<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:41:46.906-07:00</updated><category term='Camper shopping'/><title type='text'>It Could Only Happen to Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-8870623426789170199</id><published>2010-04-30T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:55:54.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, a year gone by</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that nearly a year has gone by since I posted.  I guess maybe my luck has been a little better.  There really hasn't been too many only me stories to tell.  My husband had a dentist mess up and burnt his lips and gums with acid while attempting to do a root canal.  I have never seen a lip so swolen in my entire life.  It looked a lot like a hot dog only it was ready to burst.  I have been trying to find a dress for my daughter's wedding.  I didn't know that anyone could look so bad in so many dresses.  If I wanted to be a zebra, a giraffe, a monk, a barrel cactus, or you name it that is what I looked like.  I really don't like the clothing and styles right now.  I am still trying.  I may have to paint my body brown, I don't know.  I will say that I have had a good laugh over how I have looked in the dresses.  I really want to cry instead.  I need a dress.  I can find some that I like but they aren't the right color.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-8870623426789170199?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/8870623426789170199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=8870623426789170199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/8870623426789170199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/8870623426789170199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-year-gone-by.html' title='Wow, a year gone by'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-1121969908908675350</id><published>2009-05-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:14:22.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck or what!</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything for a long time. I was hoping that maybe by some chance my luck had changed. Not so. We went to Iggie's for dinner and guess who didn't get any coleslaw. It was suppose to come with my dinner. They also forgot to get my take home container. They gave Amy hers. I was quite upset. It was like they didn't see or hear me. Then we went to KFC and again I ordered mashed potatoes and gravy and coleslaw as sides. I got two coleslaws. Gary ordered the same as me and he got potatoe wedges and coleslaw. They were nice enough to give us some mashed potatoes on the side. This was only after they wouldn't honor the free grilled chicken dinner that we had coupons for. Then to top it all off today we got hit by a tire while driving on state road 6. Yes, a tire came off of a fellows pickup that was driving in the opposite lane and of course it had to happen right when we were passing. You can only imagine how you would feel if you saw a tire rolling at you in your lane. We couldn't miss it because we had a cement barrier on one side and on coming traffic in the other lane. We would have hit the fellow who the tire belonged to if we had swerved into the other lane to miss it. It hit us so hard that it bent the rim of his tire in half. It did a lot of damage to our truck. Gary has waited so long to get a diesel truck and now this. On top of that the air bag should have gone off but no it didn't. It was good that it didn't but it should have. We tired to call Brendon to give us a ride home but he was working in his yard and didn't hear the phone. We were able to get a hold of Amy and she came and picked us up only after we were stuck at the Little Acorn Drive Inn and I had put our stuff on the lawn in an ant hill. Everything we had with us had ants on it. We also had Sydney with us so she had to ride in the tow truck also. Where our truck is I don't know because we can't find an address of the the place that towed it. We are all alive and there is a lot to be thankful for but boy it would be nice to not have to go through anymore. We were suppose to go see the Spiral Jetti for Mother's Day and that requires a four wheel drive which now we do not have so that is out of the question. Also the people that we were going to go with got in a car wreck today as well. That is the only car that they have that runs. Better stay clear of us. I keep telling myself that good things happen to us. It isn't working. The dental insurance also got messed up and thought Gary was my child not my husband. I have spent, I don't know, how many hours trying to get that straightened out. I still have to fax one more thing that I have already faxed them before. They also told me that Gary wasn't covered on this insurance. I took it out just for him. I told them to please not tell me that. I couldn't take anymore. I do have good luck, I do have good luck, I do have good luck. Maybe if I say it long enough and enough times it will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-1121969908908675350?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/1121969908908675350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=1121969908908675350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/1121969908908675350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/1121969908908675350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-luck-or-what.html' title='Bad luck or what!'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-1774730395816013630</id><published>2009-02-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:15:05.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Others with "only me syndrome"</title><content type='html'>I was talking to some of the students at school today. We were talking about only me stories. I thought mine were good until I heard theirs. One boy said he hit himself in the head with a hammer and had to pull it out off his head. I didn't see scares so it must not have been too bad. He also said that his sister was sleep walking and was carrying his little sister around wondering where to put her. Another student said his father ran a nail through all of his fingers with an an electric nail gun. After talking to them I feel really lucky. They are my bouncers, friends, etc. The one boy gave me a solid milk chocolate Easter rabbit for being sick. He bought it special for me to make me feel better. I told him that I am not taking one bite of that rabbit unitl I loose five pounds. He thought maybe I didn't like Dove chocolate. I told him I love Dove chocolate so this will make me want to lose that weight. I don't know if I am going to last. I have warned Amy and Gary that they are not to touch that rabbit. One student tried to talk me out of it when I was taking it to my car. I told him that it was special and gave him a bag of microwave popcorn instead. I had better lose this weight by Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-1774730395816013630?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/1774730395816013630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=1774730395816013630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/1774730395816013630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/1774730395816013630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/02/other-with-only-me-syndrome.html' title='Others with &quot;only me syndrome&quot;'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-5498341459900239215</id><published>2009-02-20T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:01:16.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance</title><content type='html'>Right now I am coughing because I have a cold.  This is my second cold this year and both have been horrible.  I just found out that I could of have gotten paid by a cancer insurance that I have for my skin cancer.  Dummy me didn't know that it worked that way.  I just thought that they would pay what my insurance wouldn't and my insurance paid for all of it.  It may have been a hefty sum.  Now I'm not certain if I want to get my spots burned before they turn into cancer or wait until they turn into cancer so I can get back some of the stupid money that I have been paying this stupid insurance company for nine years.  The fellow that signed me up said all kinds of false things.  He didn't mention that I would have to wait 20 years, yes 20 years before I can leave that money to my family if I don't have cancer.  What happens if they find a cure for cancer.  I just hit my head into the basement door so was crying from that one.  I have a spot on my chest  that might be cancer.  I just had it burned the other day.  I should have let it go because the doctor said that it was precancerous.  Maybe I can get some money for this spot.  The last spot I had cut out was a barnicle and not cancer. A barnicle, who grows barnicles on them.  I wonder if I am turning into something from Pirates of the Carribean.  These insurance companies can really rip a person off.  It was kind of funny because I was popping popcorn in the faculty lounge at work when this insurance salesman came up to me.  I think that he wished that he hadn't.  I gave him an earful.  He did give me a stupid desk calculator though.  I think he felt sorry for me.  I told him that it was just my luck.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-5498341459900239215?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/5498341459900239215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=5498341459900239215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/5498341459900239215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/5498341459900239215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/02/insurance.html' title='Insurance'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-4393691859132884029</id><published>2009-01-20T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:59:13.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another few falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I am still trying to kill myself. I tripped over Amy's dog Nebo and crashed into the night stand tonight.  Amy and I took the dogs for a walk and I tripped over Keva's leash in front of two guys and I fell head first into frozen gravely mud.  Boy was I embarrassed.  I now have scrapes all over my face. I was bleeding on that one. Amy said that she is going to wrap me in bubble wrap if I don't quit hurting myself.  Just  my luck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-4393691859132884029?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/4393691859132884029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=4393691859132884029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/4393691859132884029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/4393691859132884029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-few-falls.html' title='Another few falls'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-2768011629173729130</id><published>2009-01-17T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:12:10.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun few days</title><content type='html'>Jesse and Alisha came to visit for a few days.  I am now covered in bruises.  I tried to stand on the bed portion of a hide a bed in order to turn my clock off.  My foot slipped off the edge and I had the clock in my hand. I was not going to let anything happen to that clock. My one leg went through the material on the bed frame and I tipped over backwards. I killed my leg, my shoulder, and was crying but my clock was fine. It's a good thing that I was able to hobble up to bed by myself because no one even heard me. I also went sledding with Savannah. She was on the front and I was on the back. We got going really fast and the the boogie board went over a big bump. My poor rear end came down hard. I think that I have either bruised or broken my tail bone. Boy does it hurt. You would think that someone my age wouldn't still be doing crazy things but not me.  I have had a horrible cold and have missed two days of work. I am starting to feel a little better but I keep doing dumb things like going dog sledding with Amy and now sledding with Savannah. I think that we will be heading out for Arizona on Thursday. I hope that the weather holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-2768011629173729130?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/2768011629173729130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=2768011629173729130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/2768011629173729130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/2768011629173729130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-few-days.html' title='Fun few days'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-2595314239051809677</id><published>2009-01-09T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:48:14.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying</title><content type='html'>So far this week I was almost killed at least four times.  Driving on snowy roads is always scary. I had one lady making a right turn and almost slid into my car. I went to turn left and my car spun in the intersection and almost went up on the island.  I had a truck decide to pull out in front of me and went skidding trying to stop.  I had a lady make a U turn at a light and almost hit me and honked at me. Luckily I was all right. Last night we went to fast food place. I said that hubby had to fix dinner and that's where we ended up, after having to have our garage door replaced.  We still don't know if that is fixed.  At a fast food place I ordered a small chili. They said that they only had large chili. Somehow that didn't make sense to me. If they had large chili then they should have small chili, right? They said that they had a recall on all their small chili cups. Has anyone heard of that?  I asked if they could put the small amount of chili in a large size container. They couldn't do that.  This is the same place that charge me separate prices for every item in a combo. This was more than the $2.99 charge for the combo. I questioned them on it and the manager said that they had to because the price of beef had gone up. I argued because it had it listed on the menu for $2.99. Then he told me that he couldn't change the menu because it would take four hours.  I walked out shaking my head. This is also the place that I gave a clerk and $20.00 bill. I realized that I had the exact change so gave him that instead. He took my $20.00 and stuffed it under the counter. I had to ask him for it back and he said he was sorry and forgot. I really wondered. I think that I keep going back there just to see what will happen next.  This only goes to show that I eat out way too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-2595314239051809677?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/2595314239051809677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=2595314239051809677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/2595314239051809677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/2595314239051809677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/01/annoying.html' title='Annoying'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-6387843081663509334</id><published>2009-01-02T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:47:15.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>As I was out shopping and going crazy trying to get ready for Christmas,  I stopped and thought. Why do we  go through all this trouble for one holiday? The thought that occurred to me was this. We go to all this trouble because for one day we can give of ourselves to others. For one day we can strive to bring smiles to those we love and care about. For one day we can stop and remember our savior Jesus Christ. I pray that we will always refer to this special holiday as Christmas. It is so important that we try to live the spirit of Christmas everyday. It is important that we take time out of our busy lives to stop and think of others. It is exciting to me to think that for this one day we all share something very special. That special something is Christmas and the spirit that goes with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-6387843081663509334?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/6387843081663509334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=6387843081663509334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/6387843081663509334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/6387843081663509334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-2016403199211273036</id><published>2009-01-02T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:16:18.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Year</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I have posted anything. New Year's Day always makes me reflect on the past year. We moved our daughter and her family to Arizona. We came home on slick roads and fog. We had a new grandson. Boy can he smile. I now have another grand dog. I visited Arizona and was sleeping on the couch. My grand daughter thought I was a burglar or a ghost. Work is pretty much the same. So far over the Christmas holiday and a little before I managed to have a shiner or black eye. Keva and I hit heads. I fell while using the snow blower and bruised by hand. I slipped on the ice on the porch and bruised my leg. I am still wrestling with my gum graph. A two week ordeal turned into four months. I can't count how many Dr. Pepper's I've drank. I have gained and lost the same three pounds over and over for six months. Thank heavens for stretch denim or I would have nothing to wear. I have spent more time with my sisters and my brother. I now have a camper and a trailer and two basketball standards, a utility trailer and now a car parked in my front yard. I have been pretty good about going to church. I have had only one nervous break down. My house is still not painted and I haven't made my curtains for my kitchen yet. I can't count how many times I have walked in the evening. I was a palm reading gypsy for Halloween. Boy that really scared me when one of the students I read their palm and they didn't have a heart line. I was beginning to think there was something to this. I have tried to laugh more and worry less. Another New Year's resolution for this year as well. All in all it has been a good year. The best thing of all is the fact that I have many wonderful people in my life. Thanks everyone for being there for me. Happy New Year. This is going to be the best year ever. I know because I can read palms (Ha! Ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-2016403199211273036?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/2016403199211273036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=2016403199211273036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/2016403199211273036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/2016403199211273036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-quite-while-since-i-have.html' title='Another New Year'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-46593693346573006</id><published>2008-11-16T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:53:47.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>I went to the credit union to withdraw some money.  There were four cars by the window and about three cars at the third tube stall.  There was no one in the second stall so of course I pulled right up there.  I put my card in the tube and sent it on its way.  I waited and waited but nothing happened.  I looked up and there was a girl explaining to me that my card in the tube was stuck and that the clerk at the window couldn't talk to me because of it.  I had to go into the building.  They promised that they would shred my card and they gave me a new one.  Only me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-46593693346573006?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/46593693346573006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=46593693346573006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/46593693346573006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/46593693346573006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it?'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-1957961521113794403</id><published>2008-11-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:54:07.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Me</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my sister last week and bought an exercise top at a store in a city where I didn't live. My sister and I both purchased one. I paid $5.99 for the top. I decided that it was too big and I wanted a smaller size. This should be easy, right. Well here goes. I took my pink, too large, top to the the same store only in a different city. I waited at the service desk at this store for the clerk (only one clerk) to help two others in front of me. I explained that I just wanted to exchange the top for a different size. I looked and found the top I wanted.  Of course they didn't have a pink one only green in the size I wanted. I went back over to the service desk. There was a lady in front of me who had bought her I don't know fifteen grandchildren pajamas and got all the wrong sizes. Needless to say she had to return all of those, purchase all new ones, have her receipt stapled, etc. etc. It was a long wait. As I got up to the clerk I noticed that the price of the exchange shirt was for $8.99. I showed it to the clerk and he said that I would have to pay the higher price. Being the polite, nice, sweet person that I am told him that I was not going to pay more for the green shirt and that I had just waited twice in line to pay more for this shirt and had just waisted a half hour of my time. I want my pink shirt back. He checked the price on both shirts and said they were both $8.99. Of course I left my receipt home. There was a fellow that I knew waiting patiently for me to get finished. He was holding a huge Persian rug. I kept apoligizing, etc. The clerk said that he would have to return the money for the pink shirt, give me a gift card for the green shirt, and purchase the green shirt with the gift card. By this time I was so confused and think he was too. Then the cash register wouldn't work and he had to call the store manager, etc. I kept on apologizing to the couple behind me. I don't know how this worked but he gave me a receipt for $9.48 for the purchase of the green shirt and then gave me a receipt for $5.99 and told me that I had a $3.20 credit on my gift card. I can now take back the green shirt for $9.48 and use my $3.20 credit card and basically buy me a new shirt for nothing. If you can figure this out you are doing better than me. Of course, my husband was waiting, not patiently, in the car wondering what on earth had happened to me. Only me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-1957961521113794403?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/1957961521113794403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=1957961521113794403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/1957961521113794403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/1957961521113794403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-me.html' title='Only Me'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-4334162971379130572</id><published>2008-11-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:32:38.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>This weekend definitely was interesting. I spent Friday at a 5 hour seminar on copyright laws. I was sad to learn that we should have not shown our Richard Simmon's exercise tape for the lunch crowd. To watch those teenage boys exercise to Richard Simmon's was great. We will not do it again unfortunately. It was funny because right after that they all saw Richard Simmon on a commercial. They wouldn't have known who he was if it wasn't for us crazy librarians. I was also sad to know that you will never be able to watch my Dancing Queen video of me and the dogs. It is against copy right laws to use that music. I thought it was pretty cool. I had all the dogs chasing me through the house with me dancing to the music. I am so sorry that you won't be able to witness such a great movie. I know that you are all disappointed. I know I can plead complete stupidity on a lot of the copyright laws that I have broken, but now how can I. I was starting to have restless leg syndrome, I can't sit here any longer, etc. I did leave early but it was a great seminar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-4334162971379130572?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/4334162971379130572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=4334162971379130572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/4334162971379130572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/4334162971379130572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-7374393715228339005</id><published>2008-10-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:22:55.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Things have been really busy as always.  Today I spent at the district media center taking a course on Mac OSX and Alexandria.  I got to meet some new people and they invited me to go the lunch with them.  It was really pretty fun.  I hope that I can remember what I learned today. This weekend my daughter and I spent fixing a dinner for Halloween.  We had fun making a spiderweb cheesecake.  It turned out great.  The only problem was it had lots of calories in it.  I did find out that I am not Martha Stewart.  The recipe was from her magazine.  I think that we had every pan in the house dirty.  We thought it would be easy because it was a no bake cheesecake.  Boy were we wrong.  It reminded me of my wonderful grandmother.  When I would stay with her I spent the entire day doing dishes.  She was a great cook but boy could she make a mess.  We had Brendon, Britney, Brookly and Carson over for dinner.  It was really nice.  Good night.  I have done all that&lt;em&gt;  I can do for today.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-7374393715228339005?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/7374393715228339005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=7374393715228339005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/7374393715228339005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/7374393715228339005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990897408634546174.post-6474058869027894579</id><published>2008-09-28T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:40:45.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camper shopping'/><title type='text'>Camper</title><content type='html'>My daughter set this up for me and kind of convinced me that I need to start blogging.  My life is not the most exciting but every now and then something unique happens.  My husband and I just bought a camper so we can take it and go four wheeling.  We already have a fifth wheel trailer.  We also have two four wheelers and a utility trailer for them.  The only problem is we do not have any place to store all this stuff.  We need to live out in the sticks some where.  I am certain that my neighbors really love me.  We must be crazy is all that I can think of.  We had campers long ago when our children were little.  We went to trailers because the campers were too crowded.  We went to Yellowstone and the kids saw some red paint on the outdoor bathrooms.  They were comvinced that it was blood and that someone had been attacked by a bear.  They would not move out of that camper that entire trip and I thought I'd go crazy.  So after many campers, trailers, and two fifth wheels we are back to a camper again.  The funny thing is my husband and I are both really excited about it.  With this camper we can go places that we haven't been able to go for a very long time.  We'll see what happens.  Maybe we can have some great vacations.  It has really been interesting all the people that we met while looking for a camper.  Many that I felt really sorry for.  If I thought that I had it tough, boy was I wrong.  We met people who were laid off, kidney failure, diabetes, bad backs, etc.  They were all really nice.  I am so grateful that my husband and I are still able to get around and do some crazy things before our time is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990897408634546174-6474058869027894579?l=couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/feeds/6474058869027894579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990897408634546174&amp;postID=6474058869027894579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/6474058869027894579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990897408634546174/posts/default/6474058869027894579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldonlyhappentome.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-blog-post-test.html' title='Camper'/><author><name>Cutey (QT)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000241014511043698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
