<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248</id><updated>2009-12-18T02:51:46.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Box Is Wrong</title><subtitle type='html'>When my sister told me I was pregnant I told her that there was a misprint on the box and 'THE BOX IS WRONG'. Well it wasn't.... and now I have a beautiful baby boy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>418</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-4231943134408200575</id><published>2008-08-19T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:27:32.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KNIGHT RIDER BUILDING</title><content type='html'>found this on &lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/"&gt;stupidvideos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most awesoem thing i've ever seen the &lt;a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/video/just_plain_stupid/Knight_Rider_Building/#182851"&gt;Knight Rider Building&lt;/a&gt;. Made in Gemany where the Hoff is totally worshipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I'll post more on my life when i get it sorted out, try after the 1st of september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but check otu the video, it's awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-4231943134408200575?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4231943134408200575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=4231943134408200575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4231943134408200575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4231943134408200575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/knight-rider-building.html' title='KNIGHT RIDER BUILDING'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-6053962755492970674</id><published>2008-08-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:10:51.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO THE BOYS CAME TO VISIT ME</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited.. B&amp;amp;D.. there twins that we have know since the day they where born are here to visit for the weekend.. I'm so excited to see them..it's been over two years since i've seen them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BG came home last night for a few hours and dropped them off and then headed out to drop off his load and he will be back monday to pick them up.. he talked about them staying the week and getting them on the weekend.. But i don't that they're going to .. understandable enought. they haven't seen me in over two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BG actaully has a very full weekend this weekend.. He is going to be back in chilliwack and htere is a anniversary/goodbye party for some of our friends that he's going to and then he has the chilliwack airshow to go to at another buddy place.. he lives at the back of the airport so we can watch and not have to pay the ticket price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it..I have to do dishes and wash my floors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-6053962755492970674?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6053962755492970674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=6053962755492970674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/6053962755492970674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/6053962755492970674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-boys-came-to-visit-me.html' title='SO THE BOYS CAME TO VISIT ME'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-7502207145377977558</id><published>2008-08-12T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:56:41.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FELT THE BABY MOVE YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>I would have blogged about it sooner but i was so damn tired that it just wasn't going to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating dinner and I felt a little flip.. like something had done a summersault in my gut. I was so excited.. the first time i felt Jr. move he did something big.. he went straight up a took a left. this one just kinda flopped over onto his other side. it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well i have kids to corral. just wanted to let you know what i was up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-7502207145377977558?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7502207145377977558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=7502207145377977558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/7502207145377977558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/7502207145377977558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-felt-baby-move-yesterday.html' title='I FELT THE BABY MOVE YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-2264676302890222014</id><published>2008-08-10T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:00:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE LAZY SUNDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;cause yesterday was busier then hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232888459357335794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zh8Eb4w6mY/SJ70VCk8MPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/E3Y001fy2Qg/s320/P8100017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior is watchin Hot Rod TV by himself cause the BG isn't up yet. I have another Gearhead in the makin on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can tell by my last post I got a new phone.. this should make the phone bill a lot cheaper. plus the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; will be able to talk more. I still have no idea why that man chose to drive a truck. he's the most social person i know. well that took about two hours cause we where on the mike phone and we wanted to migrate over and then they said that they weren't going to give the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a new phone... after spending 600 a month for the past 6 months... fork over the damn phone people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nice Sales person, shameless plug here, Liberty at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rimbey&lt;/span&gt; TV was awesome. she wasn't being the issue. the people at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Telus&lt;/span&gt; where. so I got on the phone and said that i;m no longer paying 600 a month for a phone that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; can't use for 10 hours of the day, exaggerated by about 2 hours, cause he was going threw the mountains and got for a long distance plan that was shit. so either fork the new phone or cancel the contract. they ended up giving us a 300 credit towards the phone of his choice. he wasn't the 400.00 phone so we ended up paying 100. that i can live with. take pics and video's and all kinds of neat things. then when we get home he was looking at the phone i chose and he was like well how come i couldn't get this one. I told him that when he looked at it he snorted and said it was stupid. He was about to argue with me then My friend M kicked it. that right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt;. you didn't like that one. you said that was re tarted.. i love it when my friends side with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah almost forgot. M is down for the weekend. she came down with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and goes back with him tomorrow. we are having a nice little visit. well I'm going to go and contemplate going to church this morning.... k that didn't take too long... nope. that means I'd have to get dressed and that ain't going to happen till i have a shower. and for that i have to wait for the towels in the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TTFN&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/22513248-2264676302890222014?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2264676302890222014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-3638017450437851574</id><published>2008-08-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:43:34.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKIN THUNDERSTORMS</title><content type='html'>somewhere in alberta is are going to be underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my new phone today.. i totally love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post pics tommorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-3638017450437851574?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3638017450437851574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=3638017450437851574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/3638017450437851574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/3638017450437851574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/freakin-thunderstorms.html' title='FREAKIN THUNDERSTORMS'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-5929804565500338152</id><published>2008-08-08T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:57:53.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS HEAT IS GOING TO BE THE DEAD OF ME</title><content type='html'>I swear.. it needs to cool off now.. any more of this and I'm likely to pull all my hair out.. of at least cut the good majority of it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-5929804565500338152?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5929804565500338152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=5929804565500338152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5929804565500338152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5929804565500338152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-heat-is-going-to-be-dead-of-me.html' title='THIS HEAT IS GOING TO BE THE DEAD OF ME'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-2720091803936596573</id><published>2008-08-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:39:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT I'M DOWN TO ONE KID</title><content type='html'>and he's mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian is at home with his mother and sister took her kids to Grandma's casue it's their weekend with daddy.  so it's just me and Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is so quite it's actually kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apraiser came to look at the house today, So i took the kids out for lunch so that we wouldn't be underfoot, then after, Dean was yelling at me and i got a good look at his tonsils and they where huge so i ran hiim straight to the Hospital. turns out the kid has got big tonsils. he's just fine. I should have know he was fine when he had 4 crunchy cookies at snack time and didn't bitch once about his throat hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after everyone left Jr. and I went to the swimming pool. 3 bucks to get in... not bad as far as i'm concerned. we played around for a bit and then we came home. I love being 2 blocks from the pool. I just wrapped him in a towel and walked home. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are having a really late dinner cause it was to hot to eat earlier and he also had a late nap. I'm not expecting him to be in bed before 9. and tommorrow i don't have to get up at 6:30 with sisters kids. this is going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-2720091803936596573?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2720091803936596573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=2720091803936596573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/2720091803936596573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/2720091803936596573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-shit-im-down-to-one-kid.html' title='HOLY SHIT I&apos;M DOWN TO ONE KID'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-7857411554357224137</id><published>2008-08-06T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:38:28.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FREAKIN AUGEST.. WHATS WITH THE HEAT WAVE</title><content type='html'>I mena serious people.. it's freakin augest, whats with the damn heat wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot yesteday, 26 today 30 tommorrow, i mean the leaves are sussposed to be changing color and harvest is sussposed to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-7857411554357224137?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7857411554357224137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=7857411554357224137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/7857411554357224137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/7857411554357224137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-freakin-augest-whats-with-heat-wave.html' title='IT&apos;S FREAKIN AUGEST.. WHATS WITH THE HEAT WAVE'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-8351769561281654263</id><published>2008-08-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:39:39.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS HORMON THING NEEDS TO STOP NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; watching movies and then I start to cry cause all i want is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; to come home.... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ABOUT.... I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; away and I NEVER CRY. What the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a crier, as a matter of fact i can't stand criers, cause they will cry over anything... and there i was blubber cause the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him and he said that he was getting tired of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hormone&lt;/span&gt; thing, and me crying all the time. Hello he's getting tired of it, IT'S HAPPENING TO ME DAMN IT, NOT YOU. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the one going crazy cause i can't control my emotions anymore and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; tired of it. i damn near reached threw the phone and strangled him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FUCKIN&lt;/span&gt; MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Zen again, I was so calm during my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; it was awesome, I embraced the Zen. i didn't want the Zen to stop. Now all I have is tears and anger, yeah this is doing a butt load of good for my already suspicious blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something, I just have no idea what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-8351769561281654263?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8351769561281654263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=8351769561281654263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/8351769561281654263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/8351769561281654263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-hormon-thing-needs-to-stop-now.html' title='THIS HORMON THING NEEDS TO STOP NOW'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-4316341481180617044</id><published>2008-08-05T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:17:29.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNIST THING EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/64ad536a6d"&gt;You have got to check this out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man If i actually thought that she was running and I was an american I would vote for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-4316341481180617044?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4316341481180617044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=4316341481180617044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4316341481180617044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4316341481180617044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/funnist-thing-ever.html' title='FUNNIST THING EVER'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-7684623112134047615</id><published>2008-08-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:06:13.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT DO I DO NOW</title><content type='html'>So what do you do when a person is being a hipacrite right in your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack 'em or leave them alone.... casuse i'm havin real issues leavin this person alone. I'd much rather smack 'em with a frying pan till they bleed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no it's not a family member amazingly enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-7684623112134047615?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7684623112134047615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=7684623112134047615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/7684623112134047615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/7684623112134047615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-what-do-i-do-now.html' title='SO WHAT DO I DO NOW'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-33910557272528207</id><published>2008-08-04T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:21:07.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HUSBAND IS MATURING</title><content type='html'>So yesterday as i was preparing dinner i heard the most amazing thing come out of the Bg's mouth ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya know as a adult porn isn't as much fun to watch as when i was a kid sneakin on my parents computer. Now that i get to watch it when i want it's just not as trilling as when i was a kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and then changed the website to hot rod webite and started looking at cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark it on the wal people.. the eternal child is getting older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-33910557272528207?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/33910557272528207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=33910557272528207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/33910557272528207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/33910557272528207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-husband-is-maturing.html' title='MY HUSBAND IS MATURING'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-2049620027084923884</id><published>2008-08-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:40:27.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HUSBAND IS SUCH A RED NECK</title><content type='html'>I'm serious people... you may find this funny, but i don't, well maybe a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went to Red Deer today and bought a bunch of stuff, food, bedding and toys for the assorted critters in my house and some window tint for our trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is about the window tint.  So anybody who know my husband knows that once he has a new toy, he needs to play with it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and there is no stopping him. window tint is the same way. he wanted to tint the windows of his truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there he is... in the rain... and a tarp draped over the truck.  Pictures on Flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for anybody who doesn't know, you can't tint in the rain, ruins the seal or something along those lines.. not really sure but it just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lord help me please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-2049620027084923884?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2049620027084923884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=2049620027084923884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/2049620027084923884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/2049620027084923884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-husband-is-such-red-neck.html' title='MY HUSBAND IS SUCH A RED NECK'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-6207043640265537669</id><published>2008-08-02T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:34:16.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD MITCH SHOWED UP</title><content type='html'>OK so yesterdays rant was a little much don't ya think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been more stressed out then i thought.  I'm getting to know that there is more nastiness to being pregnant then i thought.. like the emotions.  When i was prego with Jr. I was so mellow and zen it was beautiful.. the house could have burned down around me and i wouldn't have cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time however it's totally different. I'm an emotional basket case. and my mood changes faster then a pendulum on a  grandfather clock.  The BG thought that he might stop doing the hauls between BC and Alta and come home to be with Jr. I told him to wait till after I'm done with the pregnancy, he asked why. I reminded him of the nasty mood swing i had that morning and then I said to imagine that 7 days a week instead of just two.  he agreed that he should stay on the road till i had the baby, and i said that it was safe. Smart man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the Mitch thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came out for the long weekend to see Me, the BG and Jr.  So I hasn't seen Mitch since Jr. B-day. He told me i looked tired and I said that i didn't get much sleep and explained that i had been up half the night crying and explained the situation, the car, mum and the G&amp;amp;C thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mitch had only met G&amp;amp;C a couple of times and wasn't really familiar with them, so basically i was getting an outside perspective on the situation. He looked at me like i was smoking cheap crack. not good expensive crack, the cheep shit that you get from that smelly guy on the corner with the funny eye. It made me realize that this was totally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she never calls me again, who cares, its not like i was talking to her everyday anyway. and seriously, If she takes the easy out, how is it really, and i mean really, going to effect my life. Not much, I'm a 1000 miles away. and have been for 3 years. I've had a baby and made new friends. Granted I'm not nearly as close to them as i was to her, but in the end... I'll live... and my days will continue just like they always have, only now i don't have to look at a clock, do a time change and then think, can i call her now or is she taking one of the kids to school. that is pretty much the only difference, one less phone call to make during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing will make you think, like a good friend looking at you like your smokin cheep crack to make you think twice about a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-6207043640265537669?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6207043640265537669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=6207043640265537669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/6207043640265537669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/6207043640265537669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-god-mitch-showed-up.html' title='THANK GOD MITCH SHOWED UP'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-8389718928392418983</id><published>2008-07-31T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:56:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY</title><content type='html'>Really I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they only reason that I'm blogging about this is because I have no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day started out fine and then on the way to Red Deer to get some groceries we where headed to the intersection by Red Deer Power Sports and then the light turned yellow, Sister pushed on the brakes cause we had enough time, and she discovered that she had no brakes. so we had enough time, honked the horn twice, threw on the Hazards and went sailing threw. We stopped a safe distance away in a safe spot too. we figured ti was safe cause a semi was stopped there too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please no phone calls. We are fine. we weren't in any danger and the only thing the was slightly injured was sisters nerves.  She was shaking something furious after that, and understandably so.  Well i called Uncle and asked if he knew any decent Mechanics in Red Deer, unfortunately he didn't so i asked about Canadian tire, he said that it was a decent place and found me the Phone number. Called and talked to them and got an appointment for that evening, called a tow truck to get us there. By the way here comes a shameless plug..  Trio Towing, friendly employee, Clean truck, Prompt service, and decent price. Called them cause that's the number i got from Canadian tire, They quoted me about 25 minutes, he was there within 15, they even called a cab to take sister and the rest of the kids cause they didn't have a truck big enough to haul all of us. Called mum and she came and got me and kids and bought us home and Sister stayed with the car. She just called me at 9:00, it's fixed and she is on her way to find a Tim Horton's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home, I was helping my mum finish packing her house, cause she was moving, and we got into an argument and one thing let to another, and basically i told her where the bear shit in the bush and how to find it, I think she tried to stop the fight by apologizing but i wasn't having any part of it,  i was on a rampage. It ended with me telling her to fuck off. and as The Big Guy said later.."oh.. you took it that far." yep i did.. was it a wise decision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; not, but whats done is done and i normally don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is the G&amp;amp;C thing. we are in the middle of an argument and they think it's about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; and C and argument that they had, like I care, it's not the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; and it's not going to be the last, she pissed cause he called her a bitch. big deal, how many times has she called him a prick, asshole, dick, and every other nasty male word that i can think of. Again big deal. My major bitch is that she won't talk to me. i &lt;strong&gt;used &lt;/strong&gt;to call everyday and i would be lucky if i talked to once every two weeks. G is saying it's cause she's busy, what..it takes her two weeks for her to return a phone call, and heck, she doesn't even return it, its cause i manage, by the grace of god, to catch her on the phone. I'm just tired of trying to maintain a friend ship that she doesn't want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another friend, years ago, once she left her husband she didn't want anything to do with me and it was really apparent, so i gave her an easy out, I told her that i know that she was going thought some stressful times and and that as her friend i wasn't going to make any demands on her and that when she needed me she could call on me, that was 8 years ago now, and she hasn't called me yet. and that really hurt, giving someone who i thought was my best friend at the time that kinda out knowing that she would never call me, god that really hurt, and it still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dammit&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; some ones friend i give them my all, I would move the stars and the planets themselves for my friends, and no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;realizes&lt;/span&gt; that. and it hurts, god it hurts to be thrown away like that. G was trying to make excuses for C and i couldn't take it anymore, I gave her easy out too. I didn't want too. I didn't want to be hurt like that, I was trying to end it on my terms so that i wouldn't get hurt again. I don't want to sit up for nights on end crying like i am now, cause i know that she isn't going to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just going to use this arguement between her and the BG not to call me. Thats ok.  I can deal with that. It just..... really hurts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. now i have to go and blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't worry, i'm going to be fine, I always am, I just had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting rant, I just had no one else to talk to about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-8389718928392418983?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8389718928392418983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=8389718928392418983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/8389718928392418983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/8389718928392418983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-having-good-day.html' title='NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-8629314239578196068</id><published>2008-07-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:01:56.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FEW THINGS TO CONSIDER</title><content type='html'>I might just be big enough for mat pants now... my regular jeans are uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 30lbs since I stepped on a scale last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate getting up to pee in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to go back to paying 5.50 for a 4 liter of milk when i can get it for 4.23 at costco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Costco pork chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seam to get enought fruit these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-8629314239578196068?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8629314239578196068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=8629314239578196068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/8629314239578196068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/8629314239578196068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-things-to-consider.html' title='A FEW THINGS TO CONSIDER'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-2962606511616585725</id><published>2008-07-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:47:45.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE IS REALLY UNEVENTFUL</title><content type='html'>so the reason i haven't blogged in so long is that nothing new.. and i mean nothing new... has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up watch kids and go to bed.. and that's the story of my life people... there are days that I'm lucky i get out of my pajamas.. 1 cause I'm not going anywhere and nobody is coming over and 2 it's alot cooler.. temp wise... then denim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dr. today for my first pre-natal check up .... yep I'm pregnant.. and just as my Dr. gets familiar with the pre-natal form... the DTHR changes it on him... they even had a word on there that i couldn't even pronounce and the Dr. had no idea what it was... we put no.. cause we never heard of it so chances are i don't have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said that if i wanted to have a natural birth i could but i was better to have a C section again.. I voted C- section.. i loved the pain killers last time.. that and i know whats involved and it's what I'm familiar with.  besides.. 4 inductions and i barely dilated a cm last time.. I'm thinking like my mother i have an incompetent cervix... so we are going to see what happens this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my diabetes test early... they normally don't send you till you 5 months, I'm only 3, and i have another ultrasound on the 28th of august... apparently it's a normal one.. but i could have sworn that I had my last one later then that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there I'm done.. I'm headed out to by a lottery ticket cause today has been a very lucky day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-2962606511616585725?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2962606511616585725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=2962606511616585725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/2962606511616585725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/2962606511616585725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-life-is-really-uneventful.html' title='MY LIFE IS REALLY UNEVENTFUL'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-3987513837428211287</id><published>2008-06-30T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:11:28.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JR'S BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>fun was had by all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of people came, and there where some great gifts. My brain shut down about 4:30 in the afternoon. thank god sister was there to do my thinking for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the lake the next day and spent the afternoon on the boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new pics on flickr. video to follow tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-3987513837428211287?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3987513837428211287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=3987513837428211287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/3987513837428211287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/3987513837428211287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/jrs-birthday.html' title='JR&apos;S BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-3999016456612334905</id><published>2008-06-25T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:28:36.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO THIS IS THE LATEST NEWS FROM BIZARRO LAND</title><content type='html'>So this guy that the BG and i used to know back in Chilliwack, sends me a message yesterday threw Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know that in itself isn't so weird. the weird part is this guy doesn't like me. like we never got along adn i'm pretty sure at one point in time i dumped him in a pile of dog shit... that and i messed up an affair that he was having.. i mean i have given this guy every reason to dispise me.. adn i was fine with that.. so a couple of years ago he gets married and stops talking to his friends.. again no big deal to me.. it's not like he was talkin to me anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then yesterday, totally out of the blue, he sends me a message and was all like. hey how ya doin. so i give him a brief update, livin in Alta, prego, where the Bg spend most of his time. and he send back a mesage like well congrats, hope your healthy and all that... DUDE... YOU DON'T LIKE ME. i had to look outside to make sure that the sky was still blue and that we hadn't been over run by aliens or anything.. it was so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-3999016456612334905?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3999016456612334905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=3999016456612334905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/3999016456612334905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/3999016456612334905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-this-is-latest-news-from-bizarro.html' title='SO THIS IS THE LATEST NEWS FROM BIZARRO LAND'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-5590466617801042114</id><published>2008-06-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:20:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRODUCTIVE DAY TODAY</title><content type='html'>Sister was able to give a ride down to the CO-OP and I picked up the hamburgers and hotdogs, buns and other stuff.. then we went to drayton to do a load for mum and did some shoping for Junior's birthday stuff... this is the last year that i'm going to be able to pick out his gifts with him there.. and i know that he liked them cause we had to tell him that it was for Daddy and then hide the gift.. also got him two outfits.. the kid doesn't have any shorts so i got him to mathcing outfits.. darker in color so that he can get them dirty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked up some stuff for my fish tank too.. sister is going to stop by the other pet store in town and get me some other stuff tommorrow..I need another ammonia filter, a snail and a sucker fish. I put in some anti fungal stugg, ick gone and some water cleaner.. it said to take the carbon out of my filters so i just shut them off for 24 hours instead.. I need to clean and change them anyway.. I also got a toilet bowl cleaner for me tank too.. well it's meant for the tank it just looks like a toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it.. i'm going to go watch soem tv adn hopefully not fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-5590466617801042114?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5590466617801042114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=5590466617801042114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5590466617801042114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5590466617801042114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/productive-day-today.html' title='PRODUCTIVE DAY TODAY'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-418943885672534084</id><published>2008-06-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:47:25.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN I WISH THIS ANGER THING WOULD HURRY UP AND GO AWAY</title><content type='html'>I want to be mellow again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellow was good, Mellow was awesome. i want to be mellow again.. and it doesn't matter how much zen chanting i do.. i can't be mellow... stupid hormons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired again... damn it.. I can't freakin win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-418943885672534084?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/418943885672534084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=418943885672534084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/418943885672534084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/418943885672534084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/man-i-wish-this-anger-thing-would-hurry.html' title='MAN I WISH THIS ANGER THING WOULD HURRY UP AND GO AWAY'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-4561436669162993807</id><published>2008-06-13T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:52:57.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW PHOTO'S ON FLICKR</title><content type='html'>take a look&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-4561436669162993807?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4561436669162993807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=4561436669162993807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4561436669162993807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4561436669162993807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-photos-on-flickr.html' title='NEW PHOTO&apos;S ON FLICKR'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-4484485427469183392</id><published>2008-06-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:29:19.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO THERE WAS A THUNDER STORM TODAY</title><content type='html'>Not a very good one thought if you ask me... kinda short and not alot to it... Power did got out thought.. that was the only decent thing.. got me out of house cleaning for a bit.. but it was only out for 30 minutes and then it was back to the laundry... damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from a good buddy of mine from High School.. he's going to be coming out for Jr.s B-day.... so that is quite awesoem.. i'm looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ultrasound on Friday the 20th.. the Dr. wasn't to get a better idea when the new little was made... I personally think that guessing will be just fine.. we will also get a head count cause mum swears on a stack of bibles that i'm having twins... I told her to bite me hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have to go.. i have to heat up dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-4484485427469183392?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4484485427469183392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=4484485427469183392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4484485427469183392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/4484485427469183392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-there-was-thunder-storm-today.html' title='SO THERE WAS A THUNDER STORM TODAY'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-5201508665069546119</id><published>2008-06-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:05:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND SO STARTS THE NEVERENDING TIREDNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; god only knows when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to feel so damn tired again.....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; the joys of being a mother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nauseous all the time.. nothing a little gripe water doesn't take care of... yea it's for babies but it works well on pregnant people too... but i'm only thrown up once and i'm really super bitchy.. just ask the BG.. I went off on his ass one night cause he wanted to cook sausages and i told him to eat the left over meatloaf.... twenty minutes i yelled at him for cooking a whole nother dinner... well he would be so damn hungry if he ate during the day like the rest of te freakin planet.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;k.. i think i'm done with that now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;well i'm going to go and veg till the other little one gets her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-5201508665069546119?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5201508665069546119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=5201508665069546119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5201508665069546119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5201508665069546119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-starts-neverending-tiredness.html' title='AND SO STARTS THE NEVERENDING TIREDNESS'/><author><name>Julianne B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448373414354577644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09192455977824835566'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22513248.post-5156574645395193803</id><published>2008-06-08T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T09:49:17.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEAFOOD CHOWDER IS NO GOOD COMING BACK UP... EVER</title><content type='html'>well one good puke in my mothers toilet and some Gripe water later.. and i feel fine.. but it was too bad i had to hork up my lunch too.. i really enjoyed the chowder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then that I feel way better and i'm back to my normal bitchy self... The BG made Junior a sand box the other day.. well a sand tire actually.. he got an old tractor tire and put some sand in it.. all the kids really like it.. butit's been raining since he made it so they haven't played in it much.. i got some pics of the BG and Jr. playing in it when he finished it and i'm not sure who is having more fun.. The BG or Jr. I'll post those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BG is currently over at uncle's picking up a culvert so that we can have a fire pit... well another one i guess.... we have new landlords and they are building where the old firepit was so we need a new one.. and one not so big this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that will be interesting to see if the fire marshall shows up or not.. i'll let you know what happens with that.. well i have to go and do dishes adn laundry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22513248-5156574645395193803?l=theboxiswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5156574645395193803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22513248&amp;postID=5156574645395193803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5156574645395193803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22513248/posts/default/5156574645395193803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theboxiswrong.blogspot.com/2008/06/seafood-chowder-is-no-good-coming-back.html' title='SEAFOOD CHOWDER IS NO GOOD COMING BACK UP... 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