times, not just because of my middle sister but me as well and sometimes my youngest sister. (well if one is retarded you all must be)&lt;br /&gt;And like I said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE THAT WORD!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; BIG TIME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the paper said it was about time to change......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes it is should have been done many years ago. But I guess I gotta be happy that it is being done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little back ground if you are a new reader or if you have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the oldest of dad's second marriage. I was 5 when my sister D was born. There were some little things to let us know right away she was "different". Then came the day mom and dad took her to the doctors because she choked every time she tried to drink her bottle and was loosing weight. After all was said and done they had an answer. My sister D was Mentally retarded and had Cerebrel Palsey. I watched my mom and dad crumble. Never in my whole entire 5 yrs had I ever witness my mom and dad in so much pain. From that min on my sister D's life became a whirl wind of treatments. Mom and dad had to turn her head for her to loosen her neck (she later had surgery to cut the cord in her neck) They had to take her legs and push them to make it like she was riding a bike. They had to bend her hands, back and forth to keep muscles loose. Her one eye lid was longer than it should be, she used her finger to open it up so she could see  so they took her in and had part of it cut away. Now it doesn't close all the way like ours do but it opens all the way. She also had a hole in her heart which was called Rheumatic Fever. So she had to take meds for that. She still choked every time she ate so we kept a bucket by the table when we ate. My sister D was 4 when my sister C was born. Both came home from the hospital the same day. Mom was holding baby C when D came home mom showed her the baby and D hauled off and hit her. lol. She didn't mean to I know but it sure scared baby C. Then Mom said to me G you are gonna have to help me. I said Ok. She then handed me baby C and said your gonna have to take care of her for me. So at 9 years of age I became an instant mom. It wasn't too bad cause mom was there if I really needed her but I can only think of one time I had to ask for help. I had put in the first diaper pin and was attempting to put in pin 2 but she was crying so much and wiggling. SO mom came to check and found I had pinned the diaper to the baby's skin. Ooooh I cryed so much cause I didn't mean to hurt my baby sister. My mom tried to console me and to reassure me that it sometimes happens and she has done it too. But it took me almost 2 hours to really calm down.&lt;br /&gt;I also made sure that I played with my sister D alot. She loves to play Catch with a beach ball. And she really enjoys playing with a deck of cards. She doesnt have a real game just one she made up. Only she knows the rules and only she knows how to play. But the two of us could still play cards together. I would aske her to find me a King and she would find it. Not always on the first time but after awhile she got good at finding the right card first time asked.&lt;br /&gt;There were many times though that I no longer wanted to play with either one of them and thats why my dad really got down on me and yelled &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at least you have legs to walk , run and play your sister has to sit here and wait for someone to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talk about guilt trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister D had to wear leg braces. Full leg braces. And she needed a wheelchair to get around in.&lt;br /&gt;I think she was almost 5 before she really learned to crawl. it wasnt like a babys crawl though cause when she would it was almost a leap when she was moving, arms first then legs she didnt move one leg then the other they both went at the same time. some times she looked so funny doing it and like I said it was more like a frog leap than a crawl.&lt;br /&gt;She also took awhile to learn how to use a fork. But to this day she still uses her hands and fingers the most.&lt;br /&gt;So now you know some of my sister D's life but most of all you now know WHAT I HATE THE MOST That &lt;em&gt;word!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8177321362976592401?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8177321362976592401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8177321362976592401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8177321362976592401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8177321362976592401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-i-think-we-are-having.html' title='FINALLY I THINK WE ARE HAVING A BREAKTHROUGH'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6722505700111555438</id><published>2010-02-03T15:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:48:43.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm am so pissed &lt;em&gt;again!&lt;/em&gt; Why oh why are some family members such a pain in the azz?  Do you know I have honestly put this family member totally out of my life and forgotten them and gone on with my life. ONLY TO HAVE IT THROWN AT ME BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I swear, they cant possibly have a life, cause they are too busy sticking their nose in mine. That's gotta mean my life must be interesting. And here I thought we were boring. Anyways the thing that gets me the most is that not only do they stick their noses into our lives but then go on to tell other family members that really don't have to know anything! AND of course they always make us out to be the bad people!  Then I put into the mix my grandchildren who fight so much that it makes my blood pressure soar to the point I just wanna run away. Then throw in my youngest son who is fighting with his girlfriend and he complains to me that he ain't good enough. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab is right......He asked me the other day why did we have kids? None can seem to do anything. I'm beginning to wonder my self why? Long time ago I could've whipped out an answer and been proud to say why. Now I sit here wondering so ok why again?&lt;br /&gt;So with all that going on this family member has to step in and tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing.  their life's are nothing close to mine and doesn't even compare. PLUS they never raised their own children theirs were put into foster homes. Maybe I should start telling her what they have done wrong and remind them of why their kids were taken away. SO when you come right down to it they have never raised a child. NEVER RAISED A CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;its great to give advice when you your self have no clue cause you've never actually done it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT and I do repeat BUT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you do not repeat do not need to tell other family members your side of the "story" and make us look bad. don't and i repeat don't spread  trash sh*t around that isn't true. you don't need to go to your mom or dad or our cousins or aunts and uncles or any body and tell them anything going on in my family...in case you have forgotten IT'S MY FAMILY, MY BUSINESS. unlike some sh*t I could say about you and your family but I'm not that kind I dont stoop that low.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;take your mom for example......all these years she has said I climbed out my bedroom window to meet a boy, and all these years I have said that wasn't me Ive never did that. but she has called me a lier (hummmm must run in your side of family) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want the truth!!!!! Ask my sister C  she admitted to me that it was her that climbed out the bedroom window (but not to meet a boy). So there stupid get your facts straight before you go around accusing someone!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one more thing please tell me what gives you the rights to "KEEP MY PHOTOGRAPHS?" They are of me and my family you dont need them. Your not in them. These are Photos I'd like my grandkids to have. and dont send me F****king copies or put them on a disk GIVE ME THE ORIGINALS! THEY ARE MINE!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6722505700111555438?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6722505700111555438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6722505700111555438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6722505700111555438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6722505700111555438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-heck.html' title='What the heck'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6761668098020743640</id><published>2010-01-24T16:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:48:35.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world goes on when we sleep?</title><content type='html'>Attention bloggers : I have stopped lurking. I am not just reading your blogs, I have started to leave comments again. Did ya miss me? Its ok if ya havent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning and got the surprise of my life........................................... I had 50 or more grey hairs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you your probably saying so what. I've have a whole head of grey hairs and had for x amount of years.&lt;br /&gt;But see that's the problem. Yesterday when I went to bed I only had about 5 to maybe 1o at the most. SO WT heck happened in the middle of the night? Do we have little elf's who come in and paint your hairs grey one at a time?&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that stress makes you go grey quicker, well that old wife's tale is just that because if stress did it I would have been grey at age 28.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is both my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;younger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sisters are almost totally grey! When I seen them I said oh hell no go get your hair colored right now cause your not gonna look older than me. Especially since 1 is only 5 yrs younger than me and the other is 9 yrs younger. I for the most part enjoy being the oldest sister!(in this family as I do have both an older sister and brother).&lt;br /&gt;Ok different subject.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you we now have dad's dog? His name is Buddy and he is part collie part German Sheppard.med size dog and don't bark, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In all the time dad has had him and now what little time Ive had him I havent heard him bark. Now dad says he has once but you know there are lots of dogs in dad's neighborhood it might have been another dog. (see weird cell phone photo at left)&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I guess thats all for now. Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH YEAH GO VIKINGS! they play today I hope we win!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6761668098020743640?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6761668098020743640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6761668098020743640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6761668098020743640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6761668098020743640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-in-world-goes-on-when-we-sleep.html' title='What in the world goes on when we sleep?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-925170944896836472</id><published>2010-01-23T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:44:10.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only grandma will do</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, actually early monday morning our daughter called telling me that "little man" was throwing up. He was crying so hard that he was choking and making him throw up even more. Our daughter was crying and making things a little worse. I told her take him to the doctors. But she was like he threw up in bed and all over the place and what if he throws up in the car? I'm like thats all part of being a mom. I also told her to get a bucket for him to throw up in. Mean while in the background I could hear him crying he wanted to go see grandma. I finally told her to get some extra clothes pjs and stuff and bring him over. So at 3:30 am our grandson came to see us. I picked him up and rocked him gently, he stopped crying and sat quietly with me. Grandpa talked to him and the held him over the garbage can when he threw up again. Soon we told grandpa to go to bed and we sat quietly for about 30 more mins. He soon told me he wanted to go to bed. SO we shut off the lights and walked down to the bedroom. He asked where I was gonna sleep and I said next to the wall. He said where do I sleep? I said in the middle as soon as I tell grandpa to move over.  Soon we will all in bed sleeping. Somewhere around 9am daughter text me to ask if she should come get him. I text back and said we were all still sleeping. Half and hour later and little man was crying and wanted his mom. So I called her and told her. She finally got here and I said he was still throwing up and she better take him to urgent care. So she did and when she called me 2o mins later she said he had strep but because he was throwing up they were gonna give him a shot. Oh that didnt go over to well but hey it worked faster than the med would have if he took it then threw up again! She took him home. Then he came over on Tues like normal, telling me that he was feeling a little better. I said good. Then Weds they came over like normal and went home like normal. But at 8 pm Weds night daughter was calling he was crying again and she was afraid he was gonna throw up again. Again I could hear him telling his mom he wanted to go to grandmas. She told him it was too late it was 8:30 and grandma wasnt feeling well. OH MY GOSH he was crying so I finally said just bring him over. So she brought him over to spend the night again. He was more than happy to sleep over at grandma's again.&lt;em&gt;  BUT................&lt;/em&gt;grandma and grandpa are still so tired. That kid kicks alot. and of course grandpa was afraid he would roll on top of him. I was afraid the cats would sleep on his face so we didnt get a good nights sleep either night. One thing both grandpa and I agreed on is if he comes to spend the night again we best have a bed of all his own to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;On sat Jan 30th Little man will turn 3. Already he's telling me his birthday is next and he wants a blue monster truck that is remote control!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-925170944896836472?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/925170944896836472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=925170944896836472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/925170944896836472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/925170944896836472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-grandma-will-do.html' title='Only grandma will do'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7731895477593506041</id><published>2010-01-11T18:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:37:49.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I tied but I cant do it</title><content type='html'>I have tried to get back here and update you all on my boring life, but it hasnt been easy. Yes Yes Im still playing on facebook alot, more than Mr Gab likes.....speaking of which he has his own page so he can play games lol so he really cant talk. Plus we both have accounts on Pogo.com which is where this game bussiness all started. Im about to give up Pogo, because after all I can play all kinds of games on FaceBook without paying. Although Mr Gab has been working so much in the last few weeks that we do have a little extra, so he doesnt mind paying for pogo as he likes it as much as I do maybe a little more. In fact he played mainly on Pogo till he found that game Bejeweled Blitz on FB. so he created his own page just so he could play at any time. He has set up another page with his name for one of our grandsons to play Farmtown and Yoville, but it had gottened hacked so he made his own page no one but him goes on it and we deleted the other one.&lt;br /&gt;My dad has gone into the hospital and then moved into my sister C's house. He isnt doing all that well. They took him off the memory meds the ones that were to help him remember things longer, and already we see the difference. Even though we tell him who we are  he doesnt know us. I have come up wiyh an idea about one thing, those with alzheimers talk alot of about their lives when they were younger. They dont know us because we werent there when they were younger. You can say dad but if they are back in their younger days they dont have kids.&lt;br /&gt;They told us we needed clean up dad's house what a job that is.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's husband has been doing most of the work as Mr Gab is working so much at his job he really doesnt have any days off.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess thats all I have for an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7731895477593506041?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7731895477593506041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7731895477593506041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7731895477593506041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7731895477593506041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-tied-but-i-cant-do-it.html' title='I tied but I cant do it'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-840422246471517699</id><published>2010-01-02T15:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:11:11.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERY ONE. HOPE 2010 IS A GOOD YEAR FOR YOU ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-840422246471517699?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/840422246471517699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=840422246471517699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/840422246471517699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/840422246471517699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3805493240659423279</id><published>2009-11-09T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:42:12.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family upset words hurtful'/><title type='text'>Are you freaking kidding me?</title><content type='html'>So I've a little run with with a family member again! I swear some days I just wish that I had no family. But you know I love my "family" it just extened family that I can do with out. Now this family member is not a child,but sure acts like one. We had words and I guess what I said hurt them. Then they proceeded to say I'm going to my imediate family i.e. mom dad sister hubby. and show then what you said.&lt;br /&gt;OMG just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;1st off they are just words they sting but really dont hurt and if they hurt maybe you should stop and think what did you say to them?  If you think the words hurt come stand in front of me and let me slap you up along the side of your head and see what you say about that. Right now in my head there are like a billion times here I would like to use a swear word! And granted I believe I have every right, but Im not sinking to their level.&lt;br /&gt;On facebook they have a spot next to your name and you write what your doing/feeling and today I said Is wondering if we can take a pencil and erase our mistakes why cant we use it on certain family members and erase them outta our lives?&lt;br /&gt;There were a few who agreed with me that that would be nice because it would make their lifes better.&lt;br /&gt;And OH I KNOW that god throws these people these family members in our way for a reason. But for the life of me I dont know why! I know the chinese familys are very close knit and I often wonder if they ever have someone in their close knit family that they would like to be someplace else? And I wonder what they do when they face some one that is difficult? do they say words that are hurtful? Or do they do something more drastic? and are they willing to tell me? lol&lt;br /&gt;But as I requested and I really hope they follow through, I want no part of said family member in any way shape or form.&lt;br /&gt;after all if someone were to upset me with hurtful words I wouldnt go tell my parents ,sisters, hubby OH HECK NO.......I'd blog all about it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3805493240659423279?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3805493240659423279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3805493240659423279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3805493240659423279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3805493240659423279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-freaking-kidding-me.html' title='Are you freaking kidding me?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1887455048940760341</id><published>2009-11-07T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:09:21.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 13 yrs but.....</title><content type='html'>I still miss my mom like hell. Today's my mom's birthday. She would have been 77 today. Not a day goes by that I dont miss her. In fact I would love it if she were her when her 2nd great granddaughter had been born. I know had she lived those greats would have been spoiled more than what grandma and grandpa do. She was alive when our oldest grandson was born but by that time she was so sick, that she never got to enjoy him. Worse part was my sister had a baby just 3 months before my grandson was born so it was difficult for her having 2 babies at the same time and not be able to enjoy them like I know she would and could have had she not been sick. How I miss her. It is ever more difficult now around this time of year. Thanksgiving and Christmas was her time of year. She was one for getting the family rallied around. Oh we had those family members which we would rather have never had to speak to again, those family members who we spoke to but watched all our silver, and those family members who were ok to socialise with just one time of the year and those family members whom we only spoke with by phone. But somehow mom managed to keep in touch with them all regardless of our opinions. Because at this time of year no matter if you were considered part of the black sheep of the family you were family and mom made sure she included you for just one day of the year. There are many family members who thought my mom was an angel and she was she really was but not the reason they think. Mom would but her true feelings for these family members to the back and just celebrated the day with her family. She would talk laugh and get mad then yell then swear she was never gonna do it ever again. lol. I cant remember hom many times I heard next year Im not cooking. Yet next year would come and she would be the first to start preparing for Thanksgiving. Mom always made goose. and this oyster thingy that if she ever had a recipe for it she kept it well hidden. BUT alas I was a good (choke) daughter and helped her every year so I knew how she made it. But to be honest I asked her one year (thankfully before she got sick) how it was made and she told me so I can make it now. I have gone online and did a search for a recipe because I just wasnt sure of amounts and found one. so I can make it. When Mr Gab and I were first married and we went there for thanksgiving Mr Gab asked her one day where the turkey was. Mom got very angry and said no turkey just goose. And Mr gab the sweetheart that he is goes but I want turkey isnt that what Thanksgiving is about the turkey? OH I LOVE THAT MAN! Let's start trouble with your inlaws at the dinner table. Well, mom calmly said you want turkey you buy it and make it yourself. And so the next year Mr Gab bought the turkey and brought it with for me to cook. yeah with one oven it was a little hard to cook both. We all ate the goose at dinner time and the turkey alot later. Then we discovered the microwave. I had to try cooking a turkey about 3 times before I had it the way we wanted it to be. Once I had mastered that we would buy a turkey and the ingreadents for stuffing and loaded it all and my microwave into the car and take it all to mom's. Set it up and most of the time had to let the microwave warm up before starting to cook. But that was ok cause all I needed was 9999 to cook the turkey. Yep that is the cooking time needed for a 10lb turkey. And boy do I miss my microwave. It's still in SD. So I cook it in the oven here. I tried this microwave, but its kinda small and it takes like forever. I just dont know what the differences are but if anything ever happens to my one in SD I sure hope I can find one like it to cook my turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Another time and I swear I do love Mr Gab but honestly he is too direct when he should be more meek and quiet...lol......&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;..... he isnt and so one saturday at dinner my mom cooked macaroni and tomatoes. We are all done eating and sitting at the table chatting when Mr Gab says to my mom have you ever thought of adding hamburger to that? And my dad was like oh hey that sounds good add some meat to that. OH BOY OH BOY did my mom get mad!!! Under her breathe she was like we've ate it this way for years then you come in and upset it all! But the next time she made macaroni and tomatoes she added hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Gab and I were dating my mom was the one on our side. My dad didnt like Mr Gab at all.....you know no man good enough for his daughter. anyways my mom was the one who ran interferance so Mr Gab and I could go out. And when we got married my mom was there at the wedding but not my dad. He claimed he couldnt take off work. But he has come around....especially when Mr Gab could do carpenter work, and was willing to take his weekend to work with my dad on many different projects. I know on more than one occasion my dad tried to scare Mr Gab off even after we got married. But my mom to the rescue again. She pointed out 1) did you really wanna make me unhappy? 2) did you really wanna do it by yourself? 3) if you scare him off she will be moving back in with baby n all! Thats all it took. By our 10th wedding anniversary I think my dad finally realised that we werent a fly by night marriage that we truely love each other and planned on staying together no matter what he threw at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive gotten off the subject which was HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM WHERE EVER YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and love you lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1887455048940760341?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1887455048940760341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1887455048940760341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1887455048940760341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1887455048940760341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-13-yrs-but.html' title='It&apos;s been 13 yrs but.....'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3632568683803285779</id><published>2009-11-04T08:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:32:44.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>One of our favorite bloggers has a birthday to day. so in true gab fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BB&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you day is great BB and hope that special girl makes it even more special. (wink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3632568683803285779?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3632568683803285779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3632568683803285779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3632568683803285779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3632568683803285779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3592678305295421360</id><published>2009-11-03T07:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:20:51.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wish for one day</title><content type='html'>That my mom could come back and talk to some people and tell them straight....how she really felt about certain things. And some people would be really hurt but maybe they would wake up! But I doubt it. I'm pretty sure that even if she told them right to their face they would think she wasn't&lt;br /&gt;talking about them I swear my life would be a whole lot easier if some people who claim to be family would just stay out of my life. Yep we are back to that again. I swear I thought I learned my lesson the first time. But no I gave them another chance. Oh when will I ever learn? These people never change the are still all most just like they were at 13. Only worse cause now they are older and more blind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes welcome back folks.......to my bitching post.&lt;br /&gt;I had already planned to come back and write again but this just pushed me and pushed me and pushed me. Oh the things I could say, about this family.&lt;br /&gt;But you know some would say let it go its old history. Well hell honey I would if some people would stop bringing it up. And the thing that really pisses me off the most is she uses my dear departed mom as her life saver. I have up to this point held my tongue but if she knew really how my mom felt about her...THE TRUTH well I doubt that it would even sink in she is so delusional. When she was younger and had a baby and had been drinking she would show up at our house crying cause her mom was "such a bitch". My mom tried to get her out...she thought she was a bad influence on my youngest sister C. My mom would call her mom to please come get her out of her house only to have her mom (my mom's youngest sister) yell at her please let her sleep it off there. after all you don't want her out there drunk and driving with a baby in the car.My mom always wondered how her own sister could let her go out there drunk and drive with the baby and did nothing to stop her but expected my mom to do it. So as much as my mother hated her being there drunk like that mom "let her sleep it off" and watched the baby. Afterwards my mom would tell us she wishes her sister could take care of her own kids and keep that brat away from our house. It got so bad cause she would show up often and always drunk and always with her baby daughter. My mom would actually go out the back door go to the neighbors and "hide out" After awhile when it was apparent that no one was going to control or "help" that kid she started to call the police to stop her and hopefully take her to detox. Which never helped cause as soon as she was let out she was back drinking. I remember one time mom was hiding and my sister D came home and my mom had to run out, my mom was steaming. Now she had to deal with a drunk again. So later my mom called the "school" where my sister D went and then the bus company to see if D could be last one off the bus. They were not sure why my mom would request her daughter to ride around town for an hour and a half before they would bring her home when she was the first drop. But mom knew that "she" would come around the time D came home then pass out. So with D not coming home till 4 30 - 5, mom could hide out more. It worked.."she" would come there would be no one home and she would leave. Mom would call the police let them know and then leave it up to them to deal with her. My mother would tell her sister to please take care of her own daughter as my mom already had enough to do with her own daughter who was born handicapped. But each day her sister would "cry" that there wasn't anything she could do cause her daughter was a strong head snot who thought she knew it all. I was glad when I got married. But I sure worried about my mom left to deal with her sister and her daughter when she had her own 2 kids to care for.&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started on why I stopped babysitting for them when they were smaller. OMG I know that denial is so larger in that side of the family that they would call me the lier. But you see when I get to the gates I don't have to worry about God saying do you remember when......then look at me stern like and oh don't you even dare to try and pull one over on me my child I seen all. Nope I can walk up there and be told I'm sorry child for all that you endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo If it come to push comes to shove I will shove back and I will let out all the dirty little secrets. I have no problems telling all. and what I know is stuff you dont want the whole world to know but that will not stop me if you push me. I have a few things in my closet but just about every one knows those things you on the other hand dont know half of the story. But I will be glad to tell you and the whole world about your closet. Including the lie your mother has been spreading about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3592678305295421360?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3592678305295421360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3592678305295421360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3592678305295421360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3592678305295421360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-wish-for-one-day.html' title='I just wish for one day'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6445214027138275525</id><published>2009-08-22T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:24:57.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying good bye is such sweet sorrow</title><content type='html'>or something to that effect. Well as you can probably tell I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been around much. My readership has fallen off to almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nil&lt;/span&gt;. And as much as I like to talk and write my main reason for starting this blog(well actually the other one) was to blow off steam and to figure out if I had been abused by my dad like my sisters. In part I guess I already knew that answer. But it needed to be in black and white and someone else to comment to know what I already knew deep down and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to admit to myself.&lt;br /&gt;So for now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to let the blog go and not write anything. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to delete it just in case I ever want to come back and start writing again. I will however stop by all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; I read and keep reading. I may or may not comment, but I will still be lurking. If there is a reason for you to talk to me you have my email .....(its on my profile page) or you can come over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; and find me. So until I pick up here again Farewell to you and keep on keeping on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6445214027138275525?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6445214027138275525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6445214027138275525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6445214027138275525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6445214027138275525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/saying-good-bye-is-such-sweet-sorrow.html' title='Saying good bye is such sweet sorrow'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6229997601918971397</id><published>2009-08-18T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:20:08.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast</title><content type='html'>So the days have been flying by so fast that I just blink and its either the weekend already or Monday again. One of the good things about that is school will be starting again soon. The bad thing it means we are heading into winter again. I think god made a terrible mistake when he was developing the earth. The four seasons were a good idea, but he made winter way to long and summer way to short. I think that all four seasons should have been the same lenght in time. We have 12 months and 4 seasons so that means each should have been 3 months long each, no more no less. Now I know there are many people who will argue that it is that way. But I have seen winter in Oct and May so Oct to April is 7 months. and then should it start in Oct and run to May well that's just too dang long. I don't know how those folks in Alaska survive, but they really have to like Winter to stay there. I guess you can say the same for the folks in the warmer spots like Calif and Fl. to name a couple, where they have summer all the time. And there is another thing I think our creator did wrong. All of North America should have the same seasons...with the same results. If it snows in MN in should snow in FL. The warmer places should then be just South America.  Anyways, school season is apond us and soon I will only have the baby during the day hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6229997601918971397?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6229997601918971397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6229997601918971397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6229997601918971397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6229997601918971397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-499200042568977016</id><published>2009-07-25T18:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:32:40.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly me</title><content type='html'>I am so silly...No really, I write a little about Panhards but for got some information. So here's a little addition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cars are from France. My dad has always been interested in things that are made by others and can only be obtained by "spending a little green". Dad was first interested in the Renault Dalphine. I cant even count how many we had over the years. A few of them he ordered straight from France. He was the first owner. I was to little to know how he first heard of these cars all I can remember is that one day we had these cool little cars that no one else had. Dad had several at one time (he was saving a couple in case 1 broke down)  2 were stick and 1 was automatic. Now according to my dad the automatics were a little on the rare side coming to the US. I loved that car. So I told dad not to drive it cause I wanted that one. Well, car 1 broke down so dad started to drive car 2. I kept telling him I wanted the automatic one and he had to save it for 2 more years which was when I turned 16. Unfortunately for me car 2 broke down. Dad was driving my car and his car was almost fixed when one day mom came out and said to me your dad's been in a car accident. All I could think of was Oh no my car. (selfish me). When dad came up the road I was standing in the road. I seen the front end of the car and I though oh that's not hurt. Then I seen the backside and then I cried. OH I was such a snot. more worried about car and not my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was shortly after that when my dad acquired the first Panhard. 6 panhards made it to America.(the kind like in the picture) Eventually dad owned 5 of the 6. He parted 2 out sold 1 and I have the other 2. I know he ordered 1 directly from France. The rest he bought from around the states. This is a man who would be driving down the road and see Fly wheels and slam on the breaks....but thats another story. In the summer we would drive from here to our farm inn SD driving a Panhard. We would stop for gas or to eat and instantlly we would have people looking at our car asking a million questions. One time we came out of the restraunt and not only did these people have all doors , and hood and trunk open they had our suitcases on the ground! One guy goes so this is what the new Packard looks like. Rather than tell him what it really was we nodded loaded our suitcases and took off. I think that was the only time dad never gave the people a "tour" and history of our car. opening everything and taking out our stuff really made him mad. Anyways that is how I know about these strange little cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-499200042568977016?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/499200042568977016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=499200042568977016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/499200042568977016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/499200042568977016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-me.html' title='Silly me'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4353552435655512819</id><published>2009-07-18T18:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:32:45.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever heard or seen of a PANHARD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJX4DhThiI/AAAAAAAAA44/OK9BanlLfNA/s1600-h/Panhard_DynaZ-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359943127053600290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJX4DhThiI/AAAAAAAAA44/OK9BanlLfNA/s200/Panhard_DynaZ-r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click on pictures for a close up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a panhard looks like from the side. They have suicide doors. This is about a 1953. They are made in France. Very few made it to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJXy4pRlgI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4iaAftAzmJA/s1600-h/pan-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359943038234891778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJXy4pRlgI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4iaAftAzmJA/s200/pan-57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front end looks like its smiling. ( reminds me of Inspector gadgets car lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJXtfi1s2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/-VMV_ccl6no/s1600-h/pan-54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359942945597666146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJXtfi1s2I/AAAAAAAAA4o/-VMV_ccl6no/s200/pan-54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the inside. See the dash&lt;strong&gt;board. Plain not  a lot to it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now the details.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are 2 cylinder air cooled engines. There is no heat in these cars so not good for winter driving here in MN (or SD for that matter)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are basic cars. No glory here. They look like the Volkswagen except longer in the front.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you ask How is it you know so much about these cars? Well lets see I have 2 of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not my pictures of mine. These are courtesy of Panhard club on the web.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to get the link so if you wish to read more about these cars you just need to google Panhard. It almost sound like your saying Pan nerd. But it is Pronounced PAN HARD just as it is spelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4353552435655512819?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4353552435655512819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4353552435655512819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4353552435655512819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4353552435655512819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-heard-or-seen-of-panhard.html' title='Have you ever heard or seen of a PANHARD?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SmJX4DhThiI/AAAAAAAAA44/OK9BanlLfNA/s72-c/Panhard_DynaZ-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7133350817061161914</id><published>2009-07-09T07:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:22:31.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy I forgot</title><content type='html'>So I wished Barman a Happy Birthday on July 1st which of course is Canada Day. But then I forgot to come back and tell you it was my birthday on the 4th of July. AND &lt;em&gt;I also forgot to come wish my nephew a HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the 5th of July!!!! &lt;strong&gt;SHAME ON ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So in true gab fashion to my nephew C....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR C&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets see he must be about 21 now. Woot he's an official adult! WOW he's getting old fast. I can remember when he was a baby and I changed him. (sorry hun I wont embarrass you anymore than that). Anyways  I know he's been going to college for about 2 years now. I'm not sure what he's aiming for but I'm sure he will make a good decision there. He is the first in our family to go to college. His brother to is going to college. I'm am so ding dang proud of them. I had high hopes of my own going especially since they are very bright but other stuff got in the way. Now I only hope that my nephews finish and do something good with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;As for my birthday I did nothing! Oh thats not quit true. In the morning I babysit the boys. That afternoon my daughter came and got all the boys and they went to the races. I really wanted to go to but I knew I couldnt sit on those benches that long. And if I had taken my own chair I wouldnt have been able to sit with everyone else. So I stayed at home. Mr Gab and I had a nice time watching tv and just "chillin" Well for the most time I spent with Mr Gab but alot of time he was sleeping! He worked the over night on Friday and then he did truck Saturday morning. Most of the time when he does truck it takes maybe an extra hour then hes home around 8am. But that saturday it was a larger truck and he didnt get home till 11am. So he didnt get a chance to really get any sleep before fireworks that night.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see plenty of fireworks here at home and I didnt have to worry about traffic. Daughter kept the boys over night so we had a peaceful night as well.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this is a little late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7133350817061161914?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7133350817061161914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7133350817061161914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7133350817061161914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7133350817061161914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-i-forgot.html' title='Boy I forgot'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3649278849097211152</id><published>2009-07-01T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:16:24.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little birdie told me it's Barman's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's Barman's ( aka Bryan) birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it true gab fashion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BRYAN&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3649278849097211152?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3649278849097211152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3649278849097211152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3649278849097211152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3649278849097211152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-birdie-told-me-its-barmans.html' title='A little birdie told me it&apos;s Barman&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2227965852654284247</id><published>2009-06-21T13:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:20:06.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is a wish to all father's out there to have a very happy father's day. This of course must include the mother's who act as both mother and father. Whether they are single or their spouse is off fighting to protect our country. To the dad's who have passed if not for them we wouldn't be. To the uncle's who sometimes fill in as dad to their niece's and nephew's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And a Big HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to Mr. Gab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far two of our three children have wished Mr Gab Happy father's day. I'm sure our oldest will call later today or maybe he will call tomorrow saying he forgot. But he usually does make the call. Our oldest grandson wished grandpa Happy father's day when he came home from working the double shift yesterday. He was only awake long enough to say Thank you. The other boys have a card for grandpa but they will probably have to wait till tomorrow to give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now the great news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL FOUR BOYS ARE WITH THEIR DAD!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great news because Oldest grandson hadn't seen his dad for 11 years then last Father's day he asked to go see him. They have been bonding for the last year.&lt;br /&gt;Second oldest hadn't seen his dad at all since he was 6 months old. He finally met him this past April. They now get together every weekend. Third grandson hasn't seen his dad in about a year but he called his "other" grandma and said he wanted to see his dad. He came and got him. And little man's dad has been having some problems, so he had taken a break away from seeing him. But I told him the other dad he was asking for him so he said he would make arraignments to come see him today. They came and got him for a couple of hours today.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would be a good time to go to my dad's but I'm so tired that I will drive out tomorrow. Its the thought that counts!&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2227965852654284247?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2227965852654284247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2227965852654284247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2227965852654284247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2227965852654284247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1684098855628034601</id><published>2009-06-18T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:04:54.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh for the day</title><content type='html'>Grandma's Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, 'Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?' Grandma replied, 'Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend.' Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem. The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door and there stood Grandma's minister. The minister said, 'Hello son, is your Grandma home?' The little boy replied, 'Yeah, she's in the bedroom bangin' her boyfriend.' The minister fainted.&lt;br /&gt; Now, that's funny... I don't care WHO you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1684098855628034601?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1684098855628034601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1684098855628034601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1684098855628034601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1684098855628034601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugh-for-day.html' title='Laugh for the day'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4090989477644533302</id><published>2009-06-12T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:04:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little man is soooooo CUTE!</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was interesting,good, and bad! around 2:30 in the afternoon,I decided to go to this block sale that was going on. So because all the kids are now out of school, I have to take them all with. So I told them to get ready to go. Little man runs into our bedroom and tells grandpa to get up and get ready to go we going to garage sales. Grandpa says no I'm gonna stay home and sleep. Little man then closes the door to our bedroom and says I'm staying home with grandpa. He proceeded to open and close the door many times over each time shouting out the door to me that he was staying home with grandpa. Each time he did I said no your coming with me. Next thing I know Mr Gab is up and dressed. I said oh are you coming with? He laughs and says you think? Little man was very insistent that grandpa come with. SO we go to these garage sales and picked up a few small items for 5 and 10 cents. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we get to this garage sale and they have a lot of knick knacks. Now mind you every garage sale we go to I tell the boys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DO NOT TOUCH" If you want anything you tell either me or grandpa and we will come look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So I'm standing at this table looking at some thing and all of a sudden I hear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"CRASH"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I look around and I say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright who broke it and what do I owe"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was quiet for a moment and then Mr Gab goes I broke it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT? YOUR KIDDING RIGHT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The people were very nice and said no you don't owe us anything. They had several items set on a two tiered cookie stand and Mr Gab hit the table and just like that they fell off. They were little china pieces almost like doll dishes but knick knacks. Well we ended up spending 5.75 there, Ok wait, I spent 5.75. One of my grandsons also spent about 6.00 of his own money there. I felt so bad I really wanted to pay for the stuff. And while we were there this lady's mom came outside to see how things were going and asked about how these things got broke. The lady told her mom "someone bumped" into the table. I said Yes I'm sorry my husband was the one who bumped into the table. I said I am willing to pay for everything. but her mom said no that's ok I shouldn't have put them up there. After that we came home. I took off my shoes and sat down........and OMG the pain. Just those 5 houses and I hurt so badly, I went to stand up to go to the bathroom and I couldn't walk. Oh no, I had to really go. After several starts I was finally off and well not running but sliding my feet to the bathroom. When I got back to the living room and my chair I sat back down and within a minute I knew I was sorry that I had gone garage sale- ing. While it was fun and I got a few cute things (grandkids actually spent their money and got more) I shouldn't have done it. I keep telling my doctor I have trouble walking and I need to be totally handicapped so I can get help with SSI disability and insurance so I can either get a power chair or scooter so I don't have to worry about walking. I could then go anywhere including sales and not worry. But alas she isn't cooperating. Maybe I should take her with me and then she could see what happens to me. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4090989477644533302?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4090989477644533302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4090989477644533302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4090989477644533302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4090989477644533302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-man-is-soooooo-cute.html' title='Little man is soooooo CUTE!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-8550140393913719896</id><published>2009-06-04T07:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:11:46.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooohhh I wish I knew what I was doing!</title><content type='html'>One day I can work the gadget thingy in the blog pages next day I cant get it to work for love nor money. (and no I didn't pay them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to add my eBay page to my side bar and I click on the link thingy to add it, it comes up but it doesn't take you right to my eBay page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added the Minnesota thing real easy I tryed to do same thing with my eBay page and Nada. Oh sure all the letters are there but you cant click on it and be taken right to my eBay page. What oh what am I doing wrong? Ooooh technology sucks. Well I guess I just don't have a clue it isn't technology. If any one out there who reads my page knows how to fix this so that when you click on the link you go right to my page please please please fix it for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8550140393913719896?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8550140393913719896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8550140393913719896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8550140393913719896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8550140393913719896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooooohhh-i-wish-i-knew-what-i-was-doing.html' title='Ooooohhh I wish I knew what I was doing!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4405864359976991568</id><published>2009-06-03T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:44:10.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a kid- farmer Jones</title><content type='html'>One thing I use to hate the most was people telling me to keep up with the Jones. The second thing I hated was being told I was one of the Jones boys. Ummmm look again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time (not to sure about age probably around 9 or 10) I heard my mom complain to my dad about the potatoes having eyes already. Dad said cut them up and plant them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say I did just that. I cut them up and planted them........&lt;em&gt;But...its where I planted them that caused all the problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a regular farmer, I did just as my dad said. I cut them up and planted them to surprise my mom. You see my mom had enough on her plate to deal with, let alone planting the potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;I know I was young because if I had been older I wouldn't have planted them where I did. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor mom carried the wash outside one day and started to yell. I came around the corner of the house and said "whats wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked what was planted under the clothes line? I said potatoes...... "surprise". Mom sighed then said that was a bad place to plant because how was she gonna hang up the clothes? I didn't have an answer. When dad came home and mom relayed to dad what I had done, he laughed and said we have a farmer on our hands. He told mom to deal with it. And later that fall we had lots of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess you could say ok, so you were silly in where you planted the potatoes but you enjoyed the potatoes and everything right? Ok But it wasn't quite the way it ended. The very next year I forgot and planted under the clothes lines again. To say my mom was mad is putting it mildly.&lt;br /&gt;She finally convinced my dad to find somewhere to plow the ground so that I could plant there instead of under the clothes lines. And he did........but your talking about me. Yes I did it a third time. even after dad had plowed a little area set away from clothes line just for me. Oh yes I used it.....for Tomatoes, Cucumbers, peas. I had no room for potatoes so under the clothes line they went. My dad just laughed, my mom on the other hand told me under no circumstances was I to ever plant there again NO MATTER WHAT! As it turned out dad had to plow a much bigger spot because the next year I added lettuce and carrots to the stuff I had the year before. And yes for the most part I did care for the garden.&lt;br /&gt;But then dad bought 10 acres about 30 miles from the house. It had about 5 acres of plantable land but most of it was sand. I liked it to start with then I got to the point I didn't want to even go out there to help. My farmer instincts had faded away. Farmer Jones was no more.&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Gab and I got married we had a small Veg.garden here, along with a Large flower garden. Unfortunally all of the flowers died except 1 rose bush that keeps hanging in no matter what. I have planted some other flowers but now with my back its really hard for me to care for a garden. I just learned that I should go for a container garden which is suppose to be easy to care for. I may check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to thank my sister C for the surprise on Monday. I did get to spend some great time with Mr Gab for his birthday. Thanks Sis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4405864359976991568?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4405864359976991568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4405864359976991568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4405864359976991568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4405864359976991568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-was-kid-farmer-jones.html' title='When I was a kid- farmer Jones'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4815957090617591253</id><published>2009-06-01T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:42:09.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise to my sister and brother in law</title><content type='html'>this is gabs sister c&lt;br /&gt;and today is my brother in laws birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to surprise them and do her blog so she can spend the day with mister gab.&lt;br /&gt;so in gab fashion&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mr gab&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;and many more&lt;br /&gt;hope you have a great day&lt;br /&gt;from all the larsons and mrs gab and your kids and grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks C! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes it's true it's Mr Gab's birthday today. He is 58 years old today. (shhhh I didn't tell you that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I did have a blog for today but I'm gonna leave it for another day and just sit back and relax with Mr. Gab!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4815957090617591253?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4815957090617591253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4815957090617591253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4815957090617591253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4815957090617591253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise-to-my-sister-and-brother-in.html' title='surprise to my sister and brother in law'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3726808744511425158</id><published>2009-05-26T08:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:26:04.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a kid - against all odds.</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid I thought that having a handicapped sister/brother was normal. I thought all families had one,little did I know that our family was unique. When my sister D was born she had many special needs. They told my parents she would probably die before she was three. When she made it to her third birthday they said she wouldn't live past 13. This Sept 17th she will turn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in Jr high (now called middle school) one of my teachers in health class was talking about special needs children and to me the way it sounded was like she was putting them down and shunning them. She asked if any of us knew any special needs kids? I kept my mouth shut, cause if she didn't like these kids I wasn't gonna tell her about my sister. But a neighbor from up the street shouted out about me having a handicapped sister in a wheelchair. So the teacher asked me what her problems were. So I told her she was mentally retarded and had CP. The teacher nodded and said yes that's what her brother had and was in the hospital that day fighting for his life.The next thing she said surprised me. She said that if every parent had one "normal" child and one "special needs" child more people would be compassionate. I had a new insight to that teacher because she understood. The next day she wasn't there in fact she never returned. You see her brother passed away that day right about the time we were talking about him. My teacher quite teaching what she called "normal" children and went to teach "special needs" children.&lt;br /&gt;I have always defended my sister. Anyone who stared at her I would tell them to take a picture. People who whispered and stared I would tell them to get a life and leave us alone. I'm sorry to say that I also used some not so nice four letter words! Because to me my sister was a VIP.&lt;br /&gt;Once my youngest sister came along and she wasn't a special needs person, but mom needed help taking care of her so she could deal with the things that had to be done on a daily basis for sister D sister C was now my responsibility. Which was ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;What surprises me the most today is that we accept all people with special needs as just another person. Back when my sister was little many many people including the doctors who cared for her kept telling my parents to lock her in the hospital for people with special needs. My parents checked out one of those hospitals and actually left my sister for a week but they couldn't stand knowing she was there with all those other people with problems. You see even though D had many problems and special needs my parents pretty much acted as if she was just like anyone else. Oh sure she did get treated a little more special than myself and sister C but for crying out loud we never felt that she was any better than us, but maybe just a little worse off than us. To us she was "&lt;em&gt;normal"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though we are just getting going into summer I can't wait till Sept! Those doctors would be shocked if they were still alive that sister D has lived much longer than they ever gave her hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3726808744511425158?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3726808744511425158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3726808744511425158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3726808744511425158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3726808744511425158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-kid-against-all-odds.html' title='When I was a kid - against all odds.'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4487224115503306478</id><published>2009-05-24T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:34:05.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got scared half to death</title><content type='html'>Doctors office called on Tues. Nurse told me they found something on one of my test I gotta come in on Friday. I say ok hang up and start to worry. The only test I could think it could be was the Mammogram. Then my head went into a spin. Oh god they found something and I will need chemo or something. Maybe they will have to remove one, Ooooh GOD! I mean I know I complain about them alot but dang to have one or maybe both removed? Could I deal with that? Look on the bright side, I thought to my self, no more bras, no cutting straps in the shoulders, no back pain. But would Mr Gab still love me I thought? Oh I cant wait till Friday I'm gonna go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday comes. I go to the doctor's. She weighs me and does blood pressure and pulse and in my head I'm screaming get on with it DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;She turns on the computer and brings up my tests and starts talking. I have osteoporosis, and they need me to start a medicine that I would take once a week.&lt;br /&gt;What? wait my heads in a fog. What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me again and tells me that for the next 6 months I should be extra careful not to fall because my bones are so thin (brittle) that I could be hurt seriously bad! She laughs and says thank goodness its not winter because if it was I'd tell you to stay indoors the whole winter to give your bones a chance at building back up. Now I'm gonna tell you just be extra careful, we don't want you to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Well hell I don't want to fall either but dang scare a person half to death will you. So I asked why couldn't they tell me this on the phone? She says privacy reasons. They can no longer tell certain things over the phone, she even told me that certain tests we have done the results can no longer be told over the phone. Guess there's too many "listeners". Now I can maybe see that with cell phones but land phones?&lt;br /&gt;So once I finally get my head more cleared and she tells me the medicine she wants to start me on and that I need more Vitamin D and Calcium taken daily and she will see me in a month unless this medicine has an ill effect on me. I say oh wait. I then tell her about when I did the colonoscopy and what happened when I drank the magnesium citrate and the effects it had on me. And she said yes it sounds like your allergic to it so one more thing to add to your list of things to be highly aware of. And not to take.&lt;br /&gt;Then she walks outta the room and I'm left thinking this was so wrong. They should have been able to give you a hint of what was wrong like maybe say Oh they found something on your bone density test. Then I wouldn't have worried half as much. But then again maybe I would have anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4487224115503306478?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4487224115503306478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4487224115503306478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4487224115503306478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4487224115503306478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-scared-half-to-death.html' title='Got scared half to death'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7910049560594007513</id><published>2009-05-20T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:37:15.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOD ITS TRUE!</title><content type='html'>I was reading the other blogs that I have in my left side bar, when I came back to my home page and looked and I do mean &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; at my picture of Mr Gab and myself. Its true what they say. The longer your married the more you look like each other. And by looking at that picture we do look like each other. Is that good or bad? It's almost like looking at (omg choke....)my brother. I love my brother don't get me wrong but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't want to be married to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that are going through my mind right now are not the stuff I want to be thinking, especially with my brother. Does this mean I need a new husband or brother? LMBO. Actually I think I'll keep them both. You know the saying I finally got him trained right why would I want to start over? Well that applys here too. 35 years and Ive got him just the way I want him. And as for my brother...........dont want to change him either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7910049560594007513?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7910049560594007513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7910049560594007513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7910049560594007513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7910049560594007513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-god-its-true.html' title='OH GOD ITS TRUE!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1122705293030933831</id><published>2009-05-19T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:20:44.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell are they teaching our kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  one of these grandma's who sit the kids in front of the tv. I do have the tv on through out the day (mainly for background noise), but little man has started to demand certain shows every day and he really throws one hell'va fit if he can't watch them. So I have been turning on these shows and let him watch them. BUT yesterday I sat with him and watched those shows.&lt;br /&gt; Show 1) The adventures of Dora. A little girl with her pet monkey look for missing items using a map and a backpack. First thing grandson says is he wants a monkey. I say ok I will buy you a stuffed monkey. He throws a fit he wants one that talks! Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;Show 2) Go Diego Go. A little boy with his baby jaguar helping other animals outta trouble. OK PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE eveyone knows you cant have a Jaguar as a pet baby or otherwise. Everyone that is except a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Show 3) Spongebob Squarepants. I dont even want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what I try to do is find a movie that is more for his age and when he starts to yell that he wants to watch these shows I say naw lets find a movie. He yells eggo alot (meaning diego) for both dora and diego but I try to stay strong and stick with watching a movie. He does like movies and he does yell for certain movies but right now I would rather hear him yell for those movies than "eggo"&lt;br /&gt;And those shows? I plan on writing a letter to all of them. I know it won't do much but I want them to know just why we wont be watching their shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1122705293030933831?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1122705293030933831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1122705293030933831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1122705293030933831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1122705293030933831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell-are-they-teaching-our-kids.html' title='What the hell are they teaching our kids?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1341448243224559319</id><published>2009-05-13T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:50:03.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my I lost a whole day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warning very graphic. If to much information bothers you don't read skip down to where I go to ER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it all started Monday when I had to start prepping for my colonoscopy. You know this is the day you start by all liquid diet and drinking that horrible stuff? Ok so I start with the first stuff and I was doing ok till I got about half drank then all of a sudden it started to come back up. It says in their little brochure that if you feel like puking stop for 15-30 mins rinse out your mouth with water and start again. After 30 minutes I took another drink and didn't even hardly get it swallowed and was off and running. SO I figured that because all I had was water coming out the other end so I figured I didn't need to finish this as it was just coming back up any ways. The next step was to drink this other stuff 4 hrs before test. Well I was scheduled to go in at 6:45am Tues morning which meant that I needed to get up around 2:30am to drink this stuff. SO I set my alarm as Mr Gab had to work the over night shift again. I get up at 2:30 and start to drink this stuff. I got an instant headache. I drank it then went back to bed only to jump up about 15 mins later to rush to the bathroom to puke that crap up.  I just hoped and prayed enough was in my system that they could still do the test. I got back up at 5am took my shower got dressed and waited For Mr Gab to get ready to take me. We got over there and I checked in telling her about bringing everything back up and she said to tell the nurse when they took me back. I went to sit down to wait and next thing I knew I was in their bathroom puking. OMG is this ever gonna quit!? The nurse finally came and got me put me in a room and asked me all kinds of questions. I answered then told her about me not keeping the stuff down and that I had a bad headache. She thought the procedure could still be done. SO they took me back. During the procedure they kept telling me to look. I tried to watch as much as possible but I kept falling asleep. Finally I was done and she pronounced me A-OK. I didn't need to come back for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;I got home and slept some around noon I woke up enough to eat a bowl of cereal and take my regular pills, I still had a bad headache so I took the new pill that the doctor wanted me to try. Well that didn't last long almost as soon as I took it I was back in bathroom puking &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;! About 1:30pm I texted daughter and told her to come get me and take me to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the ER around 2:30 and I had to wait almost 2 hours in waiting room. When they finally came in to see me they got all information of what I did that day and the doctor said yes the colonoscopy can throw your system off and cause a headache, and because I suffer from Migraines that just made it worse. So they said they would set me up with same 4 combination as last time. I waited another 50 mins before they got to me to give me drugs then almost another 2 hours before I got let go to go home. I left the hospital somewhere after 7pm. Poor Mr Gab was trying to get sleep to go to work last night. and here he had to watch the boys. Well all except the baby. Daughter had him with. He did ok till about the last 2 hours then he got really loud and cranky. But by then I was pretty out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just couldn't seem to wake up. I tried to get up several times but my eyes were so heavy that I just fell back to sleep. I don't remember waking up oldest grandson and asking him to feed the cats for me. I barely remember daughter dropping off youngest two boys. And I don't even have a clue when Mr Gab took second oldest grandson to school and did he leave youngest two with me? Good question cause I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tonight I was talking to cousin to learn another cousin had passed away tonight at about 7pm Calif time. I hardly know him but yet it hit like a ton of bricks, and I cried.  Another family member passed because of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive known for years that our family has a long history of cancer and that it runs highly Strong in our family which is why I get the colonoscopy done when needed and I do pretty much do the mammograms because I know these are the main two for most of the family! I try to stay one step ahead if possible. Cause if I'm gonna get it I want to know asap so hopefully they can do something about it before it gets too bad. I know though that if I'm gonna die I'm gonna die but if there is a chance of putting that off I wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I have one more test and thats just a sleep test to see if I have sleep apnea.&lt;br /&gt;So good news is so far all my tests have come back normal. Whew load off my chest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1341448243224559319?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1341448243224559319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1341448243224559319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1341448243224559319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1341448243224559319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-i-lost-whole-day.html' title='Oh my I lost a whole day'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2739831269198165525</id><published>2009-05-09T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:40:09.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG The Pain of it all.</title><content type='html'>Well, for quite awhile I've been having several teeth bothering me. But Weds night it started to really get annoying. Thursday I had a meeting for my handicapped sister (her annual 6 months report) When I got up Thursday morning the first thing I noticed was that my mouth hurt so badly that I wasn't sure where or what tooth was hurting. So after taking my shower and getting ready to go I grabbed the number for the dentist office. I used my cell as I was running out the door. Now mind you just about everyone in our family has been to this dentist office but me. (we didn't like the last one so we just didn't return) Our daughter had gone there first from a recommendation of her girlfriend who also works with her. She had also taken 3 of the 4 boys there. Then Mr Gab needed to go so daughter said try this dentist. So I called and made an appointment for Mr Gab. Couple weeks ago youngest son text ed me complaining about his teeth hurting. He didn't have a dentist so I said use ours. He asked me to call. SO I did, I set him up for his appointment. So finally on Thursday it was my turn. I told them I was heading out right that minute for my meeting and I wasn't sure when Id be home so I wanted it for Monday. Well she asked me how bad was it? OMG ARE YOU KIDDING? You really have to understand me. I HATE DENTIST! And will do anything to avoid going. Even if it means my teeth not looking their whitest, or hurting so bad that I gotta go no matter what. I had a very bad experience when I was a teen. The dentist had two files on his counter and he "glanced" at one thinking that it was mine and pulled a tooth that didn't need to be pulled and he had &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; given me Novocaine, because &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; person didn't like Novocaine used. So right then I disliked dentist no matter how good they really were.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the last dentist I went to said that at least tooth was gonna need a root canal done, so I kinda knew that I would probably need it done sooner or later. As it turned out the dentist had an opening at 2:30 that afternoon so if I got back in time I was to come in. Well, I was back in plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I needed a root canal done. And did I have time to have it done? Well DUH! I HURT! So he set me up to do it right then and there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and oh do I mean but he got started and first thing he said was WTH. I'm pretty sure he was thinking WTF but you know he was being polite.  I sat there wondering what was wrong. He kept going and every now and again he would mumble something. Finally after awhile he said we were done with everything but the build up for the crown. While I was waiting he finally informed me that when he started the top of the gum was black and kinda hard to work on. But once he got by the black it opened up and went easier the rest of the way. He said the cause of the black must have been the last dentist I went to must have started a root canal but stopped for some reason. Then he also told me that I had infection deep in the bone. (DAMN NO WONDER IT HURT). I don't remember the last dentist starting a root canal but I know he opened that tooth and put in medication as it was infected.&lt;br /&gt;As of today it still hurts as badly as it did before he started. But Mr Gab told me it would be Monday before I didn't hurt. I am taking the pain pills and the antibiotics and once in awhile a tear or two rolls down my cheeks but other wise I'm hanging in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2739831269198165525?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2739831269198165525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2739831269198165525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2739831269198165525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2739831269198165525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-pain-of-it-all.html' title='OMG The Pain of it all.'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2680598278469204066</id><published>2009-05-03T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:01:27.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finally did it!</title><content type='html'>Yes after all this time I've finally did it!  I've started writing a book. I've already gotten the title, the dedication page and the first chapter done. But the first chapter was about 4 pages long double spaced. SO what do I do? Single space? Write more words? Well, I set it  aside for a day and decided to not actually set any thing into chapters as of yet. I'm just gonna put the words down. If and when I do try to publish it I will then figure out where chapters should be. But as for now I'm busy putting  words down.  (this is where one would normally say down on paper, but I am using my computer as my hand writing is getting so bad what with the arthritis and I never did have great penmanship.) Not only that but I can use spell check! Then I know for sure that what I want to convey will be correct. I've choosen a subject that I know alot about. At first I wanted to write a western romance book, but then thought I know more about cats than I do about romance.(well,ok not really) So I thought that I would pull all the years of experance of owning cats and put it into a book. I will have "tales" "training" and memories all put down on computer disc and then one day I may turn it into a book.&lt;br /&gt;So be watching the next thing I may tell you is that my book has been published!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2680598278469204066?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2680598278469204066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2680598278469204066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2680598278469204066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2680598278469204066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-finally-did-it.html' title='I&apos;ve finally did it!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7501760891679384814</id><published>2009-04-21T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:42:01.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs hurt funny'/><title type='text'>OWIE the pain.</title><content type='html'>So I got the first two of the four tests done today. The first was quite simple it was a bone density test. That consisted of mainly like an x-ray scan. The second hurt like hell, because it was the mammogram test. NOW listen here. I just don't understand why woman have breast implants and then have to have them squished my that horrible machine. I didn't have implants but dang I'm not small by no means and damn it all it hurt!!!!! So why would you do that? What I'd like to tell these woman before they have the implants put in is this. Go have a mammogram done while you have small breasts. Now how much did that hurt? Not much? Ok now just imagine that pain times 1000.....much more painful. Would you still want those implants? I know you think that having big breasts will make you more popular (honey in a way you really don't wanna be) But the pain when you have such large breasts isn't worth it. Put your money to better use. Buy a car, guys love woman who have nice fancy sports cars! But dont invest in bigger boobs! Take it from someone whose boobs grew too big, keep the smaller ones. You wont have back and shoulder pain from your bra straps cutting into you or your back trying to hold your breast upright. And smaller boobs dont look like they are hanging around your knees either I highly doubt that small breast even sag much! And the best part about smaller boobs, Alot of times you dont need a bra and you still look sexy in just about any top you wear. Where bigger boobs seem to pop out all over the place where you really dont want them to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7501760891679384814?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7501760891679384814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7501760891679384814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7501760891679384814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7501760891679384814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/04/owie-pain.html' title='OWIE the pain.'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7712897488142555284</id><published>2009-04-16T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:04:25.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official</title><content type='html'>Mr Gab has put in two week notice at one of his jobs. Now mind you things will be rough for awhile and I may or may not loose the internet, but either way I'm all for him dropping one of his jobs. Why? Well the poor man was so tired lately that he was making &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mistakes. I was starting to worry about him falling asleep at the wheel, having a stroke or even a heart attack because he really was working way way to many hours. He hasnt yet filled out the appication for  the tanker job yet. But he tells me he's gonna. He has also told me he has given up on this house. He no longer cares if we save it or not. But he really doesnt want to go back to SD yet either. He says we should stay here at least until my dad passes. I'm like yeah sure ok, but if he's here another 10 years or so I'm gonna be mad! (no just kidding) I do want to move to Florida and I'd like to do it yet this year. But I understand that if we did and he passed we might not have the money to come back and then I'd feel bad and probably take it out on him and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;He was talking of buying a foreclosed house out close to dad, now he's talking rent an apartment till we know what we really want to do. (did I or did I not say I want to move to FL?)&lt;br /&gt;Aw well.&lt;br /&gt;Ive missed some birthdays.....&lt;br /&gt;My nephew for one. I was at my sisters house on the Friday before his birthday and spent some time with them. But his birthday was actually Easter Sunday. And I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;So B hun this is for you.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR B&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if Ive missed your birthday as well Im sorry Happy belated Birthday to you as well. Hugs everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7712897488142555284?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7712897488142555284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7712897488142555284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7712897488142555284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7712897488142555284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-official.html' title='Its Official'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1923207443770382497</id><published>2009-04-12T01:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:54:57.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again Jumping for joy</title><content type='html'>Singing in the rain oh singing in the rain...........Yeah I've done that one before. &lt;em&gt;Remember&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;In the last two weeks Ive been to the doctors &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;. The week before last I went to see the RA doctor. They told me again that I've lost another 10lbs. WHOOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Then I went this week to meet a new Doctor cause my last GP quit and went to teach grade school kids!&lt;br /&gt;I again got on scale and &lt;em&gt;WOW&lt;/em&gt; Ive lost another 3 lbs in just one week. But see it comes and goes. Not really like I loose some gain it back and loose again. I loose then I don't do anything then I loose again. Don't have a clue to what I'm doing but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey I'll take it!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Doc was very good at asking all the right questions. So Two things happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) this doc ordered a **** load of tests to be done( &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) Mammogram, sleep test,Bone density test, Colonoscopy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took blood while I was there and urine sample and she is testing liver,thyroid,diabetes and who knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I had also just gone into the hospital last Sunday afternoon because I had a migraine on Saturday that came on quickly and I had used two of my prescribed pills and it didn't do a damn thing for me so by Sunday I gave up and went in. They put in a IV. and then gave me Toradol,Benadryl,compazine,morphine. WHOOOO was I flying! But by the time I actually left (after a 2 hour wait in the waiting room) I had no headache!&lt;br /&gt;So I told the doctor this and she asked me if I had a reaction to the Toradol and I said no. So she said lets give you imitrex which is a generic of Toradol and see if that works better on your headaches!&lt;br /&gt;My sister already takes this stuff and just about swears by it. Funny for as long as I've had headaches you'd have thought they would have tried this stuff on me already! But nooooo they don't but my sister gets put on it almost right away when she started to have migraines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well! At least this doctor has done a complete job of checking me out. Yes I do know she kinda had to cause it was my first time seeing her, but most of the information is on the computer there at the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to get through each test! Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1923207443770382497?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1923207443770382497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1923207443770382497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1923207443770382497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1923207443770382497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/04/again-jumping-for-joy.html' title='Again Jumping for joy'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-607977815959954432</id><published>2009-04-08T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:31:59.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid MAN</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCBeQn2N9Js&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no matter how many times I use the add link it still wont let me do it right.....so with that in mind please paste and copy and go see what the heck you think of this stupid video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-607977815959954432?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/607977815959954432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=607977815959954432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/607977815959954432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/607977815959954432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Stupid MAN'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3843463262242192604</id><published>2009-03-13T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:36:32.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Whirl</title><content type='html'>Sorry Ive been gone so long but stuff has been happening here and my live has been hectic. Yeah I have spent more time on Facebook than here but it was because of a game they call "Hatchlings". But lately the game has gotten boring. It would take too long to tell you why so lets just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend from high school has written a book and has had it published. You can find it at Barnes and Noble. The title : Time for Reflection and Healing.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to give anything away but its mainly about a girl who was abused. Its a very good book. One that of course that got me thinking about my own childhood. Which of course is one of the reasons why Ive been so up and abouts in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my dad's 90th birthday.  I went there to celebrate and now Im more up and abouts. My sister is in charge of dad but right now Im thinking neither of us are doing right by dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my daughter's Birthday. Happy Birthday T. Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3843463262242192604?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3843463262242192604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3843463262242192604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3843463262242192604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3843463262242192604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-whirl.html' title='In a Whirl'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3934913429052972395</id><published>2009-02-21T19:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:01:55.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about Thankful!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so Thankful. OH MY GOSH I"M SO THANKFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I told you about my car? Well Mr Gab took another look at it when he had just a little more time and discovered that the thingy on top of the battery was busted. Not the cable half but the actual thing that hooks the cable to the battery. We were also lucky that we just happened to have a brand new one in my glove compartment. Mr Gab had bought it for my car long ago cause he had seen mine was wearing out but just plain forgot to replace it. As for the oil...Yes it was empty(well almost) and we put in 5 quarts and my car is up and running. Today was a long trip test(more than 2 miles from home) and I had no problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta money to go to the Doctors and my insurance wont cover any more so I'm a hurting. I figured I gotta now live with this pain. My lawyer doesn't seem to be doing much and I'm wondering if I need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping very well and find my self taking naps through out the day. I usually wait until the little guy goes to sleep before I do. and If he doesn't I wait till daughter takes them home then I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Mr Gab is seeing a Doctor on an experimental thing for hearing aids and if he qualifies its free. He will receive one of their aids. The company is called Dell tones and Ive read about them they seem legit so...I guess we will see how this goes. If he does get one he can go back over the road again. I actually want him to so we can get more money, that and the fact that Job number 2 that he does Mon Thu Fri is starting lay offs. Because he's one of the last ones hired hes gonna be one of the first to go. In fact they told him to come in 15 mins early on Monday. So we are kinda prepairing ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all the news for now. I'll be stopping in soon to catch up on all of your blogs. Have a good weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3934913429052972395?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3934913429052972395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3934913429052972395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3934913429052972395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3934913429052972395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/02/talk-about-thankful.html' title='Talk about Thankful!!!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2420549609543135598</id><published>2009-02-14T02:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:14:48.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing a lot on facebook. They came out with this thing called Hatchlings 2009. You look through other peoples pages who have downloaded hatchlings and find eggs. You incubate them and when they hatch they are different animals. 1st it was trying to find the many different eggs they had. Now its trying to see how many I can find. I am already up to 933 eggs. Now the trick is to keep your pets alive once they hatch. If your lucky enough to find a "cheeseburger" egg to can feed your "pets" every single day. Now I had 6 of these cheeseburger eggs before I finally had my daughter come over and save it for me. She had talked to me on the phone trying to help me but for some dumb reason I keep doing it wrong. In the mean time I found out that if you already have a certain egg that had hatched and you didn't want two you could "feed" that egg to your pet. This was how I kept mine alive until daughter got my "cheeseburger" to save.Now I still get excited when I find a special egg but for the most part its now seeing how many I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Mr Gab had his surgery on his toe, and was home for 5 days. He went back to the Doctors on Weds and on Thurs he was back at work. &lt;em&gt;BUT &lt;/em&gt;they didn't take out the stitches. He wore his bedroom slippers with rubbers that you normally put over your shoes. That way he was covered from the wet and yet still comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more news. So on Thursday I didn't have the kids for awhile so I thought I'd go out and get some Chinese food bring home sit in front of the tube and eat. Well, ok so I ordered the food, drove over there, got my food, got out to the car and..................Turned the key and well all the lights came on but it wouldn't start. So then I tried to take the shifting gear out of Park and put into neutral and couldn't get it to move. I freaked. I called Mr Gab (who was suppose to work at second job Thursday night) and started off telling him what was going on. I soon had myself worked into a frenzy and was crying so hard I hung up on him. He called back and said he was on his way. So I took my food inside told the people what was going on and they sat me at a table and brought me some water and I ate while I waited for Mr Gab to get there. He showed up looked over everything then said lets go home and get some tires and tow it home. He told me he thought it was the starter by the way it acted. So we drove home got tires and went back. I drove his car (which by the way is a ford wagon) and we towed the Druango home. Friday morning he goes out looks at it comes in screaming at me. "&lt;em&gt;there is no oil in the car&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What I say you take care of that all the time how is that possible? He thinks someone is messing with my car. Why do we think that? Well just last Saturday Mr Gab drove my Durango to work so he could fill up the gas at his store. On his way home the back tire came off. Now mind you this is the tire that just had the flat and we took it in and the guys there put it back on with one of those do-hickey thingies. You know the things like a drill? So really how could the tire come off unless someone messed with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any more. So I guess I'm without a car again! Hows your week been going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2420549609543135598?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2420549609543135598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2420549609543135598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2420549609543135598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2420549609543135598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-lost.html' title='Im lost'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6454421133824932705</id><published>2009-02-04T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:47:06.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To close for comfort</title><content type='html'>You know you go along in life and you worry about your family and you worry about yourself and each and every day passes by so quickly you hardly have time to wonder what happens/happened to other family members.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing on the computer tonight, Mr Gab is working the over night shift (even though he is suppose to be resting before surgery tomorrow.)When noticed the little box in the corner announcing a new email. Well the title caught my attention so I opened it under another screen, so that I could keep playing. But after opening it I went back to the other screen where I was playing and told my friends that I had to leave, a family member had died.&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you this is my uncle who passed. But see the thing of it is he was my mom's brother. And there are many memories from my childhood about this uncle and my mom. And well, hell the tears started and memories of my mom flooded into my head and memories of this uncle and it seemed I just couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;Once I did stop I started to think gee when uncles and aunts of your parents start to die and then of course your own parents (although my dad is still hanging in there) You realise that wow your also getting up there and you are starting to look at that end of things. Yes, yes, yes I know that you can die at any given moment in time be you a child- teenager- young adult- middle aged or elderly. But for some reason this uncles passing just brought that so much closer to mind. I'm not a young person any more. Oh yeah I act young and that I don't wanna grow up I'm a toys are us kid is running through my mind alot. But I have also realised that I'm getting slower,forgetful,wrinkled, have to wear glasses for reading, and hurt in places I never knew I had. And that old saying about falling apart when your older has really hit home.A cousin I havent talked to in ages Ive talked to tonight. And why? It was her dad. I tried to keep in touch with some of these family members but like I said you worry about your family yourself and well time just flies by.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the thought that Im going to be seeing these cousins only because of a death. And you know I really hate funerals. But I will go because I loved my uncle and he will be dearly missed. Funny thing is I was just wondering how he was doing. Now I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6454421133824932705?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6454421133824932705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6454421133824932705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6454421133824932705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6454421133824932705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-close-for-comfort.html' title='To close for comfort'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2479014069922077406</id><published>2009-02-01T18:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:52:27.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDDLE AGED WOMEN</title><content type='html'>Here is a cute little thing that might just explain why woman are the way they are. I HOPE IT DOES NOT OFFEND ANYONE! I thought it very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1TVOXdNkFo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I thought it would link right to it....please copy and paste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2479014069922077406?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2479014069922077406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2479014069922077406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2479014069922077406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2479014069922077406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-is-cute-little-thing-that-might.html' title='MIDDLE AGED WOMEN'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3388167729287021729</id><published>2009-01-28T19:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:18:54.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help a friend please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SYECi-unMSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BmflLad0RKA/s1600-h/bonnies+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SYECi-unMSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BmflLad0RKA/s200/bonnies+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296517436741726498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my high school girlfriends has written a book. She also has a web page that you can visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to www.creativebonnie.webs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever been abused by a family member or you know someone who has been then you might want to buy them her book. It is truthful (I know first hand) and its painful. It even may help you heal (or the one who you give it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She not only wrote this book but did the illustration of the cover. She is multi-talented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please take a look. Its on Amazon in book section. Search time for refelctions and healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also find it at Barns and Noble. Go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3388167729287021729?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3388167729287021729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3388167729287021729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3388167729287021729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3388167729287021729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-friend-please.html' title='Help a friend please?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SYECi-unMSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BmflLad0RKA/s72-c/bonnies+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6719760231597334816</id><published>2009-01-26T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:25:58.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the HELL is wrong with F*****people?</title><content type='html'>Ok, Now I'm seriously pissed! Most of you all know that I hurt my back several years ago due to my sister not having her braces on. Then it got aggravated from the car accident last Oct. The first time I injured it the Doctor told me not to lift anything more than 1 lb! So now you have a little information to help you understand why I'm so pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a Doctors appointment. You know Physical therapy?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting out of my car and I notice this lady running across the parking lot. Not giving it much thought I locked my car and started in. Only to realise that the lady who had been running was now sitting on the steps of the building crying.  I ask her if she's ok. She tells me no she thinks she dislocated her shoulder. I ask if I should call 911. She says no she just wants to get into the building where she works. I say ok can you get up? She says maybe if you help me.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to help her up by grabbing her under her left arm. Mean while I happen to notice that there are about 3 or 4 people standing there in the doorway of the building just watching. After the third try of trying to get up her all the while she is crying and screaming in pain, another lady comes out to help me get her up. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as she was standing the other lady disappeared. (WHAT?) So I slowly walk her to the door and grab the handle and open the door (and everyone is just standing there) I got her into the building. I starting walking her towards the  bank of elevators, and a lady comes running out and asks the lady I was helping in what happened. She told her and the other lady helped me get her into the office where they both work.&lt;br /&gt;I then go upstairs to my appointment only to realise that I can hardly move. SO I tell my Doc and he sets me up with the roller machine, which really hurt. I then had the electrodes on my back then I went for an adjustment and he also used a electric massage thingy which helped until he hit the lower part of my back. I was able to get up and walk somewhat better than when I first walked in but oooohhhhhh does it hurt!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting done I checked the time and seen that I had a little extra before having to get home so Mr Gab can go to work, I stopped down to the office where I took the lady. I walked in and inquired how she was doing. They told me that she ended up going to the hospital. So I said please tell her I hope shes ok soon. They asked who I was and I said the one who walked her in and gave them my name. They said thanks for helping her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PLEASE TELL ME......WHY?  Why no one wanted to help? Not even to open doors.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab told me because they didn't want to get hurt either.  I'm like that is just so wrong though but yet I can understand. Thing is I just couldn't not help! Even if my back was perfectly A-OK I would still stop and help. It's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really hope she's ok, and I'm glad I helped even though it hurt me, because honestly I don't think anyone else would have and who knows how long she would have sat there hadn't I helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6719760231597334816?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6719760231597334816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6719760231597334816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6719760231597334816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6719760231597334816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-hell-is-wrong-with-fpeople.html' title='What the HELL is wrong with F*****people?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-835117280968268970</id><published>2009-01-23T15:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:38:18.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever want to know all about your birthdate?</title><content type='html'>I was sent an email from a friend that I actually found interesting. You click on the link below then enter your month day and year. It gives you all kinds of information of the day you were born.  It will also tell you others born on that date as well as what songs were out that year.&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised. Try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp" href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Birthday Calculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-835117280968268970?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/835117280968268970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=835117280968268970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/835117280968268970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/835117280968268970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-want-to-know-all-about-your.html' title='Ever want to know all about your birthdate?'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6694343009517165453</id><published>2009-01-21T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:29:19.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally figured it all out now give me the money!</title><content type='html'>I DID IT! I figured it all out. It's not about the people who come to try out for American Idol! It the drama of the judges! OMG. I swear... no wait I wont  swear, but believe me Ive thought of it. So we get a few nuts on there that really and truly should not have opened their mouths. And then we go to.........the judges. Now Barman has put it clearly in a comment in my last blog and I quote" An if Paula is still a judge, do you really think she is a "professional"? She has more comments about what they look like or other truly worthless stuff then anything that is important. That and Randi, I love the man, dog, but I really do not listen to much to what he says either. The only person I think you really get anything of use from is Simon. He may be mean a lot but you best pay attention to what he is saying. I know this time they are suppose to have a 4th judge but having not watched the show I have no idea what she is like."&lt;br /&gt;Barman hon you hit the nail truly on the head! Simon even though he is tough he seems to be the only one to keep the stuff real. The girls last night and tonight just had so much "drama" that it was all about them and not the singers. To be honest I cant believe that any one of the 4 judges would laugh at some one while they were singing. COME ON please be a little nice to these fools I mean folks, they are trying their hardest to sing. Its not their fault that they have no clue that they shouldn't be here in front of millions of people making an ass of them self's.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets explore another item that happened tonight. Guy got done singing they all said no and he started to walk out he he tells them to be careful. They took that as a threat. Should they have taken it as a threat? Or should they have thought wow this guy is concerned for our safety that we don't fall down some steps or to be a little careful out there driving? I myself understood they guy saying be careful for what it was meant to be...or at least what I hope he meant it to be. I guess because after having my car accident and knowing that it can happen to anyone at any time that I too find my self saying be careful. I was one of these people who always figured I was not going to be in a car accident. After all I went my whole childhood without being in a car accident and most of my adult life without being in a car accident, then one day bam some one runs a red light and there I am getting hit. Ok now I may have miss lead you a tad. Because I was in a car accident before when a young kid fell asleep at the wheel and hit me. But no one was hurt in that accident. My accident in Oct we were hurt. And again it wasn't my fault. But the point I guess I'm making is that even though I was involved in that other accident it wasn't one where someone was hurt so I discounted it as an accident. My version of what accident is is when you crash and people are hurt. and yeah I know that's really wrong. Because when you are in a car accident where your car is damaged then you have been in an accident whether your fault or not. I got a letter in the mail the other day.... the city is going to court to charge the lady who ran the red light on Feb 2nd. I'm going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Well this week has warmed up considerably since last week but they said this is just temporary and we will be freezing again in a day or two. :-(&lt;br /&gt;any who how hope your week is going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6694343009517165453?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6694343009517165453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6694343009517165453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6694343009517165453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6694343009517165453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-figured-it-all-out-now-give.html' title='I finally figured it all out now give me the money!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-8929930682571606381</id><published>2009-01-16T18:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:16:59.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol-Busy-Games-Cold</title><content type='html'>Have you gone shopping with me yet? Have you just looked? Please do so. I'm not asking you to buy but should you see something that you would like go ahead and make that purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been really busy these last few days. I've been busy playing on pogo, Ive been busy playing on Facebook, babysitting the boys and trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th straight day we've had below zero temps. and today the kids didn't have school. It was and wasn't because of the weather. Stumped? Well let me explain. The buses that take the kids to school have bio-diesel fuel. This fuel isn't suppose to freeze but with our weather as cold as it has been it didn't exactly freeze but it did gel where it then breaks away and sinks to the bottom of fuel tanks and clogs the lines. Yesterday when it was around -15 some of the buses broke down leaving kids out in the freezing cold. Two of my grandkids were on one such bus. I myself thought that I should have kept the kids home yesterday but in the end they went. One reason is The oldest grandson got a ride from his mom to school then I went and picked him up after school. The second oldest I drove to the bus stop. Then the kindergartner, the bus stops in front of my house so he just goes from our front door out to bus. Again I drive down to bus stop after school and pick them up. But in between when others are being dropped off anything can happen such as a bus breaking down. The boys said they huddled under a tree and waited about 3-5 minutes for a replacement bus. They said they didn't get to cold waiting but I think they just didn't want to admit it as they had pretty red cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;And the baby (he's almost two but to me he's still my baby lol), He had a terrible cold so I had to ask daughter to take him in and he ended up having pneumonia, poor little guy. He's with daddy this weekend so I just have 3 boys which was good for today with them all home from school. There is no school Monday of course and then I will have all 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week American Idol started again and I was right there watching it. Again I can not believe that there are folks who dress like well gosh idiots! I was thinking morons but didn't want to go there. And those who really cant sing a note and was told no but they kept trying to get the judges to change their minds please oh please get a life. The one guy who sticks the most in my mind was the guy who said he mom didn't support him and she didn't believe that he was a good singer and when he came out he cried! WHAT? Are you kidding me? If my mom said to me don't go you cant sing worth a dang, and I went anyways and the judges told me NO and I just stood there and kept singing like that was going to change their minds I just wouldn't go out and stand in front of the cameras for all of America to see and cry! And the lady who sounded like she was threatening the judges &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt; wee look out! I'm waiting for the news to say she tried to harm one of the judges because she didn't get picked. Again these people are &lt;em&gt;professionals&lt;/em&gt; and know if you can carry a tune or even have a chance to work with a voice coach and possibly end up being our next idol. But please if they say no just say thank you and walk away. Don't swear, don't cry, don't threaten. Keep you dignity and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm climbing down off my soap box!&lt;br /&gt;Hope your all keeping warm. They say that by Monday we will be up into the 30's and will be there a couple of days and we will have some of this snow melting. I will believe it when I see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8929930682571606381?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8929930682571606381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8929930682571606381&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8929930682571606381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8929930682571606381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-idol-busy-games-cold.html' title='American Idol-Busy-Games-Cold'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1047080009949201407</id><published>2009-01-08T14:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:31:30.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to 2009!</title><content type='html'>Well we are already 8 days into 2009 and so far so good. I've been a little busy here just trying to do every day things and then.... wellllll lets see remember back when I said I was seeing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well that person has annoyed me so much that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; seems to be part of me now. I spoke with my sister C and it made her almost as mad as it had made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing of it is this:&lt;br /&gt;This person hasn't been in our lives for many years. Then through some ways and means they all of a sudden have a desire of how to run my life and or tell me what I'm doing wrong. Many of you know that Mr Gab and I have had our house in foreclosure a couple of times this past year. And as you may or may not know we are sorta still there. Now honestly it would take a whole lotta time to try and explain it to you as to what sorta means and I want to get this posted yet today.&lt;br /&gt;Any way this family member seems to think that if I didn't go shopping at costly places such as Macy's and Daytons(back when there was a Daytons) that I would have money. Also if I hadn't given all my kids &lt;em&gt;everything they ever asked for&lt;/em&gt; I would have money. And if I didn't eat at fancy restaurants all the time I'd have money. And if I would have slept in cheaper hotels/motels I'd have money.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the picture? Ok so now let me tell you a little secret! This family member is the one who goes to the most expensive stores they would &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;dream of shopping K-mart Target or even Wal-Mart or even a thrift store.(these are where I shop)&lt;br /&gt;They would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; dream of eating at McDonalds, Arby's or Taco Bell (where I eat when I can afford to)&lt;br /&gt;And my kids &lt;em&gt;never ever had name brand anything when they were growing up!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then are we so broke? Well lets see....economy had something to do with it, prices going up faster than our pay checks. Oh yes and I did buy some collectibles that I guess I really didn't need. But here's the thing, all the while our kids were growing up we made sure they had a roof over their heads and food in their tummy's and clothes to wear and a warm bed to sleep in. While Mr Gab and myself went without.&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the funniest thing ever.........................................If you knew my daughter and some of her friends they would all tell you that the jacket I'm wearing right now for winter I've had for like 20 years! In fact the one friend hasn't seen me since I came back here to care for my dad and when they seen me they are like you still have that Jacket and your still wearing it? Like they just couldn't believe that I would still have such an out of date style and still wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;In fact my oldest grandson's dad hasn't seen me in 13 years and was surprised that I was still wearing the same ole coat!&lt;br /&gt;One of the other places our money went was into fixing up this house a few times so that we could live comfortably, like when we went from a 2 bedroom to a four bedroom. Like when we added a 4 car garage on, to house our cars so Mr Gab didn't have to lay in the snow to fix them when they broke down. Oh yes and that's another thing Mr Gab always fixed our cars rarely did we ever take them in to a mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;Whew I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways if you haven't had a chance to check out the store over there on the left hand side under shop with me at lookatwhats4u. Please do and take a minute to sign my guess book. We just had it all updated and are pretty proud of the things we offer in our store. I'm not asking you to buy but should you see something you'd like please feel free to go ahead and purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you have visited it once or twice in the past know that our front page items change daily.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you week is going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1047080009949201407?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1047080009949201407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1047080009949201407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1047080009949201407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1047080009949201407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-2009.html' title='Welcome to 2009!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3482141390004870209</id><published>2008-12-31T18:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:28:32.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year to each and every one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.girly-tags.net" &gt;&lt;img src="http://off1.picsrc.net/images/allc/newYears_megaE/newYears4.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girly-tags.net" &gt;Girly Comments &amp; Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;FONT color=#1d1ffc size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3482141390004870209?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3482141390004870209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3482141390004870209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3482141390004870209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3482141390004870209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-to-each-and-every-one.html' title='Happy New Year to each and every one!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-3862474536509766830</id><published>2008-12-29T11:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:31:06.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Walker Ive been tagged. This seems really easy to do so I shouldn't have much trouble there. It will be tagging the 7 bloggers. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 honest things about myself (TRUE and interesting things - not just the color of yours socks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ive always wanted to be a nurse. My dad told me to join the Army to get all my training. So I went down and signed up. The training went well, we practiced giving shots to oranges. But when it came to sticking a needle into a real persons arm I couldn't do it. The Sargent told me to go home and have babies. He said women were only good for two things being a nurse (which I just failed at) and being a mom.(boy he would be in real trouble today if he said that to any women).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ive always had to call my mom when I got upset. She was the only one who could get me settled down. Its been really hard since she passed Ive picked up the phone so many times to call her only to realise she wont be there. Now I usually call my sister or one of my girlfriends from high school to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I love cats and have had at least one cat all my live except for one year when Mr Gab and I lived in an apartment. My first cat I got when I was two years old. I carried her home with both my hands around her neck. She didn't protest. I couldn't say cat nor kitten so her name became keeeeee, (sounds like key).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I also love dogs and for most of my life I have had 2 dogs. Our last dog was while we lived in SD. He was a toy poodle and something else mixed and man was he one hyper dog. We ended up taking him to the shelter, only to have one of our neighbors up the road adopt him. I really miss not having a dog but Ive been working on Mr Gab to get at least one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a Handicapped sister. When we used to go shopping people would stop and stare or pull their kids away from us. I would lose my temper and shout at these people calling them "morons" and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I swear like a sailor! Its a very bad habit that I picked up as a child(I started at age 10)It mostly started because of people who treated us different because of my handicapped sister. My dad has a very bad temper which I have as well. Unfortunately I didn't bother to stop it while my kids were small so they have it as well, but I have been holding it back with my grand kids. They have to do something really bad to see that temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I like to wear shorts and go barefoot all year round and have been known to go out into the snow like that. I really don't like shoes. Most woman have a closet full of shoes where I have just 3 pairs to my name. Plus 1 pair of slippers and 1 pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) when other girls were out flirting with boys I was taking auto mechanics in school and working on cars. I was what many called a "tomboy" I didn't notice boys until my senior year and then I just didn't give a damn! After school I went to work never really expecting to get married. I wanted to I just didn't think I would. I also told my girlfriends I was going to have 22 kids and no husband!(man am I glad that didn't come about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)I don't like living in this house. In fact I didn't want to buy this one but Mr Gab talked me into it. Ive always hated this house. But have made do. When we moved to SD the house we bought has some of the same characteristic's as this one.It has an open floor plan like this one, but the kitchen is bigger than this one and there is a true dining room where here there is an eat in area. The bathroom out there is bigger than this one. But there is no basement just a crawl space where here we have a full basement. Both houses are on corner lots and double lots at that. Both have 4 car garages. I guess I just wanted a house that reminded me of this one after all we have lived here for 25 years before we moved there for 5 years and then came back here. I am more at home in SD than here in MN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)I can drive a stick and when I get into a car with a stick I become this "woman" who thinks she is showing off. Some how when I get into that car its like no other woman but me can drive a stick. It really goes to my head. But in truth I don't really like driving a stick so I always talk Mr Gab into making sure its an automatic before we buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)I am a very friendly person who most say I'm out going. But actually I'm very shy. One of the things my material grandmother told me was talk to everyone even if you don't know them because they may be your best friend you just don't know it yet. When I worked in the nursing home I was the minority. But I talked to everyone. One guy who would never answer me but I kept talking to anyways finally turned to me one day and asked me why? I said why what? He said why are you talking to me your white I'm black. I got so mad and said what is the differences between you and me? Other than the fact that you are male? I said you eat like me, you breath like me, you talk like me, you dress like me (one leg in at a time sorta thing)and if you get cut you bleed like me. So I said what is the difference? Then I said OH OH WAIT. I held my arm next to his and said. I know whats different....You have a helluva better tan than me. He started to laugh and from that day on we were good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it. 10 true things about me that most don't know or maybe thought they did now they know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;and the 7 bloggers.......are&lt;br /&gt;Barman&lt;br /&gt;Lime&lt;br /&gt;Rosie&lt;br /&gt;Signgurl&lt;br /&gt;Croaker&lt;br /&gt;Robinslife&lt;br /&gt;Book binder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-3862474536509766830?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3862474536509766830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=3862474536509766830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3862474536509766830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/3862474536509766830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='Ive been tagged!'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5048345086605818594</id><published>2008-12-27T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:52:43.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SVaxMg7hcaI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Kd5g7A2WQps/s1600-h/luckyntoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SVaxMg7hcaI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Kd5g7A2WQps/s200/luckyntoys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284606041321992610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky! I got the toys for both Lucky and Pumpkin but as you can see Lucky has almost all of them by him and he is protecting them! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very good Christmas. Weather here has been up in the 40's. Although today we are back down to 22. Some snow did melt yesterday. But there is more in the forcast very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5048345086605818594?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5048345086605818594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5048345086605818594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5048345086605818594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5048345086605818594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-winner-is_27.html' title='And the winner is.....'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SVaxMg7hcaI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Kd5g7A2WQps/s72-c/luckyntoys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5676371512192226245</id><published>2008-12-25T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:07:25.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;peace and happiness to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;From Gab and her family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5676371512192226245?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5676371512192226245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5676371512192226245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5676371512192226245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5676371512192226245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/hurray.html' title='Hurray'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2180056213622602767</id><published>2008-12-21T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:02:29.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down is on</title><content type='html'>Here at our house the grand kids are happily counting down the days left till Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;But here is a small but funny little tid-bit:&lt;br /&gt;Youngest grandson who is just 23 months old(at the end of this month at least he will be). We have been teaching him to talk.&lt;br /&gt;We tell him to say Uncle so and so. Well Now he has one great uncle named (ok sorry but I gotta use the name in order for this to work so apologies ahead of time) Chris. But little Lj wont say Chris. Every time we say Uncle Chris He says Uncle Hot dog! Every single time. Some times I will say can you say Chris? and he comes back with Hot dog. Now Lj hasn't seen Uncle Chris since he was about 6 maybe 8 months old. SO where he came up with Hot dog we aren't sure but it is funny. So here I am trying to get Lj to say Merry Christmas. Yep you got it, He says Merry Hot dog! Christmas sounds too much like Chris so to him its hot dog! LOL. He is just a total cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I know your all busy and getting ready &lt;em&gt;for the day,&lt;/em&gt; But I'd like to ask you a question. What if any traditions do you have at your home that makes Christmas special for you and yours? Now even if your single there must be some tradition that your family does every year that makes your families Christmas special. From the food you make to stories you tell to even the decorations on your tree. I would like you to share them with me. I will start the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I decorate....(over decorate Mr Gab says) Well ok maybe I do go over board a little but I love the whole Jesus born Christmas day as well as all the different ornaments I collect that make my Christmas special.&lt;br /&gt;I have about 7 miniature trees. One tree has Disney Ornaments, One tree has John Deere ornaments,One tree has coke ornaments, and for heavens sakes I don't remember what all I have. But each tree has a theme. The reason I cant remember is they are still at home in SD. I haven't used those in 4 years. I also have a whole collection of Liberty Falls Buildings that I use to decorate(this year I didn't put them up because we just didn't have the room to do it) I also have some Coke Buildings that were for members only that I also use. Then of course we decorate the outside. and it seems every year I add more to what was the year before thanks to garage sales.&lt;br /&gt;As for food. Well it's usually either Ham or Turkey. This year will be Turkey. My daughter will again make the Scalloped Oysters that was my moms tradition every year. I have these green dishes that I have collected over the years (they all match)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SU8Q8pPHp8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/h0x-Wj7kes4/s1600-h/green+relish+dish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459521976346562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SU8Q8pPHp8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/h0x-Wj7kes4/s200/green+relish+dish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I use to hold the olives pickles etc.(they too are in SD so I have been using some Tupperware that is meant for condiments like jelly or honey has three cups that sit in a holder that will hold all nicely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SU8RLkKntsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/8PaDxkXMygk/s1600-h/condiment+dish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459778313336514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SU8RLkKntsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/8PaDxkXMygk/s200/condiment+dish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can compromise, when I have too but I try to stick with each thing that everyone knows that I use and look fore wards to seeing them at Christmas(and sometimes Thanksgiving)&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas eve we leave the Christmas lights inside and outside on all night so "Santa" can find us.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are up by about 6am and I make them wait till I can get up. Then each kid gets one present and they take turns opening theirs before they get the next gift. Then its breakfast and preparations of dinner. Of course if there are Christmas specials on TV they will be on and of course "football". These are some of my traditions that we do each and every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a minute and share yours will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2180056213622602767?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2180056213622602767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2180056213622602767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2180056213622602767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2180056213622602767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-down-is-on.html' title='The count down is on'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SU8Q8pPHp8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/h0x-Wj7kes4/s72-c/green+relish+dish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-2625994057573934460</id><published>2008-12-18T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:32:05.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmer</title><content type='html'>Ok so I was going to post about why I was seeing red,but something else came up that has me thinking for now I will just wait. This other thing is just a little more important. So for now just this tiny update. Hoope you all doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-2625994057573934460?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2625994057573934460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=2625994057573934460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2625994057573934460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/2625994057573934460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/calmer.html' title='Calmer'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-8824262130703579231</id><published>2008-12-16T14:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:03:24.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing red</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm so mad right now Im seeing red! Sooo instead of doing a post today of what Im mad about(I need a little time to cool off) I will give you some new pictures of Lucky and Pumpkin. I hope you enjoy them even if you dont really like cats! (p.s. furnace went out again...guess we have no choice but to get new one now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWRaYtcPI/AAAAAAAAA08/56VTkNfPu44/s1600-h/lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495051488456946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWRaYtcPI/AAAAAAAAA08/56VTkNfPu44/s200/lucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Lucky checking out what I'm eating. He now has a nasty little habit of trying to either get into your bowl or on your plate while your eating or actually tries to take food outta your mouth. He did that to Mr Gab the other day and bit his lip and Lucky went flying. No he wasnt hurt but he sure knew not to try that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWMmXMKlI/AAAAAAAAA00/wYcS9K4lZcY/s1600-h/lucky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280494968803961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWMmXMKlI/AAAAAAAAA00/wYcS9K4lZcY/s200/lucky2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky sitting on my lap where its warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWG6RnGQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/E1tW2hte1cg/s1600-h/pumpkin+and+lucky+on+my+lap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280494871070054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWG6RnGQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/E1tW2hte1cg/s200/pumpkin+and+lucky+on+my+lap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky and Pumpkin both sitting on my lap. I've got a quilt on so I'm a warm spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgV_VkrTBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/7sxg9tbf8u8/s1600-h/lucky+and+pumpkin+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280494740958825490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgV_VkrTBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/7sxg9tbf8u8/s200/lucky+and+pumpkin+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the two cats sleeping together on back of couch. Can you see that they are facing different directions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgV4udsVnI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qW3kSfm4qHo/s1600-h/Lucky+sitting+on+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280494627381335666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgV4udsVnI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qW3kSfm4qHo/s200/Lucky+sitting+on+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry about this one. There was so much sun coming in and I didnt want to lose the picture. Lucky is actually sitting on Pumpkin, and Pumpkin is letting him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-8824262130703579231?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8824262130703579231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=8824262130703579231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8824262130703579231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/8824262130703579231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing red'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SUgWRaYtcPI/AAAAAAAAA08/56VTkNfPu44/s72-c/lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-540942534092966187</id><published>2008-12-14T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:10:40.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets start out Monday with a joke</title><content type='html'>Yep I know its Sunday night but maybe you didn't actually get here Sunday night and it's really Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy this little joke as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walks into the Mississippi welfare office,&lt;br /&gt; trailed  by 15 kids.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "WOW!" the social worker exclaims. "Are&lt;br /&gt; they  all yours?''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Yep, they are all mine," the flustered&lt;br /&gt; momma sighs, having heard that&lt;br /&gt; question a thousand times before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She says, "Sit down Leroy." All the children&lt;br /&gt; rush  to find seats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Well," says the social worker, "then&lt;br /&gt; you  must be here to sign up. I'll need&lt;br /&gt; allyour children's names."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, to keep it simple, the boys are all named&lt;br /&gt; 'Leroy' and the girls are all named 'Leighroy'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In disbelief, the case worker. "Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt; They're ALL named Leroy?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Their momma replied, "Well, yes-it makes it  easier.&lt;br /&gt; When it's time to get&lt;br /&gt; them out of bed and ready for school, I yells,&lt;br /&gt; 'Leroy!' An when it's time&lt;br /&gt; for dinner, I just yells 'Leroy!' an they all &lt;br /&gt; comes  a runnin. An' if I need&lt;br /&gt; to stop the kid who's running into the street, I&lt;br /&gt; just  yells Leroy' and all&lt;br /&gt; of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever had,&lt;br /&gt; namin' them all Leroy."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The social worker thinks this over for a bit, then&lt;br /&gt; wrinkles her forehead and&lt;br /&gt; says tentatively, "But what if you just want ONE&lt;br /&gt; kid  to come, and not the  whole bunch?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Then I calls them by their last names."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-540942534092966187?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/540942534092966187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=540942534092966187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/540942534092966187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/540942534092966187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-start-out-monday-with-joke.html' title='Lets start out Monday with a joke'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5334387945380690374</id><published>2008-12-11T18:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:28:20.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a good daughter and a stinker too.</title><content type='html'>Last week when I was at my dad's house he talked about one of his cats dying and saying that he should go over to the humane society and getting another cat.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told Mr Gab this and he's like I should see if they have any large cats to get rid of at one of these Vet's that I go to. I said yeah and find out what it cost to adopt one. Well soon Mr Gab came home one night tossed me his cell and said "look" So I went to the pictures and seen two beautiful cats one Female one male. So I said I'm going to email these to my sister C and see which one she likes. So I did. Then I talked to her the next morning and asked her which one she liked. She hadn't been online yet so while I waited for her to download the pics we talked. Then I heard Awww that one is cute. I said which one she said the Male one. SO I said well check out the female one too. So she did and again I hear awww shes cute too. And I say well which one should we get dad? And she's like I don't know why do you do this to me? And I say cause I couldn't make up my mind either.&lt;br /&gt;SO I tell Mr Gab you pick and surprise us. &lt;br /&gt;Well, then I get to thinking (man I gotta stop doing that) What if dad wasn't serious what if he really don't want a cat? So I call sister C and say "call dad and tell him Mr Gab has a cat that needs a home and would he like it?" So she calls dad and asks. Soon she calls me on my cell and asks "how old is this cat?" I say Oh two or three.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says yeah that's ok, then he ask is it male or female? Now I laugh my you know what off. Well honest! I had no idea which one Mr Gab was picking. SO I say I don't know. Well dad says that's alright bring the cat up.&lt;br /&gt;SO Mr Gab brings home the male cat last night and oh is he pretty. And this morning I drive up to dad's house and I take the cat in and now dad is in love with this cat. They usually go see my sister D on Thus. but today dad didn't want to go he claimed he wasn't up to it. I think and this is what I told sister C that he just wanted to get to know his new cat better. Well I must say I made my dad really happy. Even if I made sister C do all the dirty work of calling and checking with dad.&lt;br /&gt;When I left he was pretty happy with his new friend. Funny thing.....when I was a kid growing up he "hated" cats! really!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I think he like them now because he is lonely and they are what keeps him going they give him a reason to live. Either way I'm glad sister C and I decided to go ahead a get one of the cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5334387945380690374?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5334387945380690374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5334387945380690374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5334387945380690374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5334387945380690374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-good-daughter-and-stinker-too.html' title='I&apos;m a good daughter and a stinker too.'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-9111311194968958530</id><published>2008-12-08T14:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:42:56.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is........(and other things)</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vikings&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MN Vikings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;won again yesterday. And we played a great team Detroit. and I have several good friends in Michigan and all I can say is nah nah nah we beat you! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry I just had to do that because so many people think our &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stink. And sometimes I agree. But so far this year they are doing an amazing job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I went to a friends church for Advent. and had a wonderful time. All except singing. I still cant. Even more so with this dang cold. They had some appetizers and cookies and candies. and I was good I had one candy and one cookie. They had some Ice Cream and I made sure the cup I had had the least amount in it so that I ended up with maybe two bites. I want to keep going on loosing this extra weight and even though I'm semi trying I hope that I can still drop it. This is of course the worst time of year to lose weight with all the Christmas candies and cookies. I even plan on making some but I also plan on watching how many I eat. (as few as possible! or none at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/ST2FUV0LbiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zW2Z3T5z8Pg/s1600-h/000_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277520922847964706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/ST2FUV0LbiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zW2Z3T5z8Pg/s200/000_0481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/ST2FM_2zcdI/AAAAAAAAAz8/n_aEfxGYWVk/s1600-h/000_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277520796694311378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/ST2FM_2zcdI/AAAAAAAAAz8/n_aEfxGYWVk/s200/000_0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what my grandkids did this weekend. We havent used tinsel in years but I thought why not(silly me forgot the kitten) So far both cats have left the tree and decorations alone. I think the grandkids did a wonderful job decorating grandma and grandpa's tree. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I have a house full of sick grandkids. Two have the flu one has strep and baby is well(so far) Glad I got a flu shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-9111311194968958530?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/9111311194968958530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=9111311194968958530&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/9111311194968958530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/9111311194968958530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is........(and other things)'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/ST2FUV0LbiI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zW2Z3T5z8Pg/s72-c/000_0481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4138502725708279393</id><published>2008-12-03T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:10:39.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day.....</title><content type='html'>Oh Happy Day, I'm Singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain. Dance to the music.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; your thinking she's gone off the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gab is happy! Very Happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to the doctor's yesterday,my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rheumatoid&lt;/span&gt; doctor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The nurse tells me get on the scale..........Gab takes off her jacket puts her purse aside and gets on...............................peeks through her eyes and sees...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not sure but I think I've lost some weight"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I tell the nurse. She says yes I think so lets go see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we go back into the room where she takes my blood pressure, takes my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pulse, and takes my tempature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then she brings up my last visit (to see him) and says "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes you've lost 20 lbs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then she counts on her fingers Oct, Nov, Dec...In two months she tells me you've lost 20 lbs. Have you been trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I was there on Oct 1st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Trying,trying are you kidding me I'm at least 150 over weight of course I'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No I say, I stopped trying. When I tryed I seemed to gain more weight each time so I stopped trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, she says I guess that has worked for you great job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I mean talk about putting me on top of the world! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sooooo hows your week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4138502725708279393?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4138502725708279393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4138502725708279393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4138502725708279393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4138502725708279393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day.....'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7326658358483334992</id><published>2008-11-28T23:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:22:05.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday to my brother</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone hope your Thanksgiving was good and that you all had plenty to eat. Hope you didn't stuff yourself too much. I was up at about 5:45am and started the turkey. I then did some dosing,in my chair until daughter came over to pick up the pie that I had forgotten to bake night before. Mr Gab worked the overnight shift and had gotten home at 6:45am and went right in to bed. He needed all the sleep he could get before they all showed up. When daughter and youngest son and family had gotten here, daughter had asked me if I had called her older brother. I said no. Well she tried and got a message that he was out of minutes. So I said don't worry if he isn't in jail he will be here its free food. Sure enough about 1/2 hr later he was here with his girlfriend. We ate about 1:30pm and then we just all kinda sat around doing the memory thing about when my mom was still alive.How she always cooked goose and I never had an actual Thanksgiving turkey dinner until Mr Gab and I had been married about 10 or so years. We talked about the scalloped oysters that grandma always made and how that was one of the things we carried on.&lt;br /&gt;Our Daughter's cell rang. She was like now what? She answered and soon she was very mad. And when she got off phone she was yelling. What we all got was that baby L who was with daddy had gotten hurt and was on way to hospital. She had thought "daddy's" Motorcycle had fallen on him.&lt;br /&gt;So while we all waited and worried she had gone out there to see what happened and how bad he was hurt. 2 1/2 hrs later she called to say it was "daddy's" Mountain bike that fell on him and he had 4 staples in his head. Awwwww poor baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Any ways she got back (without the baby) and they stayed only about an hour more. I had fallen asleep in there during that time and I think Mr Gab might have been asleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone went home. I said to Mr Gab "wow I think that's the first time in years that we've had a Thanksgiving dinner and no one started a fight" I had to tell youngest son only twice to lower his voice. Daughter called back at about 9 and said "did I just dream that or did we make it all the way through dinner and the day without anyone fighting?" I said yeah amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky spent most of his day in the kennel. There were way to many people for him and he started to have accidents alot. So he stayed hidden.&lt;br /&gt;When we got into bed all of a suddened I realised that it was also my brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to call him today and wish him a happy late birthday. He had had a busy day yesterday and said I may have not even gotten him. So I guess forgetting until so late was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt shop Black Friday. Heck I dont like getting up early as it is and I never have money to go shopping on Black friday. What I did was go to my chirpractor's and came out feeling somewhat better. The pain is still there almost as bad as day of accident. But I have my good days and my bad, more bad than good.&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it I truely hope you all had a good turkey day. Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7326658358483334992?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7326658358483334992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7326658358483334992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7326658358483334992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7326658358483334992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-happy-thanksgiving-and-happy.html' title='A Late Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday to my brother'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-7449453497747779297</id><published>2008-11-26T17:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:51:41.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky part 2</title><content type='html'>So now you've all met Lucky. He is a cutie. Pumpkin isn't to sure about him just yet, but with a little time and love I will have them best friends.&lt;br /&gt;So in the mean time let me tell you Lucky's story.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gab drives to WI every day to do pick-ups for places like eye doctors, and Veterinarian's.&lt;br /&gt;One day he came home and told me about these three little kittens at this one veterinarian's office. He said there was a white one a tiger (grey and black strip)one and he never told me what the third one was. I said bring home the white one. He said no, we cant afford any more pets.&lt;br /&gt;The next day he came home and told me how the tiger striped one recognised him when he walked in and came right over to him. This went on for about two weeks, he would come home and tell me all about this little kitten. Then I said to him one day "you should see how your eyes light up when you talk about this kitten" I said" she must remind you of Frisky" He said" yes in a way he does." You see Frisky was a kitten born in our dresser drawer. She was the runt of the litter. In fact I had to take the other 3 kittens out of the drawer put Angel and frisky in the drawer and close the drawer to almost shut in order to get Angel to feed her. She was the last one to open her eyes but the first one to figure out how to get out of the drawer. Then she climbed up on our bed and slept with us. She was so small she fit into the palm of Mr Gab's hand. In the middle of the night Mr Gab yelled turn on the light I think I killed her. I turned on the light to see him holding this little kitten and she wasn't moving. But I ran my finger down her side and she lifted her head and meowed at me. I laughed at Mr Gab and went back to sleep. Those two also played a game at night. He would try to beat her to bed and she would always win. Some times he would say Frisky lets go to bed and then they would "race each other" She was my cat in away but mainly she was his. We had her for 16 years and let me tell you Mr Gab cried when she was put down due to her health. She was suffering so it was best way to do it but either way it made us both cry.&lt;br /&gt;So when he started to talk so much about this kitten I knew he was hooked. I finally said bring him home. He said he's not the one you want. I said "it doesn't matter I'll love either one and you know that."&lt;br /&gt;Well a few days went by and then came Monday. First Mr Gab was late getting home. No problem that occasionally happens. The I checked one bank and found out we were in the hole and it was more than the check I was expecting back. So I called Mr Gab to ask him about it. He asked me how much and I said well I wasn't sure it wasn't listed. Well he goes to late bank is closed, we will just have to pay the 35.00 over draft fee.&lt;br /&gt;Well then I decided to check bank number 2. And what do I see? A transaction for 31 something to a Valley View Vet's office in WI. Bingo!!!! Light came on and I knew.&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Gab finally got home he opened door slowly and seen we were all in the living room and he was trying to hide what he had in his other hand by keeping it outside. I said "you might as well bring him in I already know. So he brought him in then asked how did you know? So I told him it was already out of the bank. He said "damn you for checking the bank when most of the time I forget"! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Well first thing he wanted to do was name him 007. I said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 2 minutes to name him Lucky. Lucky because he made Mr Gab fall in love with him and buy him and bring him home. After all Mr Gab was very insistent that we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting any more pets.&lt;br /&gt;I then kissed him and said I guess I don't get the dog I want. He said No not this year. Oh well I love Lucky and enjoy teaching him all the little things a kitten should know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh hey BTExpress, I love both cats and dogs and if I had my way I would have 2 of each at least!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have an MRI done today. The guy doing it was so young I thought he was an intern or something and here he was the Doc. lol. Anyways I wont know how my back and neck are doing from the accident until next week so I'll keep ya posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-7449453497747779297?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7449453497747779297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=7449453497747779297&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7449453497747779297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/7449453497747779297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky-part-2.html' title='Lucky part 2'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1028874772040432729</id><published>2008-11-25T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:17:20.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SSxcWxqnhKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/_FDparEjy6Q/s1600-h/luckyonjacksblanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272690810102973602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SSxcWxqnhKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/_FDparEjy6Q/s200/luckyonjacksblanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everyone, my name is Lucky and I just joined gab's family yesterday. She will tell you all about how I arrived later. Sorry about dark picture it's my human mom's cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1028874772040432729?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1028874772040432729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1028874772040432729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1028874772040432729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1028874772040432729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky.html' title='LUCKY'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SSxcWxqnhKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/_FDparEjy6Q/s72-c/luckyonjacksblanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6542316197590965041</id><published>2008-11-22T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:22:00.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long long ago</title><content type='html'>Way back many many years ago....My mom and I started to write to pen-pals. One day my mom got a letter from her pen-pal in Michigan. She was a young mom with two children the youngest a boy of 5 months. I was about 13 or 14 years at the time. One day mom was reading a letter from her pen-pal and she made a comment that this pen-pal said about me. Well one thing lead to another and soon I was writing this same woman in Michigan, as well as my own two pen-pals.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years we chatting about everything under the sun. Of course when mom got a letter from her she usually said something about me and mom had to share. Funny now that I look back it almost seems strange that mom and I wrote to the same lady and we were all very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Any ways time went on I got married started a family and only kept in touch once in awhile as my mom was still writing every week, I didn't have to update as often. Soon I didn't hear my mom talking about her much, I knew she was still writing to her, but we didn't talk as much as we used too. Once in awhile mom would say oh her daughter did this or her son did that or her hubby said this or did that. We had always thought one day we would all drive out there to visit and meet in person. Yes we had sent pictures over the years but it would have been so very nice to actually meet.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course mom got sick and it wasn't long before she passed.&lt;br /&gt;I often had thought about Dawn and her family during the funeral and next few weeks. Then one day as we were cleaning out mom's junk drawer I found an old letter to her.&lt;br /&gt;SO I wrote to let her know her old friend had passed. The letter came back. NFA (no forwarding address).&lt;br /&gt;About a month went by and I got my mail one day, and in it was a magazine about gardening.&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you I never read front cover to back cover in one sitting as I usually don't have time. But this day I sat right down and went page by page. I got to the back and they had a section from other subscribers asking for seeds and such in exchange for different seeds that they wanted. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NOW I NEVER READ THIS SECTION!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But on this day I started to read what everyone was looking for and thinking that maybe I had something from my garden I could share.&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden I came across this lady who wanted Horseradish roots. Well low and behold I had some that I could share. Then my mouth dropped open. This lady had the same name as the pen-pal my mom and I had wrote to so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote to this lady and said yes I have horseradish roots that she could have. Then I asked if she might be the one that we wrote to so many years ago and that I had some news.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she wrote back all excited and said yes it was she and she hoped that it was good news.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote back and said no I'm sorry its bad news then proceeded to tell her about moms passing. Well we got right on the Internet and started to chat. I told her how I never ever read that section of the magazine but did that day.&lt;br /&gt;She told me it had to be my mom's doing that she pushed me to read it,because she knew that Dawns request was there. It was just meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;So after all these years we are back in contact and making plans to now actually visit.&lt;br /&gt;And just when we thought we had it figured out her hubby dies. But she told me tonight that he couldn't believe that we got back together over horseradish roots! Yes indeed it is a funny thing to bring us together again, but I'm sure glad it did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sorry her hubby had to die, before we got a chance to meet. But I know for sure that my mom was there waiting for him and they are talking about old times and just waiting for the rest of us to catch up with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6542316197590965041?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6542316197590965041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6542316197590965041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6542316197590965041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6542316197590965041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-long-ago.html' title='Long long ago'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-4808838843357344387</id><published>2008-11-19T21:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:50:30.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye to a friend.</title><content type='html'>Death is hard no matter what the situation. My dear dear friend that Ive know since I was about 13, hubby died this morning. They knew it was coming as he had had kidney failure and some other problems that usually take the persons life after awhile. He'd been going back and forth for 4 years now and I guess his body just couldn't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish more than any thing if I could be there with her.The funeral is Monday. But she lives in MI.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the money to travel out there to be with her. So I talk to her when I can on line and if she calls I'll be there for her too. I don't want to call her for fear that she might be in the middle of something like folks visiting so I just wait to hear from her.&lt;br /&gt;Our story is very unique in the way we met and got to know each other through out the years. And one day soon I will tell you it. Its kinda funny and kinda strange.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time please pray for strength for my friend as she may be left out in the cold. She may loose her house and everything else. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there but in the mean time I love you Dawn! and may god be with you in this time of need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-4808838843357344387?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4808838843357344387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=4808838843357344387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4808838843357344387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/4808838843357344387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-bye-to-friend.html' title='Good bye to a friend.'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6343472479361431907</id><published>2008-11-14T20:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:26:48.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>This week has been crazy....I've been sick with the most awful cold and sore throat! I missed most of my appointments with the chiropractor. In fact today was the first day all week that I was feeling good enough to go. When I got home at first I was a cussing out the Doc because he did an adjustment on my neck and at first I had the most awful headache,but after a short nap I felt a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;My sister C called yesterday, my dad lost of of his cats.....He was so upset because he couldn't find any of them so he thought all 3 had died! After awhile one of the 2 still left came out of hiding and dad cheered up some. I told sister C that we should go get a cat and sneak it into the house and then when dad(if he even noticed) said hey what cat is that we'd say "Oh don't you remember ?" That's so and so. LoL &lt;br /&gt;Our oldest son came and spent one night. I was sleeping in my chair while kids were at school and he did some dishes for me. Then yesterday while Baby was still with his daddy grandma did some cleaning......man oh man did I sweat it out. But I got a lot of cleaning done.&lt;br /&gt;And all of the family has started to plan for Thanksgiving...I'm not really into it this year for some reason. Although I've started talking about decorating for Christmas already something I don't normally do until after Thanksgiving! So any way thats how my weeks been going...How's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6343472479361431907?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6343472479361431907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6343472479361431907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6343472479361431907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6343472479361431907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-6413543335523862709</id><published>2008-11-09T12:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:22:01.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>Hey every one how are you today? Me I've got a cold that just won't quit!&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the reason for this post.&lt;br /&gt;First I ask a question, Have you ever had someone whom you loved that has passed? A mom, dad, sister, brother, wife, husband? or any other loved one?&lt;br /&gt;Do you celebrate their birthdays after they are gone? No I don't mean a big fancy party or anything like that. Maybe just a quiet meal with other family members where you talk about old times good and bad? Or do you just remember in your own way by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I did on Friday. I did a post but I didn't mention that it was my mom's birthday on Friday and if she was alive she'd be celebrating 76 years. Its still hard for me to believe that our mom is gone. She only got to see her first great grandson for a whole year before she passed. But during that year she was so sick that I know she didn't get to enjoy any special time with him. At the same time my youngest sister had had her third child a daughter who was born 4 months before my grandson. So here she had two new members a new granddaughter and a great grandson and she was very sick. I know she tried in that last year to be a little part of their lives even though they were really to young to remember it. But it was hard for her to. Knowing as she did that she had lots to live for but that she wasn't going to make it. My daughter T was her only granddaughter for the longest time and now she finally had a second granddaughter. And her oldest granddaughter gave her her first great grandchild! &lt;br /&gt;The thing is Friday was her birthday and yes I was busy with my life and grand kids and yes I remembered it I just wanted it to be a quiet day that was just for me to remember some of the things that I shared with my mom. Silly things, stupid things and OMG did I just do that, whats mom gonna say?&lt;br /&gt;So I let the day pass quietly and did my own thing and thought of my mom all day long, and decided that I would post a little about her later when I was all done having her to myself(in a sense that day)as Im sure my sisters also had her in their thoughts that day too, as well as the rest of our family probably did.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to say good bye to the ones you love especially when taken so young. And it makes it even harder when it happens around the holidays. I have vowed every year to try and keep traditions going and every year it gets harder and harder to do. Its to the point where I no longer want to even cook the Thanksgiving meal or the Christmas meal. It's like I would rather just take the time to be with my family so that one day they dont have to say I wish I had spent more time with mom/grandma at Thanksgiving/Christmas rather that her cooking and I come eat and go. Today I sit and think why is it so important to make a big holiday meal just to get family together and talk and maybe even disagree some and then go away till the next holiday? We are to busy in the kitchen preparing this big ole meal, then we are in the kitchen cleaning up and where or where did the time go? Why dont we have just a simple meal and then spend the rest of the day together and make memories?&lt;br /&gt;But I know already I will be in the kitchen making that meal and sharing some family time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-6413543335523862709?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6413543335523862709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=6413543335523862709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6413543335523862709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/6413543335523862709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-1039570077790376466</id><published>2008-11-07T19:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:56:52.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy last few days &amp; great news</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been here for a bit...but yesterday I had a meeting to go to for my handicapped sister D. Both my youngest sister C and our dad were there too. After the meeting I dropped of Mr Gab and went back to my dad's where he took us all out to eat. Now by all I mean not only my sister and him but myself and 3 of my four grands that I babysit. The baby had gone home with his daddy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went back to dad's and chatted awhile then I took off to my girlfriend S's house. I didn't get to stay as long as I wanted because I had to have oldest grandson back here before 6(pm) as he was going out with his Big(big sister big brother program) And the other two boys were going to their mom's for awhile. After everyone was gone I drove back out to Fridley to pick up Mr Gab. Then we came back home. I had Mr Gab drive home because after I drove all day my neck and shoulders were hurting pretty badly. I was so glad I had an appointment for the chiropractor this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Good News: Well while I was at my chiropractor appointment Mr Gab was here working on the Durango. Now it's not totally fixed but its fixed enough that I can drive short trips. Before Mr Gab went to work I said "hey now I have the car back but no money". He asked what I needed money for and I said I had wanted to take the kids to the movies as Madagascar Escape 2 Africa came out. He handed me the money and said have fun. SO I took the boys to see the movie. I haven't been to the theater in awhile, but hey even if its a kids movie it was fun and I laughed! Even if your all grown up this is a very good movie. Course it would help if you've seen the first one. Grandkids are still singing "I like to move it move it" Lol and I catch myself singing it too.&lt;br /&gt; Have a great weekend everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-1039570077790376466?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1039570077790376466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=1039570077790376466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1039570077790376466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/1039570077790376466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-last-few-days-great-news.html' title='Busy last few days &amp; great news'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5133643355101246050</id><published>2008-11-04T17:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:30:43.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all wish BTExpress</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Gab form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tony, hope you had a good one here on election day. (Did those of you who can vote?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5133643355101246050?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5133643355101246050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5133643355101246050&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5133643355101246050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5133643355101246050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-all-wish-btexpress.html' title='Let&apos;s all wish BTExpress'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35985687.post-5208744164344076368</id><published>2008-10-31T23:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:59:10.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 grandkids pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveac4hCBI/AAAAAAAAAyk/y6qZ3YKDdmw/s1600-h/timspumpkin+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263545135523760146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveac4hCBI/AAAAAAAAAyk/y6qZ3YKDdmw/s200/timspumpkin+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This first pumpkin his oldest grandson's. If you can't tell he has ghosts and pac-man running across top and bottom. He did this design by himself with just small suggestions from grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveV6r3r1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/RxSV36Hh-Fk/s1600-h/aaronspumpkin2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263545057624436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveV6r3r1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/RxSV36Hh-Fk/s200/aaronspumpkin2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is grandson #2's pumpkin. He too did his by himself with some "light"help from his bigs.(Big Brother Big Sister program)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveRFh_agI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tSqZuPTmtPs/s1600-h/jeremyspumpkin+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263544974636444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveRFh_agI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tSqZuPTmtPs/s200/jeremyspumpkin+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally grandson #3 who is 5 almost 6. He had help from his mom and her friend. He did the heart eyes for me cause he wanted me to know how much he loves me!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year that I've gotten to sit back and not lift a finger helping. I usually have to "dig out the guts" because they think it's "icky" but for once no one asked me for help other than oldest grandson when he asked what shape (or how to cut) out the ghost and pac-man. All I did was draw it on paper then showed him and talked him through it. Once he got the hang of it he didn't need me any more. His pumpkin is mostly green. This is because it was a volunteer pumpkin that grew in our backyard this year. It got a very late start and we had to "pick" it earlier this week when the frost got bad. Plus the birds and stray cats were doing a number on it. We had hoped that it would "orange up" by tonight but it didn't get that far. Either way I think its a great pumpkin Charlie Brown!!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out earlier post for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing before I go.......Grandson #3 wants me to tell you all a joke that he learned today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Why did the skeleton &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; cross the road?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Beacause he had no guts!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35985687-5208744164344076368?l=gabalotgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5208744164344076368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35985687&amp;postID=5208744164344076368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5208744164344076368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35985687/posts/default/5208744164344076368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabalotgal.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-grandkids-pumpkin.html' title='3 grandkids pumpkin'/><author><name>gab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08933789582534204216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZR3HF1xNSoY/Td2bkSjAWHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/cQo4j6D_tkc/s220/297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwhDPDvgHEE/SQveac4hCBI/AAAAAAAAAyk/y6qZ3YKDdmw/s72-c/timspumpkin+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
