<?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-11539170</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:51:20.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miz Direction</title><subtitle type='html'>World of Magic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113897760778608501</id><published>2006-02-03T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:40:07.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE MOVED ON</title><content type='html'>I have moved to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kristachilton"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/kristachilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't keep up with 2 pages and my space is better! :) See ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113897760778608501?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113897760778608501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113897760778608501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113897760778608501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113897760778608501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-moved-on.html' title='I HAVE MOVED ON'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113699589550768589</id><published>2006-01-11T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:11:35.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Some!!!</title><content type='html'>When God says that we should treat our bodies as temples, what EXACTLY does that mean?  My frame of mind has always been that we should be happy with what God has given us and treat our bodies with respect, be healthy, put good healthy things in our bodies. So.....is it wrong to alter our bodies in any way? Such as putting tattoo's on them or enhancing our chests.....  A friend of mine kind of changed my view on how we should treat our bodies. She says that our bodies are just a shell, it's not really us, our soul is what makes up who we are, therefore it is ok to alter our bodies if it will help our self esteem and make us feel good about ourselves.  I can't decide if I agree with her because that's the answer I want to hear or if she is truly right. Does anybody really know what exactly is right and wrong?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113699589550768589?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113699589550768589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113699589550768589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113699589550768589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113699589550768589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-some.html' title='I Want Some!!!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113690711209778484</id><published>2006-01-10T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:35:35.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho's R Us!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have to say that I think I get paid too much for what I do! I mean, I'm not complaining, but this job is so much more less stressful than that hell hole was and I get paid more! I do feel like I need more responsibilities now though. Oh well......... So, I'm getting ready to retire the eclipse! It's sad I know.......but Little Miss Direction isn't getting any smaller and now that I'm married again, we have sort of outgrown the little sports car. I might cry when I give it up, but on the other hand I'm feeling a little excited about it. The plan is to get a Nissan Pathfinder, or something along those lines. That will be a huge change from my little car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is driving me nuts lately! I really hate to sit back and watch someone (who is really too old to be acting this way) turn themselves into a slut! It's really sad when somebody has really low self esteem and they don't even realize it. I think that's the case with most conceited people. I am no longer allowed to give my opinion on the "dating" status of her life because apparantely I disapprove of every single guy she "dates" (if you can call sleeping around dating!) because I want her to remain single forever. I'm not quite sure why I want her to remain single and didn't even realize that's what I was trying to do.........but whatever.............it's amazing how you can love somebody to death, but almost hate them at the same time...............is something wrong with this picture or what?  So now, you lucky internet, you get to hear all about my frustrations because I certainly can't hold that shit in! I'll explode!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113690711209778484?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113690711209778484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113690711209778484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113690711209778484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113690711209778484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2006/01/hos-r-us.html' title='Ho&apos;s R Us!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113577987784218517</id><published>2005-12-28T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:24:37.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Night!</title><content type='html'>It's show night!!!!!  Up until yesterday at 5:00 it was supposed to be at TPAC, which is extremely exciting for us........but due to some unpaid bills or something like that, it will now be at the Sheraton directly across the street from TPAC.  The show starts at 6:00 and admission is free. It's for some hearing impaired group, they offer free hearing tests and free entertainment. There will be a comedian, who I have seen before and is really good. Then........da da da daaaaaaaaaa.........Lonny Divine!!!!!!!!!!!!  I will also be performing my vanishing bandana trick and then I get to jump into a 40's ho costume and help out &lt;a href="http://www.flip-side.com/performers.html"&gt;Big Daddy Cool&lt;/a&gt;!  Should be a very exciting night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113577987784218517?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113577987784218517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113577987784218517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113577987784218517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113577987784218517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/12/show-night.html' title='Show Night!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113526286062896989</id><published>2005-12-22T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:47:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Naked????</title><content type='html'>Divine and I went and saw King Kong last night.  It was quite intense and emotional and very long! Over 3 hours!  It was a great movie though! They did a great job with the effects.  I think I even dreamt last night that I was all cozy in King Kong's hand. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think that it's very smart to send and ex-boyfriend who is fighting the war in Iraq, a CD of naked pictures of myself!  Can you just imagine what would happen if that got into the wrong hands??????? hahahahahha  That shit could be all over the internet for the world to see!!!!  I sure am glad I'm not the one who decided to do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113526286062896989?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113526286062896989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113526286062896989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113526286062896989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113526286062896989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/12/whos-naked.html' title='Who&apos;s Naked????'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113461401409865016</id><published>2005-12-14T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:33:34.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do All Middle Children Have Issues?</title><content type='html'>We're sitting at our weekly dinner at the parents house....all attention is focused on the little sister as she talks about the surgery's that she saw this week for the first time ever....oh!...everyone is sooooo proud of her!  The parents turn to ask me if I am finished with school yet. My reply....."ummm, well.....sort of.  I decided not to do my last speech, but I might still pass the class"  Dad puts his hand on his bald nodding head and walks out of the room in disappointment.  Yes....this was my night last night!  I like to blame situations like this for all of my issues.  We can't all be perfect little studious dorks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113461401409865016?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113461401409865016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113461401409865016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113461401409865016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113461401409865016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-all-middle-children-have-issues.html' title='Do All Middle Children Have Issues?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113448529512181452</id><published>2005-12-13T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:48:15.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this little blog lately and I realize I have neglected it.  I've just been so busy learning all of this new stuff at my new job that I haven't had much time to goof off.  But today......my boss has gone out of town and left me with nothing to do!  Should be a nice relaxing day!  So......I still love the new job!  With Christmas just around the corner we have been busy as hell with parties and shopping and of course magic shows in between all of that.  It seems the older we get, the more busy our lives get. How does that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113448529512181452?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113448529512181452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113448529512181452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113448529512181452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113448529512181452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-its-been-awhile.html' title='I Know, It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113263144300623063</id><published>2005-11-21T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:50:43.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Winner!</title><content type='html'>I started my new job today and it was quite overwhelming, but I freakin love it! Plus I got more of a raise than I was expecting!  I have already learned a lot about video editing and time coding and crap like that. It's really quite interesting. I think this job might actually make me smarter or something. :)  Screw all you RJY Fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)  So glad to be out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite disappointed in my supposed best friend right now though. PMS could have something to do with my feelings, but I feel they are valid right now. My cousin, who is the biggest pothead I know, remembered to call me Sunday night to wish me luck at my new job and she text messaged me this morning and called at 5:15 to see how the first day went (this is important to me because i haven't started a new job in over 3 years, a bit scary if i say so myself), but yet "best friend" calls Sunday night and blabs on and on about herself and her drama as usual and not even the slightest "good luck" comes out of her mouth, nor a phone call or email at all today to see how it went. Screw that! I hate girls sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113263144300623063?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113263144300623063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113263144300623063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113263144300623063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113263144300623063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-winner.html' title='It&apos;s a Winner!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113215428427148914</id><published>2005-11-16T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:18:04.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bulging!</title><content type='html'>I've been having this weird neck pain that started about 3 or 4 years ago. One morning I just woke up and couldn't lift my head and was in EXTREME pain!  Then it happened again a couple of weeks after I was rear-ended about 2 months ago and I went to the ER and they did a catscan &amp; x-rays and decided that I was having muscle spasms, so they put me on muscle relaxers &amp;amp; lortabs (oh ya! the good stuff).  This past Sunday (it always seems to happen on the only day doctor's office's are not open), I woke up again and could not move!  I decided to take 4 muscle relaxers (not all at the same time), 2 alieve, 2 800mg ibuprofen and they did nothing at all! Couldn't really afford another ER visit though, especially since I already settled with the guy that rear-ended me (yes, I know, very very stupid). So I go to the doctor first thing Monday and he finally acts like he cares to figure it out and now they are saying I have a bulging disc. More good drugs for me! Oh ya!  Now they have me on steroids, which are making me hyper as hell. I was scared of them at first because he said they could make me retain water. Just what I need! To get fatter!  But I have to say, these things are freakin' great! With the pain pills, I don't feel much pain, so then I have all this energy to work out! I'm gonna be BUFF by the end of my steroid prescription! ha!  Tomorrow I go for an MRI to make sure it is a bulging disc, then the only problem is I will not have insurance for a couple of months since my last day is Friday. WWOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!  I'm sure it will all work out though!  I was reading on the internet though that most people don't get a slipped disc in their neck/upper back until they're in their 40's at least. What does that tell me? I'm freakin 28 years old getting 40 year old problems! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend &lt;a href="http://www.jasonmichaelsmagic.com/"&gt;Jason Michaels&lt;/a&gt; will be performing again at the Gibson Showcase at Opry Mills Mall tomorrow evening at 8:00pm I believe is the correct time. Just check out his website! Tickets are $10 and it is well worth it.  They have a bar and it's a really nice little theater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113215428427148914?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113215428427148914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113215428427148914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113215428427148914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113215428427148914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-bulging.html' title='I&apos;m Bulging!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113200068323805584</id><published>2005-11-14T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:38:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaannndddd she's back!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The old Krista is BAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!! I got a new job!!!!!!!!! Holy shit I didn't think it would ever happen!  Friday will be my last day of hell!  I have my exit interview in 25 minutes! I'm so praying that they tell me to just go ahead and go, but pay me through Fri, like they've done to other people. But I'm not sure if it's gonna happen or not! They're trying to make me train the new bitch that does quotes how to do freakin graphic design! Are you freakin shittin' me??????? People have to go to school to learn that shit! I am so not teaching this bitch how to use these programs in less than a week!   I can do this, I can do this, I can do this! 4 more days!!!!!!!!!!! WWWOOOOOOOOO!!!! You people just have no idea how ecstatic I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine won 2nd place in a magic competition in Clarksville this weekend!  Pretty good for it only being his 2nd competition!  I'm very proud of my man. Now we're working on some bigger stuff so we can enter the bigger competition's together! We're ready to hit it big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113200068323805584?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113200068323805584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113200068323805584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113200068323805584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113200068323805584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/aaaaannndddd-shes-back.html' title='aaaaannndddd she&apos;s back!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113139581592810090</id><published>2005-11-07T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:36:55.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Do????</title><content type='html'>I had to go spend $100 on some new clothes yesterday that I am able to wear to work. They always like to wait until the very end of the day on Friday's to give us the shitty news. I think they do it purposely just to ruin our weekend, but it never works on me! Assholes!!!! HA!  Anyways, we are no longer allowed to wear jeans. Well, I've been wearing jeans to this shithole for 3 years now! So what the fuck? Bevis comes in and he's all old fashioned and shit and I guess he thinks that not wearing jeans will increase our productivity? I dunno! All I can say is that the fat asses that work up front don't look any better not wearing jeans, so I think the whole point was pretty much defeated.  I think that maybe God is mad at me or something. I'm just not understanding WHY I am still here! It doesn't make any sense. I have applied for probably close to 40 or so jobs now, gone about about 6 or 7 interviews and freakin nothing!!!!! What have I done that is so bad to put me through this hell?  I did have a really good interview on Friday, which actually happened to be with a woman, but also a man, a cowboy at that! Freakin hilarious! But, the woman seemed very secure with herself, so she seemed to like me anyways and the atmosphere was sooooo laid back! I want this job badly! The only downfall is that it's in White's Creek. Boooo to that, but it's actually only 7 miles further from where I drive now.  I think it would be worth it though!  I hope I get this one!  I'm keeping a positive attitude for sure on this one because I really do have a good feeling about it.  I know you people, if anyone even really reads my shitty ass thoughts......will be happy when i finally get a new job and don't have to bitch about this one anymore. Sorry! It's just how life is right now though! Alcoholism is the answer for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113139581592810090?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113139581592810090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113139581592810090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113139581592810090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113139581592810090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-did-i-do.html' title='What Did I Do????'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113096037496718757</id><published>2005-11-02T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:39:34.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis Halloween2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/59061126/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/59061126_dd5c3171db_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/59061126/"&gt;Alexis Halloween2005&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/missdirection/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And another rock star picture!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113096037496718757?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113096037496718757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113096037496718757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113096037496718757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113096037496718757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/alexis-halloween2005.html' title='Alexis Halloween2005'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113096034635941374</id><published>2005-11-02T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:39:06.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis Halloween 2005b</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/59061127/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/59061127_05e1a8fb5a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/59061127/"&gt;Alexis Halloween 2005b&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/missdirection/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to say that this is the cutest freakin kid in the world!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113096034635941374?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113096034635941374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113096034635941374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113096034635941374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113096034635941374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/alexis-halloween-2005b.html' title='Alexis Halloween 2005b'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113094359668345043</id><published>2005-11-02T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:59:56.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud has Gone to Heaven</title><content type='html'>The time has finally come.......Divine's 23 (or somewhere in that range) year old cat died yesterday, right in his arms! How sad is that???????  I wasn't there, so I did not witness all of the emotions. I'm not sure if I could have handled watching her die in his arms like that! He had such a strong connection with her. But, it was time for her to go to heaven and be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been on several interviews now and I keep having the very bad luck of having to interview with women and for some reason, they just don't freakin like me! What in the hell did I ever do to those bitches?????????  So many women have some serious self esteem issues, and I'm not excluding myself from that group at all, but damn, these bitches are fucking with my life here! Suck it up and fucking hire me damnit!  How long can this process take??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did my first speech last week for school and my speech was on ghosts &amp; spirits (same thing, I know). I thought it would be a great subject with Halloween around the corner. But some of the things that I found out in my research have really bothered me! I've even been having dreams about ghosts lately! I found out that we can contact spirits, even though we're not supposed to according to the Bible, but we cannot contact the good spirits or the angels as they are otherwise called.  It is true that we can contact spirits through the ouija board and through tarrot cards or mediums, but it's evil spirits that come through and they get to know the good spirits so well that they can imitate them so well that we think we are actually talking to our loved ones (unless they actually are the evil spirits). I know you people probably think I'm crazy, but the Bible does speak of spirits being all around us. I just wonder if they can contact us without us even trying to contact them?  My best friend thinks that can talk to her brother who passed away about a year and a half ago and it scares the hell out of me to think that she could be that close to messing with a bad spirit!  Ok, call my psycho now, but they're here.......all around us, if you can handle it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113094359668345043?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113094359668345043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113094359668345043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113094359668345043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113094359668345043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/11/cloud-has-gone-to-heaven.html' title='Cloud has Gone to Heaven'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113077239534708490</id><published>2005-10-31T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:26:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><content type='html'>Little Miss Direction and I were laying in bed (as she was giving me a massage........oh ya! I have an awesome child!) and she had told me about this little girl in her class a couple of weeks ago that lies all the time and Little Miss Direction just doesn't understand why this girl lies. So, I explained to her that sometimes kids lie (or even adults for that matter) to make other kids like them. They think that if they don't lie about all the cool things they have that people won't like them. So my advice to her was to nicely ask the girl (unfortunately Little Miss Direction has acquired my attitude which is not always good), why she lies all the time and that people would probably like her a lot more if she didn't lie. People would like her for who she is if she was just herself. So last night Little Miss Direction said that she nicely asked the girl why she lies and she said the girl was all mean like and said "i don't lie!"  Little Miss Direction said that she is not going to be her friend anymore if she lies 6 more times because she's really tired of her lying!  Remember when we just had minor problems like that and life just seemed so hard? Then we grow up and we realize that we had it so great as a child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to everyone! Everybody be safe trick or treating tonight!  I'll be sure to post the Little Miss Direction rockstar pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113077239534708490?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113077239534708490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113077239534708490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113077239534708490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113077239534708490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/simple-life.html' title='The Simple Life'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-113037927367942416</id><published>2005-10-26T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:14:33.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairyland</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am in fairyland. I mean, when you find the love of your life, aren't they supposed to worship the ground you walk on and think you are the best thing that has ever happened to them?  They're not supposed to tell you they would feel that way about you if you got off their back. Am I right here or what?  Supposedly I'm in fairy land and this is not reality. Bullshit!!!!!!! I've seen it as reality! I see the way my parents are towards eachother and they are truly in love, my dad doesn't ever tell my mom that if she changes her attitude, then maybe he will feel differently towards her. That is what I call true love! Not fairy land!  Life sucks! I can't wait for this world to end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-113037927367942416?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/113037927367942416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=113037927367942416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113037927367942416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/113037927367942416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/fairyland.html' title='Fairyland'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112973036304149572</id><published>2005-10-19T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:59:23.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rockerAlexis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/54022756/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/54022756_09dd0f85b6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/54022756/"&gt;rockerAlexis&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/missdirection/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Divine, Little Miss Direction and I partied a little too hard last night! We gave her a few shots (kidding of course for those of your without a sense of humor) and did some karaoke! Not feeling too well today! But we sure did have great time together! We were rockin' the house! woooo!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112973036304149572?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112973036304149572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112973036304149572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112973036304149572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112973036304149572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/rockeralexis.html' title='rockerAlexis'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112973023823360477</id><published>2005-10-19T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:57:18.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rockerlonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/54022757/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/54022757_bbc93999c4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/54022757/"&gt;rockerlonny&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/missdirection/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112973023823360477?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112973023823360477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112973023823360477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112973023823360477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112973023823360477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/rockerlonny.html' title='rockerlonny'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112964372235104839</id><published>2005-10-18T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:55:22.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Lots of Prayers!</title><content type='html'>Today is a pretty big interview, well an important one anyways to me!  I'm super super anxious about this one!  I haven't been there yet, but I already know I want it!  So please computer world......pray for me!!!!!!!! This just be my way out and my way back to happiness and the person I used to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have decided to do my first speech for school (which is due 1 week from tomorrow) on the conspiracy of if we ever actually went to the moon.  Divine has told me quite a bit about it, but I'm gonna have to do some super quick research. I think that should probably interest most people.  I'm saving my speech about magic for the next one! hehe  I dreaded this class and put it off for so long and now I hate to admit this to myself, but it's almost kind of fun now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started performing this disappearing banana trick at our mall shows now. I did for the 2nd time on Thursday at the mall.  It's like an instructional cd that plays telling the magician what to do, it's really meant for a girl to do because it's like a cutesy trick. Anyways.......I'm on stage following what the CD tells me to do. In one part he tells me to stick the banana into the little pouch I made and squish it up and then I straighten out the cloth and the banana is supposed to disappear, only this time the banana did not disappear. It went PLOP.......right on the floor! Squished up nasty banana just laying there, so lonely, on the stage floor, with frightened me just standing there wondering what in the hell to do!  I just looked at the audience and shrugged my shoulders, picked up my nasty banana and cloth and started to put it back in my box so I could get the hell off the stage. Then John (our magician friend in charge of the show) gets on stage and makes me do the freakin trick again, after all of the embarrassment I have just been through!  I stick the banana in the pouch again, squeeze the hell out of it, and viola, it disappears!  whew!   I was so pissed at myself because I hate to be a failure, but according to Divine, I handled it very well and thanks to John it actually looked like it was supposed to happen that way.  Sometimes I think I really am just meant to stand there and look pretty and hand the props over to the real magician when needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112964372235104839?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112964372235104839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112964372235104839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112964372235104839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112964372235104839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/need-lots-of-prayers.html' title='Need Lots of Prayers!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112956367642234771</id><published>2005-10-17T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:41:16.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind of a Child</title><content type='html'>I've been telling Little Miss Direction a little bit about my job situation, like how they are mean to me and I have gotten in trouble for being late (had to use kid terms of course so she would understand). I told her that my boss does not understand what it is like to have kids because he is single and does not have any. Very lonely guy from what I can gather. He so needs to be laid! But anyways.....this morning there seemed to be more traffic than usual and I made the comment that I was probably going to be late again and get in trouble and she said that my boss really needs to get a girlfriend so that he knows what it's like to have a kid! haha  She also says they need to quit being so mean to me and get some other people to help me with my work instead of making me do it all.  The mind of a child is so sweet and innocent. But she's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few good prospects I am working on this week.  Positive attitude today! Something WILL come along soon!  I can't wait for the day when I walk in here and tell them to shove this job up their asses!  Of course, by the time I get out of here I will probalby have a completely different attitude and just be thrilled to feel freedom once again!  I have changed so much, from what other people tell me, since my unhappiness has started here.  That happens to be one reason I have not been posting much.  I have been focusing too much on the negativeness and I have become a stiff! I want to be ME again!  And it will happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112956367642234771?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112956367642234771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112956367642234771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112956367642234771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112956367642234771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/mind-of-child.html' title='The Mind of a Child'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112932367216618739</id><published>2005-10-14T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:01:12.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it!</title><content type='html'>I get written up for tardiness and quality of work, but yet half the company is in the other building right now (at 4:00pm, the day is not over until 5:00pm), drinking freakin beer on company time!!!! What the fuck????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112932367216618739?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112932367216618739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112932367216618739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112932367216618739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112932367216618739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112852090640519514</id><published>2005-10-05T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:01:46.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Help Me!</title><content type='html'>I am so freakin depressed right now!  The one person in my department that kept me sane throughout these days of hell has now left! She put her 2 week notice in yesterday, but of course didn't work the 2 weeks. So yesterday was her last day. I went home and bawled my eyes out last night. I feel like I am now stuck in this hell all by myself.  I'm not understanding why I am not getting any calls back from the jobs I have applied for. I am qualified for every job that I have expressed interest in.  If anybody here's of a graphic design job out there, PLEASE....save me from this hell!!!!!  I don't know what else to do, but I do know that I am at my limit.  All I want to do is sit at my desk and cry!  My boss is rude as hell, the bosses above him pretty much pushed my friend out, which I think is extremely unprofessional and I do not have one ounce of respect for them and I can no longer work under these conditions.  I wish so badly that I could just quit today, but there's that little thing called bills!  Not to mention insurance!  I know the right job will come along soon, but I'm starting to lose patience.  I feel so alone and sad and unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an interesting email from one of my customer's yesterday that said he wasn't too sure about this new guy taking over Crystal's (the one who left) position and he would give him a chance and he was hoping that he would be nicer in person.  Now, with the way I was feeling yesterday, I probably gave the most unprofessional response I could have, but I feel I have built a relationship with this customer and that I could be honest with him. I expressed to him that I am extremely unhappy here and that I don't really feel Bob is a people person, but that he should probalby give him a chance and go from there. I'm sure I could get fired for that, but hey.........what I do I care at this point! I'd probably skip out that damn door!  The misery has to end at some point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112852090640519514?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112852090640519514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112852090640519514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112852090640519514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112852090640519514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/10/somebody-help-me.html' title='Somebody Help Me!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112809123659502420</id><published>2005-09-30T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T10:40:36.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday!!! wooo hooooo!!!!!! Damn, I just realized that I've only worked 1 full day this week. It sure doesn't feel like it though.  That's right.....this place still sucks ass!  I have been here for less than 2 hours and have already been checked up on 5 times!  But yet, Weird Ass Bob says he's not the type to check up on me every 15 minutes to see what I'm doing. phhht!  Then fucking quit doing it!!!!!  I cannot wait until the day comes to get out!!!  I don't know why it's not happening yet.  Oh well....at least I get to leave early today and I will be heading up to good ole Detroit, MI for a cousin's wedding. I'm only going because my aunt &amp; uncle are super rich and they are paying for ALL of us to fly up there and for our hotel room. Can't pass up a free trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of re-injured my neck/back this morning putting mousse in my hair and then flipping my head back to hard. I know...it sounds stupid, but it's better to have a reason for it happening than just waking up and not being able to move.  I really wish I had more lortabs. Lortabs are my friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112809123659502420?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112809123659502420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112809123659502420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112809123659502420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112809123659502420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/fly-away.html' title='Fly Away!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112783799737068455</id><published>2005-09-27T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:19:57.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>I'm still around, just a whole lot going on.  I woke up early Sunday morning, went to roll over and had an excrutiating pain in my neck and going down my right arm and down my back. I just started bawling and scared Divine half to death I'm sure, but it freakin hurt!  This has happened before, so I was just going to ride it out, but after a couple of hours I decided I couldn't handle the pain anymore. I had Divine &amp; Little Miss Direction drop me off at the emergency room.  After 5 1/2 hours of x-rays and a catscan and waiting and waiting and waiting.....they have decided that I am having some kind of spasms caused by tension.  I'm on some good drugs at the moment and I get to stay out of work for 2 days! yiipeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Although this does kind of suck to feel like this, I'm enjoying my days off the best I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112783799737068455?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112783799737068455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112783799737068455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112783799737068455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112783799737068455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112740736631005730</id><published>2005-09-22T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:42:46.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TuTu</title><content type='html'>I think I have decided to be a ballerina for Halloween! It fits, don't ya think? Since I'm taking ballet classes and all.  I was going to be Catwoman, but the costume is 1 size fits all, which is like a 9-12 or something and that would be baggy and gay looking.  Two of my other friends are going to be super hero's, so it was gonna be like a team thing, but oh well.  It's funny how I get more excited about Halloween now that I'm older than I did as a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the big magic show for Jason Michaels at the Gibson Showcase in Opry Mills at 8:00 and Divine and the rest of the Music City Magic cast will be performing their usual show at 7:00 on the little stage in front of The Aquarium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112740736631005730?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112740736631005730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112740736631005730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112740736631005730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112740736631005730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/tutu.html' title='TuTu'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112731455124114967</id><published>2005-09-21T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:55:51.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry!</title><content type='html'>I am so emotionally drained right now. Something new and better has got to come along soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112731455124114967?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112731455124114967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112731455124114967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112731455124114967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112731455124114967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurry.html' title='hurry!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112714561658331153</id><published>2005-09-19T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:01:17.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Show!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, gotta do a little advertising here. I promised I would :) Please come see our friend Jason Michaels perform his "&lt;a href="http://app.e2ma.net/app/view:CampaignPublic/id:308.128957364"&gt;Many Faces of Jason Michaels&lt;/a&gt;" stage show this Thursday at the Gibson Showcase (Opry Mills Mall). If you like David Copperfield or David Blaine, you will love this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before that show you can come see the entire cast of Music City Magic (including Divine) perform on the stage in front of the Aquarium Restaruant at 7:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112714561658331153?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112714561658331153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112714561658331153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112714561658331153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112714561658331153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/magic-show.html' title='Magic Show!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112714498617922210</id><published>2005-09-19T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:49:46.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/44716403/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/44716403_8c54e7d782_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missdirection/44716403/"&gt;burn&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/missdirection/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;incident with the playboy deep fryer this weekend.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112714498617922210?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112714498617922210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112714498617922210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112714498617922210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112714498617922210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/burn.html' title='burn'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112688068940408650</id><published>2005-09-16T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:24:49.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember to be Thankful!</title><content type='html'>I saw this commercial last night of a person walking down the street and getting drenched by a gush of nasty rain water as a car drove by. It reminded me of the time when I was about 12 years old and I lived in West Seneca, NY (next to Buffalo) and I used to deliver newspapers. I'm not sure if this is how they still do it, but they didn't have someone who drove around and just threw the newspaper in your front yard. They would hire someone who was usually a child, to pull this heavy ass wagon full of newspapers, enough for about 3 to 4 blocks of houses, and the child would have to stop at each house, take a newspaper and put it inside their door, hoping they didn't leave their dog lose for you to be chased down by. Then once a week you would have to go around to each house and collect their money. (Man that sounds like some old ass times!)  Anyways........this was my job, for about 3 or 4 months from what I remember. I know it didn't last long.  I would have to get up at 5:00 on Sunday mornings to get everyone their newspaper on time.  Two of my cousins were supposed to help me because that is quite a bit of work for a 12 year old scrauny little girl.  One Sunday morning, I got up, waited and waited for them to show up. They never showed up!  There was about 3 feet of snow on the ground and it was still snowing pretty hard. I had no choice but to start pulling the wagon down our street to the busy road and up 5 more blocks.  The tears were just falling from my face like a waterfall as I used all of my strength to pull that wagon full of newspapers through 3 feet of snow!  Finally I get to the busy street where it has been halfway cleared of snow, so I feel slight relief. All of a sudden I look up and here comes the snow plow, not slow by any means, just pushing all the snow to the side of the street, the side I was pulling my wagon on.  Asshole practically ran me over, then piled the snow up to about 6 feet on the side of the road, right where I needed to be pulling.  I quit that job the very next day. I think about how miserable I am here and then those memories come back to me and I realize that was by far the worst job I have ever had in my life!  Sometimes it's so very difficult to remember how good we really have it.  I'm not saying that the job hunt is off............I'm just saying that things aren't always quite as bad as they seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112688068940408650?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112688068940408650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112688068940408650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112688068940408650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112688068940408650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember-to-be-thankful.html' title='Remember to be Thankful!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112679727064062489</id><published>2005-09-15T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:14:30.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna be a Star!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a couple of days because I have managed to let this place bring me down once again and I didn't want to be one of those bloggers that just gets on here and bitches about my job.  I'm feeling much better today! I have let the concentration of hope of escaping hell take over me once again!  A plan is in place, so just pray for me that the plan starts working soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my second ballet class last night and I still love it! The funniest part was when I got home and showed Divine some stuff that I had learned and he actually tried to do it himself, just for a minute though. Magic is definately his calling! haha It was quite humorous for a minute though!  I think I have found my calling and now my goal is to get good enough at dance (which I don't think should be a problem since I did take it for 10 years as a child) to be able to perform in the Nashville Ballet shows and become a professional dancer. At least part time or something, like when I'm not helping out in magic shows.   Either way, being an entertainer is the goal and I think it's pretty realistic considering I don't want to be like a rock star or country singer or something crazy like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's magic night again. I will not be helping out in this show, but as usual I will be there supporting Divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my car to get an estimate yesterday on the damages and I guess there's more damage underneath than I thought. Oh well though, at least it wasn't my fault, so my insurance shouldn't go up!  I'm ready for it to be fixed though. I don't like to drive a ghetto as car around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to concentrate on my shitty job once again. Why I care, I dunno............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112679727064062489?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112679727064062489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112679727064062489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112679727064062489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112679727064062489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-gonna-be-star.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna be a Star!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112654309558159269</id><published>2005-09-12T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:38:15.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Was there a man in my house?</title><content type='html'>I'm laying in bed last night around 2:00 am, wide awake for some reason feeling kind of paranoid and full of anxiety. I kept thinking about how we sort of live in the ghetto and we do not have an alarm system and how little children are taken from their very own bedrooms at times by some sick psycho person. I couldn't get these thoughts out of my head. I keep hearing noises from the living room. I see a man in black with some kind of light walk into our bedroom. I just laid there as still as I could possibly be, moving only my eyes. He walked over to Lonny's side of the bed and then around to my side of the bed. He just stood there for what seemed like forever. I kept trying to wake Lonny up to tell him that a man was in our house, but no words would come out of my mouth. The man disappeared, nowhere to be seen or heard. I just knew he had taken Alexis.  I wake up drenched in sweat, scared as hell, trying to figure out if it was real or not.  That had to have been one of the scariest nightmare's I have had in a long time. I couldn't believe how real it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving to work on this lovely Monday morning in the typical stop and go Nashville traffic down I24.  I have to hit my brakes kind of hard at one point to avoid hitting the idiots in front of me. I am successful!  I look up in my rear view mirror........BAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM.....the guy behind me was not so successful.  Yes.....this is my Monday morning so far.  I was very nice to him though. He seemed very upset at himself, and I completely understand. Plus my car held up much better than his, although it didn't feel like it from the inside.  My rear bumper seems to be the only thing damaged. His car on the other hand had the entire front end smashed in and his air bag smacked him in the face.  I'm feeling some pain in my back, I think I'll wait til tomorrow to see how I feel then and then let his insurance pay for me to get rid of the pain.  I can only hope the day doesn't get any worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112654309558159269?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112654309558159269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112654309558159269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112654309558159269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112654309558159269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/was-there-man-in-my-house.html' title='Was there a man in my house?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112629913279218882</id><published>2005-09-09T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:52:12.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>So like, I almost fell on the floor when I got out of bed this morning. My calves are freakin HURTING!!!!!!!!!!!!  I got to assist in the magic show last night. My main job was to stand there and look pretty and hand Divine the things he needed, but I guess that's all an assistant is really supposed to do.  The show turned out good, although there are way less people at Opry Mills on a weeknight than there are on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new supervisor was announced today. Oh yes.....it's Freaky Ass Bob! Freakin' joy out the ass!  I am also losing my office and being moved up front directly in the middle of everybody! They say it is to signify that computers are the center of our business. phht! Whatever! It's just so they can keep a closer eye on me. Now Freakboy's eyes will be on me all day long!!!!!!!! Can't wait!  My best friend did get the supervisor position in the Murfreesboro office and I am very happy for her. She deserves it!  Luckily tonight we are going to LaHacienda to celebrate our delivery guy's departure from this place and now Amber's new job.  I can hear the margaritas calling my name at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112629913279218882?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112629913279218882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112629913279218882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112629913279218882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112629913279218882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112619362276017685</id><published>2005-09-08T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:39:46.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=28420781/t_=32677126"&gt;Some wedding pictures!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just put in &lt;a href="mailto:mrsdirection@yahoo.com"&gt;mrsdirection@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; for the email&lt;br /&gt;password is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112619362276017685?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112619362276017685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112619362276017685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112619362276017685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112619362276017685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-day.html' title='The Big Day!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112618729395547845</id><published>2005-09-08T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:48:16.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Holy shit, if that ballet class isn't going to get my legs in shape I don't know what will!  OUCH!!!!  I absolutely loved the class though! I'm definately gonna stick to this one!  I'm gonna learn to be all graceful and shit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the hell was up with traffic this morning? It took me 50 minutes to go less than 10 miles! Plus I was 10 minutes late yesterday. Maybe this will be straw that gets me fired. :)  No really, I don't WANT to get fired, but I can't say I would be suprised if I was. Just pray that something comes along soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is magic show night once again at Opry Mills at 7:00. There are 4 magician's that will be performing....&lt;a href="http://www.flip-side.com/"&gt;Big Daddy Cool&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jasonmichaelsmagic.com/"&gt;Jason Michaels&lt;/a&gt;, Scott Cantrell, and of course Lonny Divine (man he really needs a website!)  Jason's new assistant will actually be performing a trick on her own tonight. I'm quite interested to see how that goes.  After the show I plan on playing matchmaker, even though that doesn't always turn out so great. Jason really has a thing for his assistant, the only problem is that she has a boyfriend, but I figure this boyfriend is really just a rebound dude from being hurt in her previous relationship and we all know those don't last, you just have to have one. I'm thinking I can make this work! heeeee heeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112618729395547845?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112618729395547845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112618729395547845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112618729395547845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112618729395547845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112612557036520823</id><published>2005-09-07T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:39:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been in a "posting" mood today. Same ole shit going on around here.  I am starting a new ballet class tonight that I'm super excited about!  I know, half of you are laughing, but this is really going to get me into shape and help me to perform better with Divine. I quit the other dance class I was taking. I really have a good feeling about this one though!  And this way I don't have to miss Divine's magic shows on Thursdays at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way to stop a kid from being clumsy? I think Little Miss Direction has got to be the clumsiest kid in the world!  There is not one day that passes where she does not spill something. Last night it was red koolaid and then her entire bowl of mac &amp;amp; cheese. This morning she dropped her glass filled with red koolaid on the wood floor and it shattered everywhere! I really hope this is something she outgrows. I guess it's back to sippy cups until she can learn how to hold things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112612557036520823?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112612557036520823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112612557036520823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112612557036520823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112612557036520823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112601466116506057</id><published>2005-09-06T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:51:01.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What was he thinking?</title><content type='html'>We so have got to move out of the ghetto! Actually, it's more like Little Mexico that we live in, which I think might be worse.  I was at Kroger this weekend just picking up a few things, minding my own business. I can't stand the Kroger I go to anyways because it's always full of mexican's and apparantely in Mexico it's a compliment to stare at women. I have actually started being quite a bitch (imagine that haha) when they stare at me while I'm trying to freakin grocery shop.  I even grew the balls this weekend to look right at them and say "quit fucking starring!" Then I felt kind of bad, but somebody has to teach them that it is rude in America to stare at a woman like she is a piece of meat. Very degrating!  So then I'm walking out to my car to load up my groceries and this dude (I couldn't really tell if he was mexican or white, maybe a mixture) follows me to my car. I'm opening my trunk and he says "excuse me", I look up and say "yeeesss????", he says "i'm sorry, I just couldn't help but notice you in the store. You are so beautiful!" and I say "ummm, thank you". I could tell he was all nervous and he says "so, do you have anyone special in your life?" and I proudly say "yes, as a matter of fact I just got married!"  His only response was "congratulations to him. see ya" haha  I mean dude, since when do you try to pick people up at the freakin grocery store! All I want to do is get my shit and get out of there. I don't go there to get unwanted attention. I'm considering driving of my way from now on just so I don't have to shop in the ghetto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112601466116506057?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112601466116506057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112601466116506057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112601466116506057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112601466116506057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-was-he-thinking.html' title='What was he thinking?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112567922141808783</id><published>2005-09-02T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:40:21.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Go</title><content type='html'>I can't figure out why my pictures aren't popping up on my blog. hmmmmm  I got my review at work yesterday. All I have to say is holy fucking shit!!!!  I try not to talk shit about work, but the bitches have now crossed the line! It's on!  I got the shittiest review I have ever had in my life. I get no raise, I scored low on every aspect of my job. The entire review doesn't even make sense. Then at the end of the review they had the nerve to say "we know this hurts. we're sorry" WHAT????? FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!  It's ok though......I've already gone to HR this morning. I am not letting these bitches run me over!  I will fight for as long as I'm here. Which hopefully won't be much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and guzzled down 2 beers on the way to Opry Mills for the magic show. We get to the mall and the management screwed up and scheduled the stage for some other people. The magician's were not very happy, but I was excited to be able to go continue drinking at Alabama Grill.  Divine &amp; one of the other magicians got to do a trick in front of everyone at Alabama Grill just because the manager was awesome. He even gave us the employee rate on our food &amp;amp; drinks for them providing entertainment.  Then we headed to Mercy Lounge for the Crazy 8's show. That pretty much sucked. It was a country theme and the crowd that goes to these Crazy 8's shows are nowhere near country. We left right after Big Daddy Cool performed.  Tonight I am looking forward to some mexican and margaritas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112567922141808783?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112567922141808783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112567922141808783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112567922141808783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112567922141808783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-go.html' title='No Go'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112558543629164040</id><published>2005-09-01T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:37:16.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Rubber Check</title><content type='html'>So do you send someone a thank you card who gave you a bounced check that you were charged for because they didn't have any money?  My sister brought a friend from Buffalo with her to our wedding and it was the first time we ever met her, so I wasn't even expecting her to give us a gift, but I thought it was a very nice gesture that she gave us a $50 check.  Then waiting in our mailbox a couple days ago was her returned check with a $6 charge to us because she had insufficient funds. haha It's really kind of funny to me, but I don't know if I should send her a thank you card or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is &lt;a href="http://www.jasonmichaelsmagic.com/tour.html"&gt;Music City Magic&lt;/a&gt; at Opry Mills! I don't think I get to be involved in tonight's show, but I will be there supporting my hubby! :)  Of course he likes to make very last minute decisions, so you never know what to expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112558543629164040?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112558543629164040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112558543629164040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112558543629164040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112558543629164040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/09/thanks-for-rubber-check.html' title='Thanks for the Rubber Check'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550763114652566</id><published>2005-08-31T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:00:31.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747410/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos31.flickr.com/38747410_9dbb09d174_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747410/"&gt;cruise11&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My baby!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550763114652566?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550763114652566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550763114652566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550763114652566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550763114652566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550763114652566.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550760107367925</id><published>2005-08-31T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:00:01.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38746665/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos29.flickr.com/38746665_5e1b6b2542_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38746665/"&gt;cruise6&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Divine being blown away in the wind!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550760107367925?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550760107367925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550760107367925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550760107367925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550760107367925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550760107367925.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550757106973171</id><published>2005-08-31T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:59:31.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38746664/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos24.flickr.com/38746664_05bb68536e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38746664/"&gt;cruise5&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our new friends we got shitfaced with!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550757106973171?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550757106973171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550757106973171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550757106973171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550757106973171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550757106973171.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550752738745810</id><published>2005-08-31T12:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:58:47.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747408/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos31.flickr.com/38747408_7c043c65bb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747408/"&gt;cruise9&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was our home for last week!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550752738745810?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550752738745810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550752738745810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550752738745810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550752738745810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550752738745810.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550750274589957</id><published>2005-08-31T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:58:22.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747407/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos32.flickr.com/38747407_6bbf2a4079_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747407/"&gt;cruise8&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a monkey head carved out of a coconut!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550750274589957?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550750274589957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550750274589957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550750274589957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550750274589957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550750274589957.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550746228421090</id><published>2005-08-31T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:57:42.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747409/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/38747409_e0f76f1640_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747409/"&gt;cruise10&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Formal night&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550746228421090?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550746228421090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550746228421090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550746228421090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550746228421090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550746228421090.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550742826964196</id><published>2005-08-31T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:57:08.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747411/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/38747411_d854520200_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747411/"&gt;cruise12&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;awwww, aren't we cute? :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550742826964196?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550742826964196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550742826964196' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550742826964196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550742826964196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_112550742826964196.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550738874779899</id><published>2005-08-31T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:56:28.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747945/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos28.flickr.com/38747945_3b97b6c511_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747945/"&gt;cruise14&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also had to take a picture of the dude wearing speedos!!!  Gave several of us a good laugh! Poor guy!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550738874779899?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550738874779899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550738874779899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550738874779899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550738874779899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon_31.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112550735173708345</id><published>2005-08-31T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:55:52.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747946/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/38747946_8de32a052c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/38747946/"&gt;cruise15&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had to take a picture of the homeless guy in Key West!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112550735173708345?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112550735173708345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112550735173708345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550735173708345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112550735173708345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112541048661535150</id><published>2005-08-30T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:01:26.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Ok, well I didn't get anything done last night that I had planned on, so no cruise pictures to post yet.  We had gotten our bishop a $50 gift certificate for O'Charley's for marrying us and we got it back in the mail yesterday with a note saying he cannot accept anything for church services, so Divine, Little Miss Direction and I went to O'Charley's for dinner.   Too bad I didn't get him a Logan's gift certificate so I could have my roadhouse tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine and I watched &lt;a href="http://www.haroldandkumar.com/"&gt;Harold &amp; Kumar go to White Castle&lt;/a&gt; for the second time last night! That movie is freakin hilarious!!!!  There are not many movies that I can watch more than once, but this one qualifies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112541048661535150?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112541048661535150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112541048661535150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112541048661535150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112541048661535150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112534934327771953</id><published>2005-08-29T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:02:23.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Fryers &amp; Playboy???</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot.....so you know how usually for a wedding you get several gifts that you are wondering what in the hell the people who gave the gift were thinking.  So the night of the wedding we couldn't handle the suspense of just leaving all of those unopened gifts sitting there while we went to the hotel, so we ended up opening all of them. One of the things we registered for was a nice deep fryer. We open the gift from my maid of honor and it's the deep fryer!  Divine was super excited about it and decided to take it out of the box and set it up in the kitchen. I was looking through the box to make sure nothing else was in there and I saw some magazines at the bottom. I pulled them out thinking they were just some kind of promotional things or something...........they were promotional alright! Promoting naked chics!  3 Playboy magazines in our freakin deep fryer box!!!!  I decided not to call the maid of honor that night, so I called her yesterday to let her know we made it home from the honeymoon and she just happened to ask if we got any presents that we just thought were crazy or anything and I said "actually....yes, yours!", she was in complete shock and said "WHAT???? I went to 3 Targets to find that! You guys wanted that!" and I said "we love the deep fryer, but what was in the box was a bit strange", she still acted confused, so I told her what was in there and was just amazed.  I don't know if somebody was playing a practical joke and if someone was trying to hide them from their wife and then returned the deep fryer to Target, but I must say that was by far the weirdest present we received!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112534934327771953?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112534934327771953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112534934327771953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112534934327771953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112534934327771953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/deep-fryers-playboy.html' title='Deep Fryers &amp; Playboy???'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112533111939662356</id><published>2005-08-29T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:58:39.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Ok, have to do kind of quick post. The work is already piling up. What a suprise! Damn it sucks to be back to reality! Where in the hell is my waiter with my drink????  The wedding turned out very nice!  The honeymoon was awesome!  Although we did not get to go to the Bahamas because of that bitch Katrina.  We did get to go to Key West and if they would've told us before Key West that we probably would not be going to the Bahamas we would've done an excursion in Key West, but instead they waited til afterwards. Oh well.  We still had a wonderful time! It just caused us to have to stay on the ship longer and spend more money gambling and drinking.  Our dinner table people were all great. We ended up hanging out with them most of the trip. We had sooooooo much good food and I even tried snail for the first time ever! Little scary, but it was good!  The good thing about being on a ship is if it's not sunny where you are, they can just sail you to a sunny spot, so we still ended up with a lot of sun. The hurricane didn't effect us too badly. A few rocky nights, but drinking actually helped it feel not so rocky.  I just wish this damn building would quit swaying! :)  I'll post some pictures tonight or tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112533111939662356?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112533111939662356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112533111939662356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112533111939662356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112533111939662356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112467713498749596</id><published>2005-08-21T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:18:54.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>The wedding was awesome! I am loving being married! We leave for the cruise tomorrow! Hell ya! No posts til next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112467713498749596?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112467713498749596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112467713498749596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112467713498749596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112467713498749596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/cruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112428413955268928</id><published>2005-08-17T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:08:59.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>I think that my brain is mush today!  The past 2 days have been HELL here at work.  I know that everybody thinks that I have such an easy job because I sit at a desk all day, but even though I don't do physical labor, I still get completely emotionally drained from the stress of being the only one able to fix printing problems and do everybody's stupid crap. I thought I was a graphic designer, but apparantely I'm Miss Fix It!  I just keep trying to imagine myself relaxing on that cruise in less than 1 week!  I know it's gonna do me some good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one final wedding meeting last night. My aunt is pretty much the wedding planner because she's so good at that stuff. She had made this whole chart thing and cut out little things for the tables and the stage and all that stuff and it is totally NOT set up how I was picturing in my head.  I'm a little bit disappointed, but I'm trying to have faith that it will still be beautiful.  I'm gonna say this just one more time..........anyone who is planning to get married in the future.......run off and elope! :)  I know that everything is going to turn out great, but it sure would have been a whole lot less stressful if we just ran off.  We still keep threatening to do that.........but I think it's a little late now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112428413955268928?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112428413955268928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112428413955268928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112428413955268928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112428413955268928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112421382597795254</id><published>2005-08-16T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:37:05.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are People Thinking?</title><content type='html'>This morning on my way to work I was driving down the interstate in rush hour traffic and the lane next to me was coming to a complete stop. As I was driving by I saw an 18 wheeler crash into the back of a car. The car bounced off of the truck and then bounced off of the car in front of him and bounced off the truck again! It freakin gave me chills!  I don't know if I've ever actually seen a car accident happen that close to me. It was really a scary sight! Now I feel terrified to get in front of an 18 wheeler. Those dudes don't get enough sleep and they're all rednecks with no brains!  Scary stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the crazy doctor due to extreme anxiety and feeling like I have an elephant on my chest lately.  The crazy doc is like 80 years old and he was wearing a green flowered type print shirt and a freakin rainbow belt!!!!!!!!! hahahahahha  It took everything I had to hold in my laugh as we were talking about serious stuff!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from the crazy doc, there was this couple in a truck behind me and it looked like he was sitting in the middle of the truck, but yet still driving and the chic with him was basically on top of him. How in the hell do you do that???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112421382597795254?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112421382597795254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112421382597795254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112421382597795254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112421382597795254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-are-people-thinking.html' title='What Are People Thinking?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112411464851813633</id><published>2005-08-15T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:04:08.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Kids!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school!  As Little Miss Direction and I were speeding to school I realized there was a cop two lanes over from me and I ALMOST went flying by him going 85 mph. I slammed on my breaks and slowed down right next to him. Luckily I guess he did not have his radar on and didn't seem to be paying much attention to me, but I came real close to having a heart attack!  Then we get to her school and of course most parents walk their child in on the first day, so the parking lot was completely full and we had to park along this little road. One very smart dad pulled up a little bit too far into the ditch and half of his truck was up in the air! Poor guy! That's gotta suck!  I walk Little Miss Direction into school and across the hall from her classroom is a little boy bawling his eyes out. I am so thankful that I have an outgoing child who is all about getting in school to socialize. haha  Although she does promise that she won't get in trouble for talking this year. Last year we had a slight problem with that. But hey, it's better than having to leave her bawling her eyes out. That's a heart breaker!  Then as I was almost to work, getting off at 2nd Ave, there was a truck that smashed into a bunch of trees and nearly hit a building.  Seems to be a very eventful morning out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be one very very busy week! 5 days away from the wedding! We have all kinds of family coming into town! Very exciting and stressful and busy and happy! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112411464851813633?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112411464851813633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112411464851813633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112411464851813633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112411464851813633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-school-kids.html' title='Back to School Kids!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112386100844400182</id><published>2005-08-12T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:36:48.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>I started my dance class last night! It was a lot of fun and great exercise. I felt like a kid again!  There was a wide mixture of girls in the class, all adults of course, but there are 2 ghetto ass girls, you know the type.....tattoo's, funky ass clothes, funky hair, look like they've been smoking for years and years, then there was a lady like my mom's age who was actually quite funny and I even made a friend who is just a little older than me and her daughter plays soccer just like mine!  Not to sound conceited or anything, but I look like freakin Sherah next to those girls.  None of them are even close to being in shape and it kind of sucks because most of them have never taken dance before so we have to learn the super easy crap.  Not that I'm like advanced or anything since it has been over 10 years since I've taken a dance class, but still.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112386100844400182?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112386100844400182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112386100844400182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112386100844400182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112386100844400182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112376971141578496</id><published>2005-08-11T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:15:11.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>I'm in love!  I know I know......sickening to a lot of people out there......but, I finally found it and I just felt like telling the world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112376971141578496?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112376971141578496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112376971141578496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112376971141578496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112376971141578496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112369407817086536</id><published>2005-08-10T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:14:38.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At Work</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back and it sucks. I was only off for 2 days and I was really starting to get used to it already! At least it was a very relaxing 2 days of laying out at the pool and not stressing about anything.  As anyone can see from the pictures, the bachelorette party was a lot of fun! It was more of a chilled kind of party rather than a crazy kind of party, which was perfectly fine with me! Everyone enjoyed themselves.  I picked up our wedding bands yesterday and Divine put his on and didn't want to take it off. They turned out really pretty. Diamonds &amp; rubies around both bands. They are very unique.  Just a week and half left!!!!!  Time sure does fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112369407817086536?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112369407817086536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112369407817086536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112369407817086536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112369407817086536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-at-work.html' title='Back At Work'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354895631284029</id><published>2005-08-08T20:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:55:56.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448047/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32448047_dea163a193_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448047/"&gt;Drunk&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354895631284029?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354895631284029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354895631284029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354895631284029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354895631284029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354893950182873</id><published>2005-08-08T20:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:55:39.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448046/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32448046_68af8daf9d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448046/"&gt;Getting Drunk&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354893950182873?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354893950182873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354893950182873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354893950182873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354893950182873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/getting-drunk.html' title='Getting Drunk'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354891896052523</id><published>2005-08-08T20:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:55:18.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448045/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32448045_725a08afed_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448045/"&gt;Chillin&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354891896052523?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354891896052523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354891896052523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354891896052523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354891896052523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/chillin.html' title='Chillin'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354890173181665</id><published>2005-08-08T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:55:01.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to Getting Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448044/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32448044_05ea933dc6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448044/"&gt;Cheers to Getting Married!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354890173181665?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354890173181665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354890173181665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354890173181665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354890173181665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/cheers-to-getting-married.html' title='Cheers to Getting Married!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354886885046267</id><published>2005-08-08T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:54:30.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls on Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448043/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32448043_449b1d87ba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448043/"&gt;Girls on Roof&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354886885046267?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354886885046267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354886885046267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354886885046267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354886885046267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls-on-roof_112354886885046267.html' title='Girls on Roof'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354886485955435</id><published>2005-08-08T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:54:26.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls on Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448043/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32448043_449b1d87ba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448043/"&gt;Girls on Roof&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354886485955435?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354886485955435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354886485955435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354886485955435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354886485955435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls-on-roof_08.html' title='Girls on Roof'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112354878051019513</id><published>2005-08-08T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:53:00.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls on Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448043/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32448043_449b1d87ba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/32448043/"&gt;Girls on Roof&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bachelorette party!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112354878051019513?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112354878051019513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112354878051019513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354878051019513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112354878051019513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls-on-roof.html' title='Girls on Roof'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112324965782293520</id><published>2005-08-05T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:47:37.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Coffee?</title><content type='html'>Last night's show was good!  My brain isn't working too well today though. Coffee is a definite must!  Lots of interesting people. The theme was the 1950's. Everybody was dressed all 50's like and had their hair done all 50's like. I wonder what kind of music those people listen to. They had a teeny bikini contest, 50's style suits of course, which means they weren't really that teeny compared to today's bathing suits. The host of the show was a real drag queen! I didn't realize it at first, I totally thought it was a girl, then it spoke and I realized it was a man!!!!!  I don't know if I've ever seen a real drag queen in person. I thought it was kind of cool!  Now I just have to make it through today and then rest up for Gatlinburg!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112324965782293520?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112324965782293520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112324965782293520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112324965782293520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112324965782293520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/wheres-coffee.html' title='Where&apos;s the Coffee?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112316358166579459</id><published>2005-08-04T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:53:01.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better today! All I needed was a good night's sleep!  Now I'm ready to go out tonight.  We are going to see our friend &lt;a href="http://www.jasonmichaelsmagic.com/"&gt;Jason Michaels&lt;/a&gt; perform his magic at Crazy Eights tonight. There is other entertainment also if anyone is interested in that.  Last time they did some little comedy skits and there was a brolesque (spelling ?) dancer and I can't really remember what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone catch the big ass lipstick mark on Brandon's face last night after the bottom 3 were chosen on the &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/rock_star/"&gt;Rock Star &lt;/a&gt;show last night? (my new favorite show since the new season for Desperate Housewives has not started yet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112316358166579459?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112316358166579459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112316358166579459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112316358166579459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112316358166579459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112308264376077450</id><published>2005-08-03T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:24:03.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheltered</title><content type='html'>I am not feeling very well today at all! I sooooo better not be getting that sickness that is going around! Not on bachelorette party weekend damnit!  This sucks! I'm starving, but I can't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized last night that I think I had a sheltered childhood. I never thought about it before I guess. It seemed pretty normal to me at the time. I grew up in West Seneca, NY, which is right next to Buffalo. It's not out in the boonies or anything like that, but now that I think about it, it's a very weird little town.  Divine is always bringing up things from his childhood, such as movies or little sayings, that I have never heard of. Like "The Boy Who Cried Wolf", I totally thought that was just a saying, I didn't know there was actually a story that goes along with it! haha  My childhood consisted of riding bikes, sledding, roller skating, just playing outside constantly. Maybe I didn't watch enough tv. Or maybe going to a catholic school from kindergarten to 8th grade kept me sheltered from a lot. I bet that's what it is!  It's just crazy how our childhood completely effects who we are when we get older. I sure hope I do a good job with Alexis! That's a lot of pressure to put on a parent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112308264376077450?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112308264376077450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112308264376077450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112308264376077450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112308264376077450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/sheltered.html' title='Sheltered'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112298871222219608</id><published>2005-08-02T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:18:32.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Yellow Brick Road</title><content type='html'>I saw on the news last night that there was a bear attack, but I didn't catch where it was and I can't find anything on the Channel 4 website to find out!  Kind of scary considering all of us girls are going to Gatlinburg Sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this morning that an astronaut's starting pay is only $39,000 a year and they can't make more than $79,000 a year! That's some crazy shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112298871222219608?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112298871222219608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112298871222219608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112298871222219608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112298871222219608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/follow-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Follow the Yellow Brick Road'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112294871822774657</id><published>2005-08-01T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:11:58.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/30479053/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/30479053_d3f3be760b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/30479053/"&gt;Wedding Shower&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112294871822774657?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112294871822774657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112294871822774657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112294871822774657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112294871822774657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/wedding-shower_01.html' title='Wedding Shower'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112294870229839099</id><published>2005-08-01T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:11:42.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this the cutest cake ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/30479054/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/30479054_be8b90453b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/80845487@N00/30479054/"&gt;Wedding Shower Cake&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/80845487@N00/"&gt;krista622&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112294870229839099?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112294870229839099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112294870229839099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112294870229839099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112294870229839099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/isnt-this-cutest-cake-ever.html' title='Isn&apos;t this the cutest cake ever?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112290598954050129</id><published>2005-08-01T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:19:49.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hollar</title><content type='html'>Where has time gone? I can't believe it's August already! Less than 3 weeks until the wedding now! It's starting to get really exciting now that it's so close!  I had a lingerie bridal shower this weekend and got lots of good new stuff!  This coming weekend is the bachelorette party in Gatlinburg! Oh ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this before, but once again......girls do not like to be hollered at!  Yesterday Divine &amp; Little Miss Direction and I went to my cousin's pool and this skinny ass white guy who looked to be in his 30's, trying to act as if he were black, yelled "daaammmnnnn girl!" to every freakin girl that walked in the pool area. It's just so degrating. If you like a girl just go up and talk to her, don't yell at her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112290598954050129?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112290598954050129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112290598954050129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112290598954050129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112290598954050129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-hollar.html' title='Don&apos;t Hollar'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112265140197868976</id><published>2005-07-29T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:36:41.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Relaxation</title><content type='html'>It sure does feel great to have a day off!  I'm slightly on the hungover side, but nothing that laying out at the pool all day can't fix.  The Rock n Roll Circus was pretty fun last night. It wasn't as crowded as last time. Divine had some mess up's, but I don't think anyone noticed. Then, the fire eating girl was not a fire eating girl, it was a fire blowing guy! The ad in the Nashville Scene said "Meagan the Fire Eater". The guy kind of sucked. I don't really see the thrill of putting lighter fluid or whatever it was in your mouth and blowing it out at fire.  So, the entertainment wasn't quite as exciting as last time.  And then of course there had to be some drama. Anywhere my sweet little friend goes, drama is sure to happen!  One of her ummm, what do you call him, previous buddies? walked in with some chic and he completely turned his nose up in the air at us, which really pissed me off because I just work with him, it's not like I'm going to ruin his game, but whatever. So then the sweet little friend of course wanted to try and get his attention to mess up his night. Very teenagish behavior in my opinion.  When somebody needs attention sooooo badly that they have to talk about themselves all night and then pout when conversation is not about you, it gets very tiresome.  Other than all of that though, it was a good time! ha!  I'm off to my day of relaxation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112265140197868976?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112265140197868976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112265140197868976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112265140197868976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112265140197868976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-of-relaxation.html' title='Day of Relaxation'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112255644237236457</id><published>2005-07-28T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:14:02.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Magic Time!</title><content type='html'>Whew! It feels damn good out there today! I was actually able to enjoy the fresh air on the way to work (well, I'm not too sure the shit smell downtown is so fresh, but whatever). I have another busy day since I'm off tomorrow.  Tonight is Dan McGinnis night! (I really have been drinking a lot lately!)  If any is interested in seeing the Rock n Roll Circus, come on out! Divine gets to do 2 5-minute magic shows. He has some really cool stuff planned for tonight. It's sure to fuck with all the drunkards.  Plus there will like 5 bands I think, last time they were really good (in my opinion anyways) and there is also going to be a girl that eats fire there. I can't wait to see that one! I don't know what has gotten into me today, but I'm in an especially good mood. Sometimes I think people take this place way too damn seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112255644237236457?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112255644237236457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112255644237236457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112255644237236457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112255644237236457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-magic-time.html' title='It&apos;s Magic Time!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112252200539730408</id><published>2005-07-27T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:40:05.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaritaville</title><content type='html'>One reason I am happy that half of mexico has moved here is because they made one helluva margarita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112252200539730408?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112252200539730408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112252200539730408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112252200539730408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112252200539730408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/margaritaville.html' title='Margaritaville'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112247320797586378</id><published>2005-07-27T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:06:47.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Alcohol Please!!!</title><content type='html'>Short post today. I'm freakin SLAMMED and stressed as hell!!!!  All I have to say for today is to anyone who is getting married and has not yet planned their wedding, just run off and get elope! Trust me on this one!  This shit is seriously starting to require a LOT of alcohol just to stay sane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112247320797586378?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112247320797586378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112247320797586378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112247320797586378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112247320797586378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-alcohol-please.html' title='More Alcohol Please!!!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112241348246156128</id><published>2005-07-26T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:31:22.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>I wish I had one of those jobs where some days you don't work at all because it's slow and then the days that you do work you get off around 2:00 usually, sometimes earlier, rarely later. Think of how much stuff you could get done with a job like that????  You even get to go out for drinks with your buddies that get off of work early!  You don't have to do shit around the house because you know your significant other will do it all, plus run all the errands during a short 1 hour lunch break which means having to run around like a crazy person to get everything done which really really really really sucks in this fucking heat!  Man I'm feeling a bit irritated right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112241348246156128?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112241348246156128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112241348246156128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112241348246156128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112241348246156128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112238483658918730</id><published>2005-07-26T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:33:56.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Lost His Clothes</title><content type='html'>I was driving to work this morning....got off at 2nd Avenue as usual and I saw this man walking down the street with no shirt and then I noticed that he had a jacket wrapped around his waist and he kept looking down to make sure it didn't come open. I probably shouldn't laugh because obviously the poor guy didn't have any clothes for some reason, but I do have to say that it was some good entertainment for 8:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't hold my feelings in yesterday like I said I was going to, but it's all good. I got my feelings out, my point was made (i think), the end.  We shall see if my feelings are taken into consideration in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112238483658918730?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112238483658918730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112238483658918730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112238483658918730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112238483658918730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/he-lost-his-clothes.html' title='He Lost His Clothes'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112230978960191578</id><published>2005-07-25T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:43:09.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disrespectful or not???</title><content type='html'>I have this little issue that is really bothering me and since this IS my journal, I'm gonna write about it on here!  Yesterday Divine, Little Miss Direction and I went swimming at my cousin's apartment pool and there was this girl there who obviously had a boob job (because who in hell's boobs don't move at all when you lay down????), and she had a nice body and all, so when she was getting out of the pool Divine kept looking over at her to enjoy the scenary or whatever. Now, I understand that men are gonna look, I know that's normal, but I feel there is a point that goes too far.  When you look 5 times within a minute, to me that is considered starring and for him to do that right in front of my face is just extremely disrespectful to me. I don't do that in front of him. I might glance at a good looking guy, but I'm not going to keep looking over and over again because I know that would be disrespectful to him.  I don't know if it's my low self-esteem that is kicking in here or if it really is disrespectful. I'm sure everyone has their own opinion and I'm sure all the guys out there would side with Divine.  He says I need to just get over that and I want to explain to him that I know he will look, but that is just a bit much and I feel it's disrespectful.......but that will just cause an argument, so I'll probably keep my mouth shut until it happens again. I would like to hear other people's opinion on this though. Am I being insecure and disrespected or is this normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112230978960191578?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112230978960191578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112230978960191578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112230978960191578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112230978960191578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/disrespectful-or-not.html' title='Disrespectful or not???'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112229893501905155</id><published>2005-07-25T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:42:15.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Alcohol</title><content type='html'>I must say that I had a pretty fun weekend!  We went to Johnny Jackson's on Sat night for Shanell's 21st bday! We hadn't been there in forever, so of course we danced our asses off!  Divine's sister who does not drink or anything came with us. We thought at first that she wouldn't enjoy herself, but she broke it down just like she had been drinking! It was really quite an inspiration to see that it really is possible to have fun without being shitfaced. My goal is to get to that point!  I did have fun seeing my newly single friend get completely trashed and kissing a girl &amp; a guy at the same time! She says  she doesn't remember doing that. hahaha  She was a trooper though! She got sick a couple times, but just kept on going! She didn't give up until 4:00 in the morning at our house when I told her she is not driving home, so she finally passed out in the chair. The rest of us didn't go to bed until 6:00am.  Yesterday was a day full of hanging out at the pool and relaxing.  I can hardly walk today I am so sore!  Now, every single weekend up until the wedding is filled with wedding festivities! Should be fun as long as I can get all these little last minute details out of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112229893501905155?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112229893501905155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112229893501905155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112229893501905155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112229893501905155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-more-alcohol.html' title='No More Alcohol'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112204071399729919</id><published>2005-07-22T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:58:34.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just not Fun Anymore</title><content type='html'>This has been one of the longest weeks I have had in awhile. I feel exhausted and it's Friday! You're supposed to be all awake and happy on Fridays!  Well, the wedding stress is finally getting to us.  Luckily we only have 1 more month to get through!  I would suggest to anyone getting married.........run away and have a super tiny wedding!  If we could go back, that is definately what we would do!  The planning started off for a small wedding and now it's this huge traditional thing and we are both so sick of talking about wedding stuff. I'm ready to just get married and head off on the cruise!  You would think with Divine being a magician that he could come up with some kind of magic trick to just make everything come together! If only that could really happen.............. The goal today is to get as much wedding stuff done as possible, the only problem is that work might get in the way. I can't believe they expect me to come to work and actually do work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112204071399729919?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112204071399729919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112204071399729919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112204071399729919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112204071399729919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-just-not-fun-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s Just not Fun Anymore'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112195583294439529</id><published>2005-07-21T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T10:23:52.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing he had boxers on</title><content type='html'>I never realized how much power simple little words have. I guess I never really thought about it that much before, but I now know how much influence I have on people. One little sentence that maybe comes out in the wrong way could really change someone forever and possibly break down their self esteem. I'm sure this works in the opposite way also, but I've never been very good at giving positive energies to anyone (or maybe I am, but I only hear about the bad ones).  It sucks when we look at ourselves deep down and find the things that are wrong with us. It makes you feel pretty crappy.  I wish that more people took the time to do that, I bet this world would be a happier place is people thought about what they say and actually thought about people other than themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that...........I was driving to work the other morning and ya know how many guys these days where their pants halfway down their ass.....well I saw this kid riding his bike who had his pants like that and I guess his mom probably told him to stop his bike when a car is coming because that's exactly what he did and when he did...........there goes his pants.......down to the ground!  Why would you want to take a chance in this happening?  Get smaller pants people! But not like tight ones because those are totally NOT sexy on a guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112195583294439529?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112195583294439529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112195583294439529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112195583294439529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112195583294439529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-thing-he-had-boxers-on.html' title='Good thing he had boxers on'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112180332343138687</id><published>2005-07-19T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:02:03.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>If I hear that Gwen Stefani song one more time I'm going to shoot the radio!  What in the hell is she talking about? Bananas? Is it supposed to be a song for little babies?  I have heard from several people that their little kids love it!  Yay Gwen! You can spell bananas!!!!!!! yippeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112180332343138687?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112180332343138687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112180332343138687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112180332343138687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112180332343138687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112178603338197743</id><published>2005-07-19T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:13:53.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Full of Idiots!</title><content type='html'>Damn those horoscopes always end up being right! My horoscope this morning said basically not to let the people who you think are idiots get to you today. It's only 10:00 am and several people have already hit my nerves dead on! I really haven't been that aggravated with this place lately. I've been able to let things roll of my shoulder, but today it's not happening. I'm just going to say that people suck and this place makes no sense whatsoever on how it runs this department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard on the radio this morning that Tommy Lee &amp;amp; Pamela Anderson are going to walk down the aisle for the 3rd time! Dumbasses! It didn't work out the first 2 times, why in the hell do they think it's gonna work out now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112178603338197743?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112178603338197743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112178603338197743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112178603338197743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112178603338197743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/world-is-full-of-idiots.html' title='The World is Full of Idiots!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112170264401462978</id><published>2005-07-18T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:04:04.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Busy.....</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like starting off your Monday morning slammed!  I must take a break now to update my blog. The weekend flew by! I mean, it always does, but it seemed extra fast this weekend for some reason. We went canoeing on Saturday, which was tons of fun! We didn't flip at all. The water was pretty high from all the rain, so we moved down the river pretty fast. We did get to see someone flip though!  There was this big black guy and a big white guy in a canoe going by as we were taking a break on a little island and they saw a snake and freaked out. I guess they both pushed themselves off the log to get away from the snake and it made them lose balance and tip, right in front of us!  Supposedly the black guy was a Titan, but I don't really see a football player freaking out over a little water snake. I could be wrong though!  Nothing else really adventurous happened, it was just a nice relaxing day on the river with some beer and food. What else could one ask for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Divine had his magic show at Opry Mills again and as we were walking out the door he decided that he wanted me to bring his stuff out to him on stage. I don't normally help out at the Opry Mills show because it's so small, but I guess from now I on I will.  Even though I had a very crappy performance. Yes, even though I was on stage for less than 30 seconds, I did a crappy job. haha I couldn't help it. Well, I could've, but I was just feeling kind of cranky for some reason and I hadn't prepared myself to do that fake smile thing, so I walked onstage in my super high heals and black dress with NO smile! ha!  Divine said I looked mean.  Sorry people! Next time I will do better. I have a hard time being fake considering I can't stand fake people!  But I try to look at it as just acting, something I still need to practice at. That crap isn't easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took Little Miss Direction to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last night. I thought it was good. I think Johnny Depp is an awesome actor! (hmmm, maybe I should take lessons from him)  I can't remember details from the first Charlie movie, I just remember bits and pieces, so to me this one was better, but Divine says the first one is still better. Guess I'll have to watch the old one now to get my true opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112170264401462978?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112170264401462978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112170264401462978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112170264401462978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112170264401462978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-busy.html' title='Just Busy.....'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112144077863409561</id><published>2005-07-15T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:19:38.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoop Shooby Doop..........</title><content type='html'>So the whole matchmaking attempt is actually working out! They're going out tonight! woo hooo!  Damn I'm good! hehe I am soooo glad it's Friday! I'm hoping to go out for mexican tonight and have a pitcher of margaritas!  Tomorrow we are going canoeing on the Harpeth. I'm super excited about that! A lot of people think that canoeing sounds boring, but these are people that have never experienced it before. I'm not what you would consider an "outdoorsy" person by any  means, but canoeing down a river with your cooler filled with beer and snacks is the best time I have ever had! Plus the whole being away from reality thing intices me too!  Anyone who has never been canoeing should definately try it at least once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things around here that just really erk (spelling?) me!  I cannot stand to be starred at and I cannot stand nosy people!  Freaky Ass Bob happens to have both of these qualities. Back off of my freakin jobs that I'm running you freakin ash tray smelling dried up freaky ass toothpick!  He so pushes my buttons!  Ok, sorry, just had to get that out. I'm better now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112144077863409561?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112144077863409561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112144077863409561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112144077863409561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112144077863409561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/shoop-shooby-doop.html' title='Shoop Shooby Doop..........'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112135139671189734</id><published>2005-07-14T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:29:56.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Matchmaking</title><content type='html'>I'm not playing matchmaker anymore! I promise! It's so fun though! I love getting the 2 parties involved all excited about meeting eachother, but then when one backs out, the other ones feelings are hurt and then it's all my fault and I don't like that too much. Why do I get myself into these things? oopsy! I should've known better on this one though.  I'm still waiting to hear the daily drama of why the other party is backing out, although I'm pretty sure I can pretty much guess at the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a little trouble getting motivated today. I've been at work for an hour and so far I have sent a couple emails, turned my music on and drank some coffee. That's about it. I'm so burnt out on this place. I think I may need to just switch careers completely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112135139671189734?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112135139671189734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112135139671189734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112135139671189734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112135139671189734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-more-matchmaking.html' title='No More Matchmaking'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112126463257282143</id><published>2005-07-13T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:23:56.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does our Imagination Go?</title><content type='html'>When we are kids we have such an awesome imagination!  We could turn the simplest little things into something spectacular in our minds.  Then I guess as we grow older and learn that life with all of it's responsibilities pretty much sucks and we lose the ability to imagine because we know too much or something.  Last night Divine was showing Little Miss Direction a very simple manipulation trick. Everyone knows the trick where you stick a pencil in your ear and it comes out your nose, but in her little mind, she truly thought that he was sticking it through his ear and out his mouth and in one ear and out the other. So I put my mind where hers was and imagined it to be real and we were laughing our butts off! It feels so good to be able to imagine things.  I guess that's why magic is so awesome to people that don't know the secrets.  Even though they know it's not real, it looks real and our minds believe what it sees. I have realized that magic is kind of like going back to your childhood, as long as you can let your go free and just pretend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112126463257282143?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112126463257282143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112126463257282143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112126463257282143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112126463257282143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-does-our-imagination-go.html' title='Where Does our Imagination Go?'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112120173950637549</id><published>2005-07-12T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:55:39.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Umpa Loompa</title><content type='html'>Finally I get to take a little break! Although I shouldn't be because i'm still slammed, but screw it! I'm beat!  Something I have learned today....my new favorite word is umpa loompa!  And I have also realized that I work with a ton of umpa loompa's! They're all different looking kinds of umpa loompa's of course, but they all still qualify for the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine said he was dancing with this girl the other night and she danced like an umpa loompa. I'm not quite sure what they dance like, but it's got to be amusing!  I wonder if they just like bounce up and down or do they jirate their hips or what?  Ok...i'm feeling a bit overtired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112120173950637549?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112120173950637549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112120173950637549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112120173950637549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112120173950637549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/umpa-loompa.html' title='Umpa Loompa'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112113453304080974</id><published>2005-07-11T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:15:33.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Calling Me!</title><content type='html'>Am I being a bad friend for ignoring my friends phone calls just for one night? She's driving me crazy!  I know more about what is going on in her life than my own right now. I just want a little break, but the phone won't quit ringing. EERRRRR  It might be time to break out the bitch (haha, like I ever put her away!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112113453304080974?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112113453304080974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112113453304080974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112113453304080974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112113453304080974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/quit-calling-me.html' title='Quit Calling Me!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112110451975758580</id><published>2005-07-11T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:55:19.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee's Hair and Dollar</title><content type='html'>That is the name of a store that I passed earlier on my way to court. What in the hell kind of store is that?????  Do they do your hair for a Dollar? Is it a Dollar Store and Hair Salon all in one?  I'm sorry, but these foreign people bring some crazy ass named places over here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112110451975758580?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112110451975758580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112110451975758580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112110451975758580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112110451975758580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/lees-hair-and-dollar.html' title='Lee&apos;s Hair and Dollar'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112083140884344422</id><published>2005-07-08T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:03:28.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never learn my lesson</title><content type='html'>I know I've said this before, but I have obviously not learned my lesson. I am getting too damn old to be going out and partying half the night during the week! Why do I do this to myself? I'm feeling quite rough today! Luckily the new bosses are letting me use up the rest of my vacation time and I get to leave at 11:00. Bed........here I come!!!! aahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bachelor and bachelorette parties are coming up in about 4 weeks and the subject of strippers keep coming up. I know a few strippers and I know how their minds work. Half of them are just at a very low point in their lives and they have many many issues and many drug problems. I just find it to be very degrating to themselves and it bothers the hell out of me to watch my fiance drool over some nasty ho like that. So, he says that he doesn't even care anymore about strippers and seeing that kind of stuff (haha, ya right, he's a guy), but we made a deal that he will not go to a strip club for his bachelor party. It's not all me either, he is the one that said he really doesn't want to go because he just sees things like that different now. So anyways, last night we're out with one of our friends who is going to his bachelor party, which is going to be in Tunica, where there are no strip clubs, and the friend mentions to him getting a stripper for the hotel room. Ok..........Fuck THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THat's 10 times worse than going to a strip club. Those girls will do whatever in the hell you want them to do in a private room like that. I'm not stupid! I know that it doesn't bother a lot of girls, but it bothers me BAD! I just can't handle some girl grinding her coochy on my fiance! I don't share! I think it's disgusting and I think that is waaayyyy to close for some nasty chic to be getting to him. Are there any girls out there that agree with me on this?  I have emailed the friend already this morning to see if he really is going to do that and he joked and said he is getting him a male stripper, but then he said he will be good.  I've had major issues with this subject and we've had many arguments about this whole situation and the way I see if he has to have some other naked chic grinding on him, then why in the hell am I around? It's not like I'm some ugly overweight girl or anything. I don't know. I guess I'm rambling now and I probably have some issues of my own to work on, but I will never accept the fact that having a stripper grind on you is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112083140884344422?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112083140884344422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112083140884344422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112083140884344422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112083140884344422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-never-learn-my-lesson.html' title='I will never learn my lesson'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112074797011518026</id><published>2005-07-07T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:52:50.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Up</title><content type='html'>It must be the time of year for broken hearts. We can now add another one to the list of the newly broken hearted.  One of our salesman is just feeling crushed this morning. I have been such the counselor lately. It really sucks seeing people so hurt because I know we've all been there and we all know you feel like your life just cannot go on, but yet, there is nothing you can do for the broken hearted but tell them the same stuff everyone tells them. Life is not over, time will heal, everything WILL be ok. They certainly don't want to hear that at the time of their temporary misery, but it's all so true! I've experienced a couple broken hearts myself and I did feel like my life was going to end. Then I realized (much later of course) that we have to go through that kind of pain to grow stronger and really figure out what exactly it is that we want out of a relationship. I'm so thankful that I am finished with the dating scene. I definately had my fair share of all that crap. Now I will just try to help my friends through their drama with my expert advice from past experiences of my own. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112074797011518026?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112074797011518026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112074797011518026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112074797011518026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112074797011518026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheer-up.html' title='Cheer Up'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112066209378328099</id><published>2005-07-06T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:01:33.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to write about any friends today. I got a little paranoid after the Nashville Is Talking blog linked to mine. haha The friend does not normally read my blog, but if she found out that I wrote about her temporary insanity, she probably would not be very happy with me. Just one bad thing about people you know reading your blog. Oh well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine and I went and saw War of the Worlds this past weekend and I have to say I was not impressed at all. I mean, the effects were awesome, but other than that, the story line just didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. I understand the aliens put these things in the ground before we were on earth, but it never explains why they decide after all that time to come and destroy us. I don't know. Sci-fi is usually not my thing. Plus all of the media about Tom Cruise and how weird he has become probably had somewhat of an affect on my opinion of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112066209378328099?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112066209378328099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112066209378328099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112066209378328099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112066209378328099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112057842611259656</id><published>2005-07-05T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T11:48:10.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think she's about to go Bonkers and I can't stop it!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, say you broke up with your boyfriend (actually, fiance) (or girlfriend is you are a straight guy) about 3 months ago and you decided that you are going to be friends. First of all, we all know that's pretty near to impossible after having that kind of intimate relationship for so long, but hey, they wanted to try it, so be it. Now he has a new girlfriend that he really likes a lot. As the weeks have gone on he has started spending more and more time with her. The ex-girlfriend is starting to get irritated, but insists on still having a friendship with him. She has claimed to be over him a couple of times now, but by the way she talks it's obvious she is not over him. Some bad decisions have been made on her part just to get even with him, which I guess isn't a huge deal because nobody is getting hurt in that situation but herself, although her goal is to hurt him. Every day she seems to get a little better and then all of a sudden she turns psycho again out of no where! I get a call this morning at 6:45AM. First of all, everyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a morning person, so if you choose to call me this early you are going to get the brutal truth from me. The conversation goes as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;: I need help! I think I just got busted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;: well, i decided to drive out to the church that is near his house because I know that girl&lt;br /&gt;spent the night last night and I want to follow her to see where she lives. Well, he drives&lt;br /&gt;by and I think he saw me! He radio'ed me and I didn't answer and then he called and I&lt;br /&gt;didn't answer. Chic never drove by though, so what in the hell? Is she living there&lt;br /&gt;now?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: WHY did you do that???? You are seriously losing it! Please don't start acting like that. I&lt;br /&gt;understand that you have been hurt and you want to get back at him, but this girl never&lt;br /&gt;did anything to you and I don't think you should do anything to hurt her just to get even&lt;br /&gt;wtih him. Getting even with someone is not the right way to handle this situation. It will&lt;br /&gt;not solve anything! Please don't turn into a psycho ex girlfriend on me! Let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she didn't like my response, but I will do what I can to help keep her from becoming this crazy person. She calls me triple the amount she used to when she was with him and I have a family and life of my own that I have to deal with. I'm feeling that I cannot be available to her 24/7 to deal with her drama. Does this make me a bad friend? I'm not sure what else to do. I can't be completely rude to her and tell her to not call me so much or anything, but she is so consumed in this friendship wtih him that really does not exhist anymore and she just can't seem to open her eyes and see that. She can't let go! And honestly, it's wearing me the hell out to listen to it. How do we handle friends that letting hatred take over their lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112057842611259656?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112057842611259656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112057842611259656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112057842611259656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112057842611259656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-shes-about-to-go-bonkers-and-i.html' title='I think she&apos;s about to go Bonkers and I can&apos;t stop it!'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112022633864450102</id><published>2005-07-01T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:58:59.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff</title><content type='html'>Holy shit! I just burnt the hell out of my mouth with my coffee! I totally forgot I just poured a new cup! OUCH!!!!!  Whew!  Alright, so I am going to let the whole slut comment go now. I won't say anything to anybody (well I'll try not to). It does still irritate me though that I get called a slut for her choosing to make a bad decision in her own life, but whatever.  I have a feeling this is going to be a looonnnggg boring day. A lot of people are off so they get an extra long weekend. I'm thinking about taking an extra long lunch though, so maybe that will help.  I get to go meet someone about the wedding cake today and then Divine and I have a date tonight to go get our wedding rings and check out some tuxes!  It's getting close!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that everyone I work with is just as miserable as I am. This has really helped me to overcome the unhappiness I feel when I'm here. Like I said in my last post....misery loves company. haha Seriously though, it helps to know I'm not the only one and I see everyone else acting happy when they're really not, so now I just see this place as another source of entertainment.  There's nothing better than watching a bunch of grown adults bickering back &amp;amp; forth all day because they can't stand eachother while I get to sit back here in my own little space away from all the madness and just enjoy the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112022633864450102?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112022633864450102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112022633864450102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112022633864450102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112022633864450102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112015050264742261</id><published>2005-06-30T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:55:02.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Loves Company</title><content type='html'>What exactly would the point be in telling your really good friend that her ex-boyfriend called you a slut basically?  I don't get people!  It's like, if someone is miserable they have to try their hardest to make everyone around them miserable.  I'm in shock right now and pretty pissed off that a good friend of mine would even say something like that to me. I would never tell her anything rude that someone else has said about her if there is really no reason for her to know that.  The bastard obviously doesn't know a damn thing about me! EEERRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112015050264742261?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112015050264742261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112015050264742261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112015050264742261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112015050264742261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/06/misery-loves-company.html' title='Misery Loves Company'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112013849726934217</id><published>2005-06-30T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:34:57.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>Sitting at the chinese restaurant last night, the waitress brings us our fortune cookies, I open mine right away and read my fortune. It says "Stop searching for happiness, it's just next to you", being a woman I think awwww, that is so sweet and it's true!   Then Divine reads it and as serious as he can be, he says "so, what? You're still searching?"  Like I controlled what my fortune said! haha  We just busted out laughing!  I think somebody slipped some kind of giggle potion into my lunch yesterday because I laughed at pretty much everything from the time I ate my lunch until I went to bed last night.  It feels good to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's the last day of June already! Time sure does fly when you start to get older. The wedding is a month and a half away! No music has been picked out yet or even considered yet. We don't have rings yet. The tuxes are not rented. I have no idea where we're going to get the cake from. haha  I'm sure it will all come together just fine though! Especially when we're cruising to the Bahamas! Oh ya! I can just imagine it now............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112013849726934217?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112013849726934217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112013849726934217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112013849726934217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112013849726934217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/06/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-112005119010969271</id><published>2005-06-29T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:19:50.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Put Your Kids in the Trunk</title><content type='html'>Little Miss Direction and I were riding home yesterday and we were having a conversation about all the car accidents that were happening yesterday afternoon. We passed about 4 cop cars that had a car pulled over and I said "look! There's some cops, but it's not an accident. I don't know what's going on over there" and she said "They probably put their kid in the trunk!  A lady on the news got arrested because she put her kid in the trunk" and I started laughing, considering this is coming from a 7 year old and I had no idea that she even listened to the news when it is on and I responded with "ya, that's really mean to do!  Especially in the summer time with as hot as it is, they could sufficate" she said "ya, and die, but you could still get arrested even if you did that in the winter time.  A kid would be smooshed in the trunk. Somebody would have to come and open the back" and then the conversation went on to having respect for people. It was just a cute conversation with a child. She never fails to amaze me at how smart she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-112005119010969271?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/112005119010969271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=112005119010969271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112005119010969271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/112005119010969271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-put-your-kids-in-trunk.html' title='Don&apos;t Put Your Kids in the Trunk'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-111998362428379384</id><published>2005-06-28T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:33:44.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>I'm still stuck on the whole not having morals issue.  I don't claim to be perfect, but I have learned quite a bit over the years that I have been living and I have realized what the important things are in life. I feel that I have respect for people and I would never intentionally hurt somebody.  The world has always had evil in it, it's just part of life, but it seems like it just keeps getting worse and worse as time goes on.  You would think that the older people get, the more they would mature and acquire new respects for others as they go through life getting hurt and going through different experiences. It seems to be backwards though. I have come across so many adults that act more immature than teenagers.  It just saddens me so much to see what is happening to this world. I know it hasn't been this bad in the past. People used to be nicer. People used to respect others. Is the devil really taking over a large chunk of the world? Do people just not sit back and think about what they are doing or how they are acting? Or do they really just not care about anyone but themselves because they have allowed themselves to be sucked in by the evil energies that tempt us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-111998362428379384?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/111998362428379384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=111998362428379384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/111998362428379384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/111998362428379384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/06/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539170.post-111988064434356593</id><published>2005-06-27T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:57:24.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Show Results</title><content type='html'>Ya know, it always sucks coming back to reality, especially after a fun filled weekend of performing and knowing that half the magicians there make a living doing that. One day, hopefully not too far off in the future, Divine &amp; I will be there too! It was quite an adventurous weekend.  First of all, Bristol VA is a weird place. They hardly have any fast food places, so we spent a fortune on food. It wasn't quite what I expected it to be like. It's a very old little city.  I found out on the way there Thursday night that I was also going to be assisting Jason in the show on Saturday night. I think he didn't tell me until the last minute so he didn't have to pay me.  It's ok though because it is so much fun to me!  So, on Friday night, Divine &amp; I performed together and I did my two magic tricks and what do ya know? I messed one up! I was soooo mad at myself! I felt like I let everyone down because they wanted us to have an awesome show.  I think I was extra nervous because we were performing in front of a bunch of magicians. I got a lot of compliments though and I still did the trick even after I messed it up, and I was told that was very respectable. I was also told that I have very good stage presence. So all of the compliments helped me to get over the fact that I messed up and I realized it really does happen to everyone. Divine did great! He didn't have any screw ups and they all loved his unique style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was really neat. We performed at this historical old theater that had a huge stage. The big stage really helps with the confidence. It makes it more exciting!  I had no screw ups that night. And of course they all loved the very classy cop outfit. haha  I found out quite a bit of gossip this weekend. It seems that nearly half the magicians that are married and do not bring their wives out of town with them are more than willing to cheat on their wives. Unfortunately, I found out that one of our good friends is the same way.  I was extremely disappointed!  I thought he was better than that.  It just makes me quite nautious to see people act that way. How can you have such little respect for someone that you supposedly love and care about so much that you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them?  I still can't shake that yucky feeling that hit me Sat night after hearing that bit of information.  Other than that, the weekend was a lot of fun! I'm feeling completely wiped out today!  Too bad I had to come back to this crap job! One day, I know things will be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11539170-111988064434356593?l=mizdirection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/feeds/111988064434356593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11539170&amp;postID=111988064434356593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/111988064434356593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11539170/posts/default/111988064434356593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizdirection.blogspot.com/2005/06/magic-show-results.html' title='Magic Show Results'/><author><name>Miss Direction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026916864165033068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/73186028_ebe41d3419.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
