<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944</id><updated>2009-02-21T10:22:04.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After All, Tomorrow is Another Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Somewhat related ramblings and wonderings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6545915</id><published>2001-10-23T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-23T10:12:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last post!  Boo hoo!  No, seriously, I'm not crying.  I'm moving!  To my own server!  As of now, my blog, along with my entire web-site!, has moved!  You can find my new blog &lt;a href="http://mhstables.seecruds-n-suspense.net/blog"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  You can find my website &lt;a href="http://mhstables.seecruds-n-suspense.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  On my website, you now have to have a username and password, so if you don't have it, e-mail me! &lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering, which you probably weren't *g*, this is why I haven't posted a story in so long!  I've been busy!  Stories are coming though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6545915?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6545915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6545915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6545915' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6494362</id><published>2001-10-20T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-20T23:36:32.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to talk to Cyndi today!  On the telephone!  Not on the computer!  This is the closest that I've come to actually meeting any of you, since I didn't get to go to convention and I live way away from most of you!  Yes, I'm excited!  I now have proof that you're not all a figment of my imagination! LOL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book last weekend, "Southern Is As Southern Does."  It's written by Darrell Huckaby, a local columnist.  I read his column in the paper, so when I saw him at a book signing when I was in Dahlonegha last week, I bought a copy.  He's considered a "Southern humorist," similar to Lewis Grizzard but not quite.  Anyway, he was writing about belonging to a family of readers, and listed the books he read growing up.  I was astonished when he listed Trixie Belden!  He did claim that they were his sister's, but he read them!  I just thought that was neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6494362?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6494362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6494362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6494362' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6474419</id><published>2001-10-19T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T22:52:47.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting addicted to emode!  Just what I needed, another place to spend too much time! *g*  After I took the friends test, I was telling my sister about it.  I don't watch much television, but she knows those characters inside and out.  She immediately guessed which one the test said I was!  LOL, I guess it must not have been too far off!  She was Monica, btw!  Today, I took the ultimate personality test.  Let's see:  I'm a poet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're complex, artistic, and misunderstood. You enjoy a rich inner life. You're often seen sitting alone in a café, scribbling thoughts in a journal. Or maybe leafing through the pages of some dusty, arcane novel from the 17th century. You're shy and quiet, and you enjoy peaceful, comfortable environments. When you get older, you're going to listen to Musak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard to do the right thing, and you sometimes beat yourself up for making mistakes. While you don't make friends all that easily, you relish the ones you have. Everyone else thinks you're a bit loony — but who cares, right? You enjoy intense one-on-ones or small, intimate dinner parties. You dig candles. And you're an interesting person to know, full of insights and inspiration, even though you're sometimes hesitant to express them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to juggle too much at work, and you can get stressed out by major job upheavals. You prefer to sit alone in your cubicle, working diligently on your own projects while dreaming of becoming a shepherd. You enjoy harmonious working relationships and avoid coworkers who send porn over company email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of that really describes me, although I must admit that I already do listen to Muzak sometimes! *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's the week-end already!  Time seems to be flying by.  This year will be over before I really realize it, I think.  I have gotten a lot accomplished this week, even gotten some fan fiction done!  Of course, having a job that allows me to work on fanfiction while I work is wonderful!  (Although I do have a few job duties, I have a lot of spare time.  My main function is to simply keep the city hall open so that people can call or come by to pay water bills.  And to be there if something major happens, like a water line breaking, so that I can call our maintenance man to go fix it.  The actual work can actually be accomplished in one or two days, but the city decided to keep city hall open five days a week.  Which means they hired me!  Yes, I really do love my job!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6474419?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6474419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6474419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6474419' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6393765</id><published>2001-10-16T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T21:45:20.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm doing better now than I was last week.  On my last post, it just seemed like everything was happening at once.  Things are definitely going better now!  Well, at least I'm not so stressed out about them! *g*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to other blogs, I've now discovered e-mode!  I just took the friends test.  I was a little surprised by my answer, but maybe it's more on target than I first thought! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ok! You're, like Phoebe. Ok, so you may not have Phoebe's, well, special intuition or, um, musical talent. But, like everyone's favorite beautiful-blond-psychic-masseuse, you never lie and your friends are the most important thing in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an utterly free spirit like yours, some people see you as flaky. But creative, perceptive-as-heck, and eerily wise is more like it. You see the good in everyone, which could make your dating life a bit, well, uneven. But you always land on your feet with your humor, kindness, (and who-knows-what-from-beyond) as your guide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to surf some more! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6393765?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6393765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6393765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6393765' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6345890</id><published>2001-10-15T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T02:21:43.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't really been around that much this week, and I apologize to all of you wonderful writers who posted stories in the past few days. Of course, it has been so good to log on and find stories to read! Especially since I'm kinda feeling overwhelmed right now. I'm still worried about my sister, especially since she's started talking to him on the phone again. Add to that other life situations happening this week, and I'm just glad of the respite from reality found in fanfic!  &lt;br /&gt;Went to Dahlonegha yesterday.  I love it up there!  There's just something about the mountains, especially this time of year.  The leaves were beautiful where they're changing color!  To me, though, looking up at the mountains is peaceful.  I can't explain it, but things I generally worry about just seem to slip away.  I just wish that feeling would last after I get home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6345890?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6345890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6345890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6345890' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6285569</id><published>2001-10-12T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T07:07:47.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks y'all for your encouragement on the situation with my sister.  When it comes to her, I have a tendency to go into "Brian-mode," and I'm in it right now.  I know that if the situation were reversed, that she'd worry about me, but there's something about wanting to protect your younger siblings.  We're not really that far apart (16 months), but she's still my baby sister.  And if I see her ex anytime soon, he better run hide! *g*  Gotta run, it's time to leave for work again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6285569?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6285569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6285569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6285569' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6259093</id><published>2001-10-11T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T07:05:40.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't like being irritated as soon as I get up (before actually!), but that definitely happened this morning!  I don't know that irritated is really the right word, though.  See, my sister's room is right next to mine.  At four o'clock this morning, her ex-fiance called her, telling her that he's going to have a nervous breakdown if she doesn't take him back.  Thankfully, she refused, telling him that he better hope she never sees him again.  He has hurt her way too many times.  They were together for seven years, starting when she was only fourteen.  He has never been faithful to her, but she would never accept it.  Finally, she had no choice but to realize exactly what was going on.  She's had a really difficult time with this whole thing, and she has just now begun to move on.  She's gone back to school full-time, beginning a nursing program.  If she ever mentioned it when she was with him, he discouraged her, because he didn't want her to work.  I know home-making is best for some people, that's what I would want if I were married and had children (and could afford to do it *g*), but my sister has always been set on a career.  She would never be happy solely as a homemaker.  Now, she's living her life for herself and not him, just starting to recover.  AND HE CALLS HER!!!!!!!!!  If this sets her back into mourning, he better watch out!  I've got to hurry though, if I don't, I'm gonna be late for work!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6259093?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6259093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6259093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6259093' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6161529</id><published>2001-10-06T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-06T22:29:48.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited right now!  I finally got a new car!!!!  Well, not new exactly, but new to me.  And it does look exactly like a new one, because it has been so well taken care of.  I'm talking about never spending a night outside of a garage-taken care of.  It's a 1993 Buick Park Avenue, in perfect condition.  I am just SO excited!  LOL, of course, considering the car I've been driving, it's no wonder I'm happy!  I'm one of those people that once I get a car, especially once I become attached to it, I just hate to give it up.  My old car has been a great car, but it's an '88 with pretty close to 200,000 miles on it.  It has been dependable, but is getting to the point where too many things are going wrong with it for me to drive it too far.  Which is a problem.  My job is 29 miles from my house each way.  My church is 23 miles each way.  That means I drive approximately 450 miles a week. Most of this is on country highways, with little traffic.  Lots of deer, but not much traffic.  I keep a cell phone with me for emergencies, but I'm so glad to have a car that I can know won't break down when I'm off somewhere!  Of course, it's going to take me awhile to get used to driving it.  This is a BIG car.  It can hold six people.  4 doors, lots of room.  Which is really great, because I wanted one that I can fit something in if I need to.  My old car is TINY.  Bucket seats, no backseat to speak of.  LOL, I can actually turn it around in the street if I need to.  That will never happen with my new one!  It's going to be so nice to be able to have more than one other person in my car at a time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough rambling... Another survey, courtesy of Cyndi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite candy snack: anything chocolate.  If I had to choose, Plain M&amp;M's would be my absolute favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday: New Year's Day.  Because I always look back over the year and wonder what will happen in the new year.  It's a fresh chance, a completely blank slate.  It's also one of the few holidays I actually celebrate.    &lt;br /&gt;Words to live by: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning to dress up for Halloween? Why/why not? What are you going to be? No, because I don't celebrate Halloween.    &lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos? Where and what? No, none.  What?  Don't tell me you're surprised! *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6161529?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6161529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6161529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6161529' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6142336</id><published>2001-10-05T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-05T21:15:01.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, another survey's going around!  I may be a little late with this, but after all, today is another day! LOL!  This one started with Chris, I think.  Here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current occupation: Assistant city clerk.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any thing you collect (or have alot of): Trixie books, of course! I also collect anything with cats, and Gone with the Wind memorabilia&lt;br /&gt;Cotton or silky undies: cotton&lt;br /&gt;3 words or phrases that describe you as a FRIEND: good listener, dependable, loyal&lt;br /&gt;musical? what or how: I played clarinet in middle and high school.  I now lead singing in my church, and play the psaltery.&lt;br /&gt;Which side of the bed to you sleep on when you are standing at the foot?: Well, usually the middle.  Or whichever side my cat decides she doesn't want! *g*&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had or do you have a nickname: Does my sister calling me "doofus" count? LOL!  &lt;br /&gt;Piercings. . how many and where: No longer.  You can still see the holes in my ears, but they don't go all the way through anymore.  Not that I want them to... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6142336?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6142336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6142336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6142336' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6095476</id><published>2001-10-03T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-03T22:24:01.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've really been thinking today about how blessed I really am.  Sometimes we don't seem to realize how much we do have until we see someone worse off than we've ever been.  To see someone suffering because of choices they made, things they could have done differently, but realizing that it's only by God's grace and mercy that it's not us in that position.  I was talking to a woman tonight, a woman who recently made the decision to get off of drugs.  She's struggling, because the drugs destroyed everything in her life: her relationships, her home, her everything.  She's clean, but is now having to start rebuilding her life.  I felt so inadequate talking to her; having never been in that position, I don't know the words of encouragement she needs me to say.  We are all so guilty of saying that we would never do something, or that something could never happen to us, but we never know what could happen that would make us do that.  Who knows, maybe if my life had been different years ago, that could be me needing help.  Maybe it will be me needing help one day.  Maybe not that particular situation, but maybe one just as bad.  I'm so guilty, too, of taking what I do have for granted.  Not just material possessions, but family, friends, a great church, a great job, all of my friends in the Trixie community.  I want to make more of an effort to be grateful for everything with which I've been blessed.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6095476?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6095476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6095476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6095476' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6071412</id><published>2001-10-02T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-02T22:30:15.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just testing my mood... &lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I promise I really am not as odd as that comment makes me sound! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6071412?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6071412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6071412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6071412' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6071279</id><published>2001-10-02T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-02T22:23:57.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went much smoother than I expected.  I was actually able to finish stamping the bills (by hand, of course!) right before I had to leave work to rush to class.  Yes, it was a very long day!  Today went very well, especially since I was off!  I go back tomorrow and work the rest of the week, but I enjoyed having today off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6071279?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6071279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6071279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6071279' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6022535</id><published>2001-09-30T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-30T22:05:18.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I here blogging when I need to be studying, or better yet, sleeping?  I guess I'm just trying to put off what will be a very long day tomorrow!  Normally, my job is pretty calm, but tomorrow, water bills have to be sent out.  Usually printing them is no problem, but this month, our meter reader didn't start reading on time, so he still hadn't finished when I left work Friday.  Which means that not only do I have to print out the bills and stamp them, but I have to put in all the meter readings first!  Then, I'll have to go straight to class from work, so it's going to be a long day!  So, I'm trying to put it off as long as possible!  I don't think it's going to work, though...*g*.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Kathy J!  I'm so happy for you!&lt;br /&gt;Cathy, thanks for letting me know about the books you saw!  You have mail!&lt;br /&gt;OK, I really am going now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6022535?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6022535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6022535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6022535' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-6003026</id><published>2001-09-29T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-29T21:44:06.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ack!  My latest post disappeared!  I wonder where it went....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I FOUND  A TRIXIE TODAY!  Yes, I think that's something to shout about! LOL!  Most people don't seem to agree with me though, for some unknown reason. *g*  There's an antiques mall near me where I can sometimes find one or two, and I wasn't disappointed today!  It's a short/ugly Mysterious Visitor, in great condition!  I didn't particularly want to collect the short/uglies, but they're just about all I can find locally.  And of course, once a Trixie book is in my hot little hands, I can't resist buying it!  Doesn't really matter if I already have it, either!  And once I started finding this edition, and putting them together in my Trixie cabinet, I was hooked!  So, I'm not going to rest until I find all sixteen!  Today's find puts me at the halfway mark, so I'm getting there.  If only I could have found my favorites first, but no one seems to want to part with them!  LOL, I think Marshland was the first one I found!  Sorry, but Gaye was just too much for me, not to mention the infamous bracelet quote.  No, I'm not a Jim fan, but I was when I was growing up, so I guess my feelings for the book are clouded by the long-ago disappointment I felt the first time I read that line!  Funny though, Missing Heiress was never one of my favorites back then, but now that I'm obsessed with Regan, I love it!  After all, there's so much interaction between them in that one.  Hee hee, the very first time I knew that Trixie had been published in hardback, was when I spotted a short/ugly Missing Heiress on a neighbor's bookshelf.  Since she wasn't a Trixie fan, she eventually gave it to me.  Until that time, though, I had never seen anything other than the paperbacks, and most of the ones I had at the time were the squares.  LOL, I've spent more money on Trixie Belden books in the past two years than I ever did as a child!  Of course, that could be because I could get them for $1.95 back then!  If only I had had enough sense to get 35 and 39 then!   LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-6003026?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6003026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/6003026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#6003026' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5988370</id><published>2001-09-28T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-28T23:52:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many thanks to all of you who so kindly welcomed me to Blogdom!  You have all made me feel so welcome! I really appreciate the kind words and comments you've made!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day, and I'm tired, but I did have a good day.  I have a job that I love,  one that I can see turning into a career.  Of course, it's totally out of the field I'm training for (I'm majoring in Christian education), but right now they're training me to become the city clerk when the current one retires.  She's planning to retire within a year or two, so I really got the job at the perfect time.  Right now, I'm technically the assistant, but usually I'm there all by myself.  Which is really nice considering that until this year I had always worked in schools!  I mean I love working with children, but it's nice having a nice, quiet office!  Did I say quiet?  I actually had four people come in today to request water service!  No, I'm not joking!  That's actually a record!  Yes, I work in an extremely small town!  I love it though!  I must admit that it was hard getting used to a town with only one gas station and no stores other than a golf cart shop, but it's close enough to the county seat that I can go there on my lunch break.  Anyway, I'm rambling, so I'm going to go to bed in a few minutes.  After all, tomorrow is another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5988370?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5988370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5988370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5988370' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5964032</id><published>2001-09-27T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-27T21:12:20.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found a survey on &lt;a href=http://butidigress.blogspot.com&gt;Cyndi's blog&lt;/a&gt; that she found on Meagan's.  I've been keeping a blog for a few days, and finally decided that such a survey would be a good introductory post to make it public.  Now, don't expect words of wisdom or insight from me, but be prepared to expect anything.  Of course, those of you who have read my stories already know that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, on to the survey!&lt;br /&gt;Last time I cried- last week after a very long, exhausting day.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I laughed- this afternoon.  I work with someone who's constantly making me laugh.  That's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;Last fanfic I read- Eric's chapter 1.5 of the CWP&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was hugged- last night at church.&lt;br /&gt;Last time someone told me they loved me- last night at church.  Yes, it's a small church, and everyone there is as close to me as my own blood family.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I told someone I loved them- last night.  At church.  Big surprise! *g*&lt;br /&gt;Last time I danced- when I was sixteen and my boyfriend at the time taught me to slowdance.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I dreamed- night before last.  &lt;br /&gt;Last book I read- Gone with the Wind.  Care to guess where I got the title for my blog? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5964032?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5964032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5964032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5964032' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5896000</id><published>2001-09-24T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-24T23:26:08.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL, I know I said I was going surfing, then to bed, but can you stand a brief rant?  My dad just went to bed, finally!   I know that living at home has its trade-offs, but usually they're outweighed by the advantages.  I know I can't expect the privacy I'd have living alone, but, honestly, I'd like to be able to do something without someone asking me what I'm doing!  He walked by a few minutes ago, saying "Who are you talking to?"  I reply "I'm not talking to anyone, I'm posting on one of the boards."  He says, "what about?"  If he (and my sister's just as bad!) sees me on IM they want to know who I'm talking to, what we're talking about, and why!  The worst is when he tries to tell me what to say and what not to say.  I'm twenty-four years old, I'm old enough to be able to carry on a conversation!  Even if I do sound like a twelve-year old right now, LOL!  It's just that I don't expect to always know what they're doing and why.  I don't want to know!  &lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot of this frustration stems from the fact that I've never really been on my own.  I married two months after I graduated high school, and we lived with his mother, which is an entirely different rant!  Anyway, when we divorced, I wound up living at home again.  Even if I had been able to afford living on my own, my parents would never have allowed it.  I guess it's just the way they were raised, that women do not live alone if they have someone to live with.  Normally, I don't mind (much), it's just when I don't feel well, the little things seem much larger than they really are!  Oh well, I'll think about that tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5896000?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5896000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5896000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5896000' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5895679</id><published>2001-09-24T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-24T23:10:40.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I felt really guilty after posting that last post.  I know there are many people who have major health problems, people who are a great deal worse off than I am.  I know that I am really blessed, blessed more than I can ever fathom.  So I apologize for that whiny post!  Thankfully, the headache finally left me sometime during my last class, but I've got a feeling that it's settling in my chest.  I'm not complaining, though, of course, if it is settling in my chest, it's worse than the allergies I was hoping it was!  I usually do get sick about once a year.  Last year, it seemed to take forever for me to get over it, I hope that won't be the case this year!  Anyway, that usually doesn't happen until it really gets cold!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long before I go to bed, so I'm going surf for just a few minutes.  Talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5895679?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5895679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5895679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5895679' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5887660</id><published>2001-09-24T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-24T16:40:56.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a minor whine here, nothing major.  Thankfully, I'm off work today, because I woke up with a severe headache.  I've been fighting it all day, along with sneezing and other normal allergy symptoms.  Nothing unusual for this time of year! *g*  My whine is simply I don't want to go sit through four hours of classes in which I have to actually think!  Getting through the required reading with a headache took a major effort (YES, I PROCRASTINATE!), but four hours of lectures and discussions is not a pleasant prospect at the moment!  Ordinarily, it wouldn't bother me, but I'm feeling really overwhelmed in one of my classes anyway.  We're required to read (and since we have no decent library, that means buying them) six books, plus the required assignments, which include creating a filing system and case studies.  It's a Biblical counseling class, by the way.  I know I need it, but that's a lot of work considering I also have a job, church responsibilites, and another class.  Eschatology isn't that bad..., until I feel this bad!  &lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, it's either get moving and start getting my books together or fall asleep from the massive dose of tylenol I took!  More later..., maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5887660?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5887660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5887660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5887660' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5835963</id><published>2001-09-21T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-21T21:18:00.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, it's Friday night and I'm sitting in front of my computer!  Alors, c'est la vie!  :)&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through an old diary last night, one of the kind that had a quote for every page.  It was one I had kept in middle school, and I didn't realize my handwriting had ever been that bad!  Not that it's better now, but at least I gave up cross-writing!  I was actually looking for a particular quote and finally found it in a different diary!  But as I was looking in this one, I spotted the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four things I'd been better without:&lt;br /&gt;Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Parker is the one who actually said it, but can you think of anything more perfect for a sarcastic Trixie to say?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was reminded of the reasons I'm very grateful that windows was invented!  The program I use at work for the water system is a DOS program.  Which is fine, when it works!  It was having problems, so we had a programmer come in a few months ago to fix it.  Now, it works better in those areas, but we've got new problems.  In particular, it's refusing to automatically add the late charges to the water bills the way it's supposed to!  Therefore, since bills were due yesterday, I had to go through the list this morning and figure out exactly who hadn't paid yet.  Then I had to manually add a 10% late charge to each one!  LOL, I'm just thankful it's a small town!  If it wasn't, I'd still be figuring!  Thankfully, the council has approved the purchase of a new program: one that's based on Windows.  I can't wait!  Now, if we can only get the fax machine that was also approved, my life will be much easier! *g*  Technology is wonderful... when it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5835963?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5835963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5835963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5835963' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5812816</id><published>2001-09-20T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-20T19:20:53.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been some week, so far!  It's been good, it's just been one thing after another nonstop.  Between working every day, going to class on Monday night, prayer-meeting after work on Tuesday, and church last night, I'm tired.  I'm glad that I don't have to go anywhere tonight!  *g*&lt;br /&gt;The election went well Tuesday, I really don't know why I was so worried!  Turnout wasn't too great, which is to be expected when the only question on the ballot is whether or not to pass an extra one-cent sales tax.  In a town as small as the one I work in, with a low turnout, I had four extremely bored poll workers keeping me company all day!  It was fun, though!&lt;br /&gt;I did get some writing done today, I've actually finished a story!  It's probably going to be awhile before I post it, I have a special reason for wanting to hold it!  I still can't believe that this one story is turning into a universe, I had only planned one story.  But when I got to writing it, it just kept going and going!  I'm actually going to use some events I had planned for this story in later ones.  For one thing, it's going to work out much better that way than if I try to cram it all into one extremely long one.  Now, I'm hoping to get back to my regular universe, I've started that next story and Bobby's crying for his side of the story to be heard.  As annoying and persistent as he was as a six year old, imagine him as a thirteen year old!  Now place him in my regular universe, right after Helen's suicide atttempt.  Suffice it to say, he's not a very happy person right now!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going remind myself that these characters are fictitious, I'll be back later! *g*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5812816?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5812816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5812816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5812816' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5729107</id><published>2001-09-16T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-16T22:26:46.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have long to write tonight, I have to be up at six in the morning.  I love my job, I just don't like getting up that early! *g*&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of today at church, like I do every Sunday.  I'm still dwelling on the service we had tonight, it was one of the best we've had in a while.  After everything going on, there was a real need for prayer for everyone tonight.  Before he even started preaching, my pastor set out the Mercy seat (for explanations, &lt;a href=mailto:trixieregan@hotmail.com&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt;), and almost everyone sat in it to be prayed for after the preaching.  During this, we actually had TWO messages given in tongues with interpretations.  That doesn't happen very often, but it's so wonderful when it does!  &lt;br /&gt;Expect blogging from me about work this week, we've got an election Tuesday that I'm nervous about.  I'm not going to be working with it, but I'll be the only one working in the city hall (not counting election people).  I guess it's just because this is the first one held since I started working there, but I'll be glad when it's over! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going return some e-mails now, then I'm going to bed.  Tomorrow's going to be a long day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5729107?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5729107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5729107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5729107' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5706821</id><published>2001-09-15T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-15T15:20:29.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you believe that I'm actually finished tinkering with this layout?  For now, that is!  Anyway, now that I'm satisfied for the moment, I'm actually posting IN ENGLISH!  I hadn't realized just how much Latin and French I had forgotten until I started those silly testing posts.  It would have been so nice if I could have simply previewed the page without posting (after I changed the template, I mean), but, oh well.  It just means that I have several meaningless posts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels odd actually having a blog, actually posting my thoughts for others to read.  I'm not guaranteeing how often I'll post, or what I'll say when I do, but for various reasons, I really wanted an outlet right now.  Where I can let things out that I can't normally say out loud.  That said, don't expect trenchant words of wisdom or deep thoughts.  They may sneak in once in a while, but right now, I'm just need to get back into journaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did keep a paper journal for years when I was a teen-ager, although I got out of the habit due to various circumstances.  In a way, writing fan fiction has kinda eased that void, because it's a creative outlet, but I do miss having a non-fictional one.  So, I'm now a blogger! *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been long gotten back from attending the Southern Heartland Arts Festival.  I've gone every year (except one) since it started, about fifteen years ago.  I remember when it was small and located on the town square.  Now, it's much larger, with exhibitors not just from this immediate area, but some even come from other states.  The location moved several years ago to the Salem Campground, which, needless to say, allows it the room to expand.  I've always enjoyed it, especially now, because it seems like a symbol of normality in a world gone mad.  Anyway, I'm NOT going to start on that right now!  Usually, I've gone with my dad, which is the only one in my family who likes craft fairs.  Well, I don't know that he actually likes them, I think he goes just because I want to.  This year, though, he's out of town with my mom and sister, so I got to actually TAKE MY TIME walking around.  Don't misunderstand, I do enjoy going with him, or my mom or whoever, but it's nice not having anyone saying, "Come on!  You've seen everything!" or "Hurry up!  What's taking you so long?"  I like to take my time when I'm looking!  Usually, I see people there that I don't usually get to see anymore.  It's sort of a way to catch up with each other.  Today was no exception.  Of course, I had one such conversation that I'm not sure what to make of, but I guess time will tell if anything's going to come of it.  Not that I really want anything to come of it, but in a way I kinda do.  Of course, if it does, it could cause major problems for me, if I let anything happen.  I know that sounds odd, especially since I'm not posting the details, but if you want to know what happened, feel free to &lt;a href=mailto:trixieregan@hotmail.com&gt;e-mail me &lt;/a&gt;and I'll explain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that I was going to write so much when I started this entry, but I'll post again later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5706821?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5706821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5706821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5706821' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5706330</id><published>2001-09-15T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-15T14:40:56.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oui, c'est vrai.  Je n'ai pas de patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5706330?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5706330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5706330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5706330' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142944.post-5694664</id><published>2001-09-14T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-14T20:19:11.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maintenant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142944-5694664?l=trixieregan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5694664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142944/posts/default/5694664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trixieregan.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5694664' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279185606322003806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12987813847746922385'/></author></entry></feed>