<?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-6290609468803915613</id><updated>2012-01-24T03:27:15.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NysaK</title><subtitle type='html'>the average life of a slightly insane AF wife</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2379084082779486054</id><published>2008-09-15T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:54:09.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>workin'</title><content type='html'>EFX is up...for now..don't bet on it lasting&lt;br /&gt;go save what you can if you care to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go nap now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is a ill woman :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2379084082779486054?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2379084082779486054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2379084082779486054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2379084082779486054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2379084082779486054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/09/workin.html' title='workin&apos;'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8757486549775678903</id><published>2008-07-19T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:54:33.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more geekery</title><content type='html'>I have been busy making more geek jewelery, people on here seemed to like what I made before, tho I am still waiting to hear back from Miss Twisty if she got hers or not, Oh Twisty...did Joo get my package yet?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also was wearing a set of Cat5 stuff when I went into a local pc store and the owner expressed interest, after talking a bit he said to bring  some by, even if they don't sell it in the store his wife would like some(she wasn't even there but he knows her well it seems) so I promised to make a selection and bring some by the next time I was in town.&lt;br /&gt;BTW if any of you want some just let me know, send me some cash and a addy and I'll be happy to send some out to ya,I don't want much for my stuff, the supplies are ridiculously cheap, and I've got nothing but time with Styles in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Capacitor and black hearty thing on silver chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497364_6279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More teeny blue resistor earings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497365_6582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red LED's on silver twisted chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497366_6826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green LED and Green Capacitor on gold chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497367_7146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark PurplyBlue Capacitors, cross wing thing, silver shain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497369_7809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy Blue Capacitors, tan resistors, silver chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497370_8109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Capacitors, silver bally chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497371_8389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Capacitors, red "Rock" dangle, black cord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3497372_8679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made two more Cat5 bracelet/choker sets, one with big blue capacitors, one with small orange capacitors. Now I'm out of some much needed supplys, so I better show these off to Raptor PCS, see if they want to buy some, and then get more supplys and get busy(er).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8757486549775678903?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8757486549775678903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8757486549775678903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8757486549775678903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8757486549775678903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-geekery.html' title='more geekery'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3047490731406930383</id><published>2008-07-19T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:37:53.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Well EfX is back, but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave the place, the community over there is like no other, but it's not stable and I can't trust it to be around forever, not unless Keith steps back into the picture, or hands control over to folks with the desire and the time to run the place, I know several people who are willing and able to step up to the plate and make EFX a great blogging site again.&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I'll post at EFX, and I know most of my comments will be generated there, but I'll also back up post here(vox/blogger) if once bitten is twice shy I must be 10 times shy by now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3047490731406930383?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3047490731406930383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3047490731406930383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3047490731406930383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3047490731406930383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6305201716128035798</id><published>2008-07-18T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:31:40.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!! why was I not told about this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drhorrible.com/index.html"&gt;Dr Horrible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a superhero musical&lt;br /&gt;written by Joss Whedon!&lt;br /&gt;Staring Neil Patrick Haris?&lt;br /&gt;and Captain Mal&lt;br /&gt;and that girl from "The Guild"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch it, seriously go watch it before it's gone from the web and you have to buy it..right buy it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6305201716128035798?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6305201716128035798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6305201716128035798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6305201716128035798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6305201716128035798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='WHAT!!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7277608862801119147</id><published>2008-07-18T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:30:54.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh poo</title><content type='html'>I went for a long trail ride this AM with Hannah and 5 other barn members, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;But while we were saddling up I got bitten on the arm by my friends horse, I know he's nasty at times and I shouldn't have been so close to his face while he was being saddled, but also his owner knows his grouchy habits and she should have been paying better attention, now my upper arm is red and sore and looks quite buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get our hay shipment today, but 5Pm has come and gone and there is no hay to be seen in the barnyard, so instead of putting up hay tonight(in the cool of evening) we will be doing it tomorrow after 1PM sometime...bleh, too hot for me, but I'll have to make due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel that some relaxation, a movie and perhaps a nice drink are in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7277608862801119147?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7277608862801119147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7277608862801119147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7277608862801119147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7277608862801119147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-poo.html' title='oh poo'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6457518554084607610</id><published>2008-07-16T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:08:26.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>horsie news</title><content type='html'>A friend for back in Michigan has a pony she isn't using, I asked if I could have her jokingly...only Anna really does want Star pony to have a good home where she will be used. The best part being that Star has evented before, she has plenty of english showing experience, we are not going to find a pony of that caliber out here in western land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student wants her own horse but her family isn't in the position to buy one right now, neither can I let them take Nysa pony, after all I have to have a horse to show on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Pony is out of shape and needs a tune up, no problem, I''ll get her going before I turn her over to Hannah, problem is I'm only allowed three horses here on base so here is the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah takes Nysa pony to a stable down by her house, leaving me free to take in Star pony, get her in shape and get Hannah used to riding her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride Star at the next show in Fargo in Sept. giving Hannah part of her lessons on Star and Part of her lessons on Nysa.&lt;br /&gt;Once Star is in shape, and Hannah is confident riding her we swap the ponies back, then I've got my pony, Hannah has "her" pony, and life is good.&lt;br /&gt;However I'm aware that things might not work out, but I decided as long as I have a pony to ride, I'm good. If Hannah and Star aren't a match I'll just keep Star, they will kepp Nysa until Hannah out grows her, and both of us will keep riding and showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with this plan is Star pony is in the eatern UP, and also the requirements for bringing a horse on base have to be met before we can go get her, and actually Anna is going to meet me part way with Star but we can't set up a meeting until Star has all her vet stuff..but the vet stuff is only good for a short amount of time(a month) so after Anna gets Star all vetted we have to set up the meeting, set up the base stuff, and bring her here.&lt;br /&gt;This is one annoying, confusing process...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6457518554084607610?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6457518554084607610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6457518554084607610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6457518554084607610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6457518554084607610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/horsie-news.html' title='horsie news'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2329166051774995078</id><published>2008-07-09T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:26:16.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vox</title><content type='html'>I won't be using this blog much, I post at Vox and if it's not down(which is a BIG if) I post at efx2.&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll around....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2329166051774995078?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2329166051774995078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2329166051774995078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2329166051774995078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2329166051774995078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/vox.html' title='Vox'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4592157682646319037</id><published>2008-07-06T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:25:15.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fencing</title><content type='html'>Well I figured I could post some pictures of the fencing project that the barn has undertaken, it's only getting done because a few of us &lt;i&gt;sane&lt;/i&gt; members don't like the idea of our horses getting limbs ripped off by barbed wire but that's another tale.&lt;br /&gt;First off we have me, cookin' Wranglers Breakfast, out set start time was 1PM and I hate working hard on a empty tummy, so April and I got together and made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3359119_1026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3359120_1312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those that wonder Wranglers Breakfast is bacon and potatoes fried together, with special seasonings, also scrambled eggs(again with secret seasonings) and then a grilled(toasted) Peanut Butter and Jelly sammich, I made this breakfast at least once a week for two summers. No I won't give anybody the recipe, I honestly can't tell you the exact ammounts of the things I use, you have to be taught.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures from that days work(too busy working) we spent over 6 hours doing tear down, tree/branch removal and re-stringing wire, thankfully we were split into several teams so I wasn't forced to work with anybody that hates me, one member and myself had worked on removing old wire on the day previous so we just picked up where we left off, I think we got about half way around with removal. The team on New Wire Install got about a quarter of the way with at least one strand.&lt;br /&gt;The barn manager failed to get us a dumpster for the old fence debree so the wire we removed just ended up in my truck bed, the next day we had to drive my truck over to the recycleing center and remove it all by hand, here's how full my truck was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3359122_1930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total myself and one other member have done over 11 hours of fence removal, two other members have done 8, and the rest of the barn have done 6ish. If they expect me to drop everything and join in the next work weekend they have another thing coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4592157682646319037?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4592157682646319037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4592157682646319037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4592157682646319037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4592157682646319037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/fencing.html' title='fencing'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8950606593099810026</id><published>2008-07-05T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:23:13.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>Grill out and eat to bloat-ation? &lt;i&gt;Check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink and get a bit silly? &lt;i&gt;Check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use explosives in inebriated state? &lt;i&gt;Check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 4th of JULY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v275/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3359058_2035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8950606593099810026?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8950606593099810026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8950606593099810026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8950606593099810026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8950606593099810026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7716489547864680071</id><published>2008-07-02T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:22:18.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the day</title><content type='html'>Well my day started good, the it went to hell and not in a hand basket, it was a ass raping slide down a chute of broken glass ending with a bowl of hot magma.&lt;br /&gt;For starters I went for a horse ride with a barn friend, Pam is rather new here and she wanted to do some exploring, we wanted to see how far we can get on this base(we can't just ride out the gate after all) we managed a good ride, about 2 1/2 hours, mostly walking, some trotting, we now have a long new trail to use, the only down side it was about 55(f) out and I only wore a t-shirt and hoodie, plus the wind was whipping so I was quite chilled by the time I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;I got back home, changed into some fuzzy, warm, comfy pants and settled onto the couch with the Crappy Lappy to email back and forth with my love until he got "home" from work, between the lappy and the blanket I got warmed up, but then I wanted to check some of my usual web site haunts, I moved to my Com-Pooper only to discover my bookmarks missing, fecking feck..the BSOD last night must have wiped them, *girrr* Well love got back from work and once he was online we got my bookmarks restored(thank gawd for scheduled backups and a server) I even managed to get the bookmarks from the Pooper transfered to the Crappy Lappy, sadly I had to leave Love before I wanted to, I had made plans with Pam and April to do more work on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember if we said we would meet at 2Pm or 3PM so I went at 2, waited for a bit, figured it was a 3PM start so I got busy on my stalls, finished my stalls...waited...at 315 I gave up, they never showed, I didn't want to be there anyway so I didn't call them to remind them but hell, they could have called me and canceled...*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;I came home yet again, changed into comfy clothes and came down stairs..to discover the cat peeing in the pile of clean barn laundry!! RAZUMFRAZUM! it only got on two things so I was able to separate out it but hell...&lt;br /&gt;Now to add insult to injury, I'm locked out of my Gmail...they think I'm a spammer or some such shit...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drink now, I think drinking is warranted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7716489547864680071?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7716489547864680071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7716489547864680071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7716489547864680071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7716489547864680071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/day.html' title='the day'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4099427642849191935</id><published>2008-07-02T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:21:00.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the tale of Despereau</title><content type='html'>&lt;form enclosure="asset" xid="6a00fad689afe9000500fae8c8517c000b" format="auto" align="center" class="enclosure enclosure-center enclosure-auto embed-enclosure enclosure-hover" contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;div class="enclosure-inner" style="width: 425px;"&gt;     &lt;div class="enclosure-list"&gt;         &lt;div class="enclosure-item embed-asset last"&gt;                  &lt;div class="enclosure-embed"&gt;                          &lt;div class="enclosure-embed-source" style="width: 425px; height: 344px;"&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH9pBu3myaw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH9pBu3myaw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div class="enclosure-meta"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div class="enclosure-image-actions"&gt;&lt;a class="command-edit-enclosure-format" href="javascript:void%200;" onclick="return false;" title="Format"&gt;&lt;img src="http://aka-static.vox.com/.shared:v42.16:vox:en_us/images/icons/enclosure-format.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="command-delete-enclosure" href="javascript:void%200;" onclick="return false;" title="Remove"&gt;&lt;img src="http://aka-static.vox.com/.shared:v42.16:vox:en_us/images/icons/enclosure-remove.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4099427642849191935?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4099427642849191935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4099427642849191935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4099427642849191935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4099427642849191935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/tale-of-despereau.html' title='the tale of Despereau'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8866300359422453193</id><published>2008-07-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:19:18.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie(s)!</title><content type='html'>I saw Wall-E today!! *bounces* it was great, I love Pixars works and this movie was no exception. Good animation, good story line, endearing characters, the whole enchilada. Oh and the short before it(and what Pixar is complete without a short) was awesome, sometimes I think I like the shorts better than the movies.&lt;br /&gt;I had heard things about the message this movie puts across, that overweight people have taken offense to it for the way the humans race is depicted, lazy, fat, constantly chatting[as in online chatting] never lifting a finger if they can help it, and I have to say I agree with the film makers vision, we are a society prone to slothfulness, we consistently take the &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt; way out of things. Sure some cultures value work more than others, sure some societies are more motivated than others but on a whole..our race is growing heavier, lazier and just plain more lax....at least that's what I see.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts of going to see a movie in the theater(for me) is watching the trailers for upcoming movies, I don't watch much tv and I don't follow entertainment news so that's how I find what;s coming next. There were two great trailers, problem is I can't for the life of me remember what they were named, I know the plot(and even some of the voice actors names) but I can't remember the movie names, do you know how HARD it is to search for info on movies you don't know the names to? *girr*&lt;br /&gt;One move was about a mouse, and he's not normal I.E. he won't cower, isn't afraid of cats or knives and insists on talking to humans, it's based on a children's book apparently..I've never heard of it because A. I have no children and B. I was a child so long ago current children's fiction for me was Skuffy The Tug Boat, I think the name was like Despero? or Percival? Or..something fancy.&lt;br /&gt;The other movie was about a dog(voiced by..John Travolta), he's a actor in a T.V. show with a girl(voiced by Mylee Cyrus) in the plot of the show the girl gets kidnapped, the dog takes it seriously and sets off to "rescue" her, problem is he's just an actor..only he doesn't know it, reality slaps him in the face(and elsewhere too) as soon as he's off the studio lot. I swear it was called Blaze but danged if I can find it...&lt;br /&gt;Although fair warning, one of the trailers before it(at least for me) was for a movie that will make you dumb, I felt my brain shrink just by being in the theater while the trailer was playing.&lt;br /&gt;If anybody has seen Wall-E and can remember either of the movies I'm wracking my brain for the names to, please enlighten me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;All Hail Dante! (from EFX) the Mouse movie is Despereaux! and the Dog flick is called Bolt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8866300359422453193?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8866300359422453193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8866300359422453193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8866300359422453193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8866300359422453193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies.html' title='movie(s)!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8812848130614167820</id><published>2008-06-29T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:18:15.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sit and stare at the drink before me, as I contemplate the ice I hear my name, calling me back to the present, it is spoken so gently, echoes of things yet unsaid are in that one word.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at him, I am here with him, a friend, yet I know him not.&lt;br /&gt;We talk of everything and nothing, the sounds of the room around us fade, just mutterings in the distance, like a far off highway. We share our thoughts, our hearts, our souls.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seek a quieter corner, to unwind and pass the time, I look at him with wonder, he looks at me with longing. I sense what is coming and am unsure but filled with anticipation.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves me for a time, I rest, I find amusement in the colors and sounds of the others around me, I stand relaxed against the wall, just waiting, enjoying.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then he is before me, his left hand on the wall beside my head, his right hand reaching for me, I give one small twitch of hesitation and then give in, I allow the touch.&lt;br /&gt;His right hand roams my side, from ribs to thigh he explores, his touch is knowing.&lt;br /&gt;The left hand stays on the wall, keeping me sheltered from the others, keeping me all to himself. His head leans near, I am lost in his eyes for a moment then closer still he is, a few words whispered, a kiss, soft as falling snow on my neck, he pulls back and I see everything I knew I would in those eyes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flips, the room flips, I am filled with longing for this man before me, I press him to the wall, using none of the restraint he showed. My hands in his hair, my body pressed close to his, I feel his excitement. My kisses enough to steal the breath from his lungs, the life from his soul, I don’t think he minds. We breath, we kiss, we forget ourselves, we forget the world, there is only us in this moment.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share a night, we share so much more, we are one and yet we are two.&lt;br /&gt;We wait with longing for our chance and we ache with knowing it is there for us, tomorrow, yesterday and forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8812848130614167820?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8812848130614167820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8812848130614167820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8812848130614167820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8812848130614167820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-night.html' title='One Night'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-339625741325366857</id><published>2008-06-28T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:17:18.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fence *edit*</title><content type='html'>So the nasty barbed wire fence is finally getting taken down, today we have a mandatory work day, everyone is supposed to show up at the barn at 8AM. Great...spending the day working beside people who don't like me and didn't think the fence needed replacing anyway *sigh* I'm in for some [i]fun[/i]&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't at the planning meeting, and thank goodness, there were things said about&lt;br /&gt;"you guys wanted this done and you better show up and work for it"&lt;br /&gt;also something like&lt;br /&gt;"there is no stopping time, we work until it's completed, if you wanted a Saturday free you shouldn't have asked for a new fence"&lt;br /&gt;WTF, do these morons not realize that given the chance the fence would have been done last fall [i]without[/i] their help? that we(my sane friends and I) would have done all of it alone and not whined a bit? even this year, if we had the permission we would have spent days removing the old fence, so the only task left for a work day was installing the new? they are crazy, insane I tell you, when a simple question about the strength of corner posts(are they strong enough to handle new tight wire) brings on a barrage of bitching and accusatory statements people have problems.&lt;br /&gt;If I survive today without screaming or crying(or both) it'll be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, it's to "nasty" today, temps only reaching 70 and with some rain this AM, so we are doing it tomorrow, with sun and a high temp of 80...*smacks hand on forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-339625741325366857?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/339625741325366857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=339625741325366857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/339625741325366857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/339625741325366857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/fence-edit.html' title='fence *edit*'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7824673188941891017</id><published>2008-06-25T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:16:17.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>Well that's it, today at 7AM CST the Slave left the Midwest for the greener(browner) pastures of LasVegas&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun trip down to the cities and a BLAST shopping at the MOA, I had brought along my camera and she took quite a few video clips of the trip and random zany behavior, I followed suit and took a few clips on my drive home, once I get them on my computer I'll have to high-jack Style's youtube account and make a Vlog out of them.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else, I'm alone, I'm tired and I get to spend tomorrow with my farrier :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7824673188941891017?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7824673188941891017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7824673188941891017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7824673188941891017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7824673188941891017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4533377547673980025</id><published>2008-06-23T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:15:18.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote O the Day</title><content type='html'>Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants - use it to get into their heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4533377547673980025?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4533377547673980025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4533377547673980025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4533377547673980025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4533377547673980025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote-o-day.html' title='quote O the Day'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4992094737828088775</id><published>2008-06-22T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:14:14.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two days</title><content type='html'>two days, that's all that's left of Slaves time here, the month went fast. We didn't do everything I wanted to do together, we never spent a night at the Rocking R, and we didn't go tubing on the river..and she didn't help me get Chance riding, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Even she is surprised at how the time had flown, she keeps saying "no, I've only been here a week" lol, I've told her she is more than welcome back anytime she wants, maybe next summer we can do this all again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4992094737828088775?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4992094737828088775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4992094737828088775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4992094737828088775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4992094737828088775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-days.html' title='two days'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7417817841119751126</id><published>2008-06-18T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:11:48.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>full show report</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;So details on my show experience…where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fair warning this is going to be a loooong post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sunday, I wanted to be at the barn by 1Pm at the latest, but I also wanted to get my web cam set up on the laptop, I had plans to see my Styles and the cam was necessary, he was online by 12:30 but things got difficult so I wasn’t out of the house until almost 2PM, the show wasn’t until Monday but I wanted to have the pony washed, braided, wrapped and the trailer packed by 4PMish, needless to say that didn’t happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We started loading the Pony at maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5:30-6PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;, she turned into a dork, she loads beautifully, alone or with one of her brothers, not today! She was in once but Jess didn’t get the trailer door shut so she flew out backwards, I banged my hand on something resulting in a sliced open middle finger, a very purple ring finger and a blood blister on the tip of my pinky, not phased I wrapped my cut up and loaded the Pony up. Driving to Fargo was uneventful, but we arrived at the show grounds to the biggest clusterFrick known to man, trucks and trailers everywhere, no parking attendants, no stable hands, no body to tell me what barn I was even in, I parked in a clear area and walked to the barns, finding I was in the last one, so I moved the truck closer and began unloading, only to discover I had no tack stall, I signed up for a tack stall, there were no empty stalls next to mine, whatever*grumble* I snagged a open stall on the other side of the barn. Then there were random shouts of “blue truck, blue truck, you need to move” I said yep gimme a sec, tossed Nysa hay bag at the Slave and went to move my truck, I pulled around the corner to discover another trailer in my way *sigh* I went around the block as it were and found another place to park that was relatively close to the barn and went to finish up my un-packng, three seconds later I was approached by a short, angry woman yelling that “you and I need to come to an understanding or next time you’ll be parking across the highway and you can show from there, I am the barn manager, I’m in charge of parking and when I say move you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;MOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;! I asked you to move and you told me to wait and then on your way by you shunned me! Now you are parked on the cattle side of the road, that side is for livestock, you can’t park there, I’m the parking manager and we need to come to an understanding or you can park across the highway and try to show from there (yes she said those words twice) I told her I hadn’t spoken to a single person sense arriving and no one had spoken to me either and how should I know what was right and what was wrong? She acted like it was just common knowledge, I said I was done unloading and needed a place to park for the night she said “what about right there, that’s fine” *gesturing wildly at the end of the barn area* fine, I’ll park “there” *gestures vaguely* &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After that(and a bit of crying) we got to the motel, I went to check in only to find that somehow my request for a pet wasn’t met, she looked at me and said “yes we allow pets, but only in smoking rooms” I said that was fine, she says “we have no smoking rooms available” (more tears on my part) we got things sorted, but I didn’t have internet and I never got supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Monday, a new day, a chance to make things better, my fingers were sore but I still felt hopeful. After feeding the pony, feeding Slave and I, then checking on our ride times I felt ready to face the show day, and did we ever face it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 1, Prix Caprilli(dressage with ground poles) we took 1st, our score was 69.2%, we got marks of sixes, sevens , and one 8! Go pony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 2, Training level Test 1, we took 1st, our score was 60.8% with marks of fives, sixes and sevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 3, Training Level Test 2, we took 1st, our score was 68.5%, with marks of all sixes and sevens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Based on our good Prix Caprill score we got intro dressage champion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 4, Hunter EQ(judged on my riding) I got a 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, my two point(aka jumping position{moon the judge}) was crappy :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 5, Hunter under saddle (judged on Pony’s way of going) she took 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, we could have done better but I got a wrong lead, oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 6, EQ over fences, I got 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;, I also crunched my finger on a bad landing, but I must have impressed the judge with my riding?? I was surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 7, Hunter over fences, she got 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, I was amazed at that, she’s not really a hunter, more of a jumper but the judge liked us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;After all that we put the pony away and went to the hospital, a few x-rays later it was confirmed I had a broken pinky, so I got drugged and we went to dinner, nothing was going to keep us from some Famous Dave’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tuesday, I had slept good due to the drugs, they made the world go all yellow and groovy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hannah and her mom(and Grandma and cousin Tori too) had shown up while I was getting Slave from the motel, they were impressed with my ribbon haul and shocked to see my finger, I assured them I wasn’t upset about it and not in pain. We got Hannah up and going and I coached her on her show day, the results being…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 1, Prix Caprilli, they got 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, with a score of about 66%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 2, Into Dressage Test A, they got 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, with a score of about 65%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 3, Intro Dressage Test B, no ribbon, but a score of about 62%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Last show her dressage scores were in the 52-55% range so she’s made some marked improvements! Also the winning score in test B was over 70% time for that competitor to move onto a higher level I’m thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 4, Hunter EQ walk/trot, no ribbon, Hanna has very weak legs and they called for two point in walk and in trot (the judge on my day didn’t) but she tried and wasn’t upset with not winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Class 5, Hunter Under Saddle Walk/Trot, Nysa took 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;, I was honestly more impressed with that third than her second in Prix Caprilli, Prix had only 4 riders, the HUS class had like 10, she beat out 7 people (horses) for her 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;All in all a successful show for both of us, the success of it being attributed to my injury by the Slave, she’s offered to injure something else for me next show season. Sadly I have no pics to post yet, Lunar took a ton but she won’t share (I’m an artist! I must process them) and my camera never left it’s bag…once I get my mitts on some you can bet I’m making a HUGE show pics post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Now I’m going to relax, drugs have been taken and the world is getting all happy, the world loves me, I love the world, I wish I could visit it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7417817841119751126?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7417817841119751126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7417817841119751126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7417817841119751126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7417817841119751126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/full-show-report.html' title='full show report'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6371441404870297915</id><published>2008-06-18T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:09:24.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the G, the B and the U</title><content type='html'>the good.&lt;br /&gt;7 classes for me, 7 ribbons won:)&lt;br /&gt;5 classes for Hannah, 3 ribbons won:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Bad&lt;br /&gt;scrapped finger&lt;br /&gt;cut finger&lt;br /&gt;broken finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ugly&lt;br /&gt;a parking natzi making me cry&lt;br /&gt;a motel that almost didn't have a room&lt;br /&gt;and show ring snobs that hate being beaten by a PONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write a real update later, for now I'm going to read and relax in the pool :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6371441404870297915?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6371441404870297915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6371441404870297915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6371441404870297915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6371441404870297915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/g-b-and-u.html' title='the G, the B and the U'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-616358262052503</id><published>2008-06-15T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:08:20.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my right hand is fucked...&lt;br /&gt;i was yelled at...&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't have a motel room for the night&lt;br /&gt;I don't have inroom wireless so my plans for talking to Styles are fucked...&lt;br /&gt;I am in no shape to compete tomorrow but that's exactly what I have to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want to be held and cuddled, kissed, soothed and loved and that's not going to happen anytime soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-616358262052503?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/616358262052503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=616358262052503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/616358262052503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/616358262052503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1565860086645882740</id><published>2008-06-14T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:07:00.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>geek? did someone say Geekery?</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful day in town the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I got two new shirts, that made me all YAYA! and happy like. I got this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161895_6217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYA! DeathKlok!!! I learned today...- from the man in line behind me at the store that was very chatty and flirty..and why must men chat me up while I'm buying food?..anyway.. He told me that Deathklok is comings to the Twin cities sometimes soon..I think I must go!&lt;br /&gt; I also got this shirt, it';s not as joy producing as the first one, but it was on sale Yaya for sale!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161897_6513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next purchase of delight was some supplies for makings jewelery of geekery, I saw these  &lt;a href="http://www.zestuff.com/otherapparel/jewelry/"&gt;http://www.zestuff.com/otherapparel/jewelry/&lt;/a&gt;cool bits of geek goodness on-line the other day, found for me by Styles, cause I wanted something like that and he fetched like a good man should, where was I? oh right, saw those and went "right then, I can make that" and preceded to do just so :) theses are my first attempts and I must say I'm rather proud of them, the choker and bracelet combos don't have clasps yet, I know what I need but I forgot to get them in town, next trip.&lt;br /&gt;cat5 and capacitor choker/bracelet set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161803_620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat5 and circuit board :button: choker/bracelet set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161804_905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purty blue metallic capacitor earings and necklace set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161805_1193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute teeny blue resistor earings *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161810_2761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly some tiny circuit board bits that are going to become earings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3161811_3061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to go with the usb stick guts amulet I made, it's cool, but I forgot to take a pic of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah that's about it, I have packing and pony bathing and braiding and traveling to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and then showing to do Monday&lt;br /&gt;and then coaching to do Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I left free to pass out..or die from exhaustion, either one works for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1565860086645882740?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1565860086645882740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1565860086645882740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1565860086645882740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1565860086645882740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/geek-did-someone-say-geekery.html' title='geek? did someone say Geekery?'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2369927237147558168</id><published>2008-06-11T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:05:55.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wezday observations</title><content type='html'>Just when you think you are as soaked as you can get it gets even wetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people we "know" are often less friends to us, than the people we don't "know", while people we haven't even met are often the best friends a person could ask for, a friend made my afternoon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that someone who I know has been much more *ahem* &lt;i&gt;naughty&lt;/i&gt; than I have is unschooled in a certain area that I'm rather practiced in, I was quite suprised by this, little church girl me, the good girl who hasn't...um...well lets just say it comes down to a matter of bravery, if you have encouragement from someone, if they are supportive, make you feel good enough about yourself, you'll attempt some things...somebody was very supportive of me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit randy and distracted...it's been a  while ok? leave me alone *blows raspberries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish you could trade the life you have for the life you could have lived? I'm not dis-satisfied with my life,I love my life, I have my love, I have my family and my pets, but once in a blue moon I wonder where I'd be if things were different, what roads I'd have traveled, the people I'd have spent time with...just something to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slave is the most uncultured kid, she hasn't seen half the movies she should have by this time in her life. *shakes slave, forces her to watch movies* tonight it's Moulin Rouge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2369927237147558168?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2369927237147558168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2369927237147558168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2369927237147558168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2369927237147558168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/wezday-observations.html' title='Wezday observations'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-667691588514211706</id><published>2008-06-10T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:04:34.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>Yes barn work, we do a LOT of barn work, most of it I don't have pictures of but this I do, I am re-painting Chance's stall, Jess decided it needed a bit of pizazz, so a green board is being added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3128275_8849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started it, Jess isn't so good with details and I wanted the line between the stalls nice and even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3128277_9398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jess finished it, quite nicely too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3128278_9677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I set her to work removing nails from some boards, theses boards are going to be the outside of a roll top jump, I've got the sides partly cut out, but they are on hold until the next nasty day, for now we are doing outside work on the nice days we get.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of nasty, we have been getting soaked, it's rained and rained and RAINED! my yard is all squishy..*pulls face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-667691588514211706?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/667691588514211706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=667691588514211706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/667691588514211706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/667691588514211706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6999040209738900107</id><published>2008-06-06T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:17:48.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snacking</title><content type='html'>a recent exchange between the slave and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From down in the basement I hear the sounds of dishes and fridge I ask&lt;br /&gt;me:what ya getting into?&lt;br /&gt;slave:a snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to go up there myself and get into a snack as well.&lt;br /&gt;upon entering the kitchen I hear the nuker beep&lt;br /&gt;Me:what ya heating up?&lt;br /&gt;Slave: it's not MeinLo if that's what you think..*shifty look*&lt;br /&gt;Slave sidles out of the room concealing her ill gotten gains behind her body, but I caught her in the act ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3094198_4240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's blurry, she was moving about and I was being sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my snack, I have good snack, a icecream sammich to start, then this tasty assortment, but what are they? Humm..?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3094197_3924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6999040209738900107?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6999040209738900107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6999040209738900107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6999040209738900107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6999040209738900107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/snacking.html' title='snacking'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1133117343060642475</id><published>2008-06-04T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:16:48.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the stench</title><content type='html'>I smell of vetrolin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell of horse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell of clean hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell of cheesy crackers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell of shrimp crisps and other Asian things I cannot pronounce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;SMELLL&lt;/i&gt; of Vetrolin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1133117343060642475?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1133117343060642475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1133117343060642475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1133117343060642475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1133117343060642475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/stench.html' title='the stench'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8866642775812054736</id><published>2008-06-04T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:15:43.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>carnage!</title><content type='html'>The Slave and I panted again today, it was reddishbrowny paint, looked like we had murdered somebody MwHaHA! *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;she took pics, I hope to god she doesn't post any...*rethinks wiseness of giving her a blog* but then again I took pics of her, her oh so &lt;i&gt;graceful&lt;/i&gt; topple over upon trying to stand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sleep patterns keep getting us out of whack, she sleeps well and I sleep badly, or I sleep great and she's been up half the night, she's tired in the mornings when I have barn work planed, I'm tired at night when we get home from feeding the horses dinner and she's ready to run around the pasture still...we both need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not raining out, and it's been not raining sense before lunch, this means I must go mow the yard, or the yard natzi will come for my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8866642775812054736?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8866642775812054736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8866642775812054736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8866642775812054736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8866642775812054736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/carnage.html' title='carnage!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3448236304171031989</id><published>2008-06-03T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:14:50.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer?</title><content type='html'>Is it summer? I think it's supposed to be summer, seems nobody told the weather angels that. It's about 50(10c) outside right now and the hight for the day is only forecasted to be in the 60's, on top of this it's damp, not real rain right now but a narsty drizzly dampness, bleck...I want summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the barn front I've been busy doing some sprucing up around the place, the flower seeds that were planted a while ago are growing nicely, I haven't seen any sign of the corn stalks tho. I re-painted my ground poles and one set of jump standards, the other set needs help..lots of help, I may turn those over to Hannah's dad, he likes to do wood working. The other night I made two brush box jumps out of some old palates, they turned out surprisingly good, now they just need paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still keeping Nysa pony in shape for our summer shows, the next one being the RRV Fair show on June 16th-17th, I'll be showing Nysa on the first day and Hannah will be showing her the second, the club is quite accommodating of us sharing Nysa but we decided it would be much easier on all involved to have only one of us using her each day. I'd like to show Chance as well, but seeing as I have yet to ride him I doubt that will happen...&lt;br /&gt;Although the slave(Lunar for those that know) did lunge him last night and he was a doll, then I got on the mounting block and laid across his back and he didn't car a bit, perhaps this week I'll actually sit on him for the first time in over two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep that's life, me and Lunar doing barn stuff, me spending a few hours a day talking to Styles online, making plans for showing and some fun horse things too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a very quiet life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3448236304171031989?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3448236304171031989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3448236304171031989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3448236304171031989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3448236304171031989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='summer?'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3102898712067243514</id><published>2008-05-31T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:12:18.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thongs!</title><content type='html'>So miss pd asked us to post a blog about our one essential item, something our wardrobe would not be complete without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that is the thong...no not that kind, I'm talking sandals, toe crotch invaders, or the kinder sort that leave your toes in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I have to have them, they sure don't get worn for many months around here but I make the most of it, between mid May and Late August(into Sept) I hardly ever have shoes on my feet. &lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever have real clothes on my body either but that's another matter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3047466_3186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes there are more pics from this set...no ya'll can't see them :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3102898712067243514?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3102898712067243514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3102898712067243514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3102898712067243514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3102898712067243514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/thongs.html' title='thongs!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-5012969053330850070</id><published>2008-05-29T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:10:39.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>evil</title><content type='html'>riding without stirrups is evil, evlievilevil! but necessary :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news I got my pool set up for the summer, be ready for some swimming pics. I also got two new bikinis yesterday, one is yellow and kinda MeeYow and will probably be used for laying about and not much else, the other is blue, an amazing bluey blue and covers me well, it will be used a LOT I have a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings me to something else, Miss pd asked us to make a post about must haves in our wardrobe, I realized yesterday just what that is for me, I'll put that post up later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5012969053330850070?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5012969053330850070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5012969053330850070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5012969053330850070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5012969053330850070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/evil.html' title='evil'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8750918991461957610</id><published>2008-05-27T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:09:34.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics!</title><content type='html'>check it out! it's me and the pony out on the CC course, these were the scary spools, she was way to the left so rather than fuss with her I circled and came at it clean, she jumped it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3012900_1422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and those tires in the background, yeah we jumped those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stadium jumping, she had never seen a panel jump before and I wasn't prepared so we had a runout(dodge to the left) but I reset and came back at it, we finished our round clean after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3012901_1748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks as soon as I get the pics from Kris I'll be posting more :D I'm to proud of a "mom" not to show them to ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8750918991461957610?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8750918991461957610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8750918991461957610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8750918991461957610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8750918991461957610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-pics.html' title='more pics!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-5154283186185600820</id><published>2008-05-26T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:08:10.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness...and we-laaa too</title><content type='html'>So the slave is here for the summer, we already spent a few hours at the barn doing chores, but it was Styles day off so the majority of the day was spent at the house being slugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are watching Romeo+Juliet, the new one, Jess has never seen it! and quite a few other good movies too, I shall be fixing that :)&lt;br /&gt;but the movie has me all randy(them are some good kissing scenes) and then the end has me all sad...I wish Styles was online now..or perhaps another good friend, I can think of a few I'd love to talk to about now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the real summer begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5154283186185600820?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5154283186185600820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5154283186185600820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5154283186185600820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5154283186185600820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/sadnessand-we-laaa-too.html' title='sadness...and we-laaa too'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2344414460963451040</id><published>2008-05-26T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:05:17.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show:repost</title><content type='html'>Oh there is so much I could say, but I think only Miss pd would know what I was taking about, so rather than prattle on about exactly what occurred I'll just post some pics with small captions.&lt;br /&gt;The pony and I getting ready to do dressage, I rode one test before Hannah to get Nysa ready, Nysa was still a dork but it was better than just throwing Hannah up there. I got 4th but I had asked to show Con Corse so I'm not sure why I got placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003787_1768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's first test, pony was very "up" and pulling like a freight train but Hannah handled it like a pro. She took 6th(out of 6 but it was a ribbon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003791_2921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's second test, they did much better, pony was calmer and Hannah planed ahead. She took 5th(out of 6, she beat somebody!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003794_3696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nysa and I in the Starting box, ready to go, she was watching the horse in front of us. Like our wild colors? eventers are the only english riders that get to wear fun colors so we make the most of it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003795_3943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Jump, the first two being logs, hey cut me some slack we were doing starter and Nysa had never seen a CC fence before in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003799_5061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the foreground is jump 4, Nysa and I are the speck in between the stair jump and the spools / X jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003805_6843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done, what a brave and bold girl, I'm so proud of that ride! FYI I was just riding it for practice, not to be scored, however I was only about 15 seconds over optimum time and I had omitted one jump(incurring a time penalty) so I would have done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003809_7957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an pics of my two dressage rides, I took 3rd in both, the judge made some comments about Nysa not being ready for that level(training 1 and 2 pd, thanks for asking) but I know it was just the show day and new environment getting to her.&lt;br /&gt;I also have no pics of us doing Stadium jumping, perhaps Kris has some on her camera.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly getting the pony un-done for the ride home, that is Hannah plying the wet sponge, her mom Kris had undone the braids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v283/223/39/786410230/n786410230_3003810_8220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a very success full day for all of us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2344414460963451040?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2344414460963451040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2344414460963451040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2344414460963451040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2344414460963451040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/showrepost.html' title='Show:repost'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6378347359157572189</id><published>2008-05-25T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:36:56.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girrness</title><content type='html'>I'm alive, the show went well, I have a TON I want to talk about but I'm just too tired&lt;br /&gt;and "home" isn't working, it's always down when I want to blog the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were ridden, things were jumped, ribbons were won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6378347359157572189?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6378347359157572189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6378347359157572189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6378347359157572189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6378347359157572189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/girrness.html' title='Girrness'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2802536318644917143</id><published>2008-05-18T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:33:43.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking R</title><content type='html'>I realized I didn't talk about my amazing day on Saturday! shame on me, I should be spanked ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I made plans to head for the Rockin' R Ranch, it's a little campgrounds of sorts about 30 minutes south of me that is for horsey people to visit, camp out and most importantly trail ride! there are cabins and corals that are free to use, first come first serve, just leave a donation in the box(I love it)I brought my slave along, to help me out and to ride with me. The taboo on visitors at the barn is still in effect but I knew nobody would catch us, and I didn't have Jess touch the horses while we were here just in case. Anyhoo Jess loaded the truck and trailer with all the crap while I got the kiddos, then she handed me wraps and such while I..well.. wrapped legs. My kids load like angels so we got under way about 11:00. We arrived at the "R" at 11:30, unloaded, got em unwrapped and settled, set up our day stuff(chairs and cooler) then waited for Kris and Hannah to show up, they were late so we walked Nysa and Risque' down to the ford, we saw a river otter on the way back up! yep in order to head out on the trails you have to for a small creek.&lt;br /&gt;Kris and Hanna arrived in time so we ate our picnic lunch together then Hannah and I saddled up and headed for the trails. Hannah did wonderfully, she had never been there before and Nysa hadn't been there in two years but they had no problems, we spent about an hour wandering the trails, up hill and down, I think I made Hannah's eyes pop with the one hill I took her down, it's all good Horses are smart, they just sit on their butts and slide(man from snowy river!) When we got back to the trail head I suggested to Kris that she follow us to the ford and take some pictures of us fording, she thought that sounded great.&lt;br /&gt;We gave the ponies a break and sat about talking for a while, Hannah and I going over all the things we saw(deer, flowers, a doggy grave) discussing plans for next weekends show, then Kris and Hannah headed off and it was Jess and I's turn.&lt;br /&gt;Jess is more confident than Hannah but she hasn't ridden as much in recent time but still Pony was great..actually Nysa Pony was better behaved than Risque' you'd have thought the old man was a dorky youngster on his first trail rather than the seasoned veteran he is, horses *rolls eyes* we hit some different trails then I had earlier with Hannah, and I even snuck a canter in for Jess without her knowing it was coming, she did well and said now that she knows what it's like she'll try some again next time we go there :) Jess and I saw a Kingfisher and a Scarlet Tanager.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had pics to show you all but my camera never left my purse for some reason, however Kris and Jess took plenty of pics, so once I get my mitts on some of those I'll be posting them, they are all of the campsite itself and the ford, trail pics will have to wait for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes pd, we will be going there together someday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2802536318644917143?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2802536318644917143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2802536318644917143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2802536318644917143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2802536318644917143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/rocking-r.html' title='Rocking R'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1931976701287796485</id><published>2008-05-18T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:36:44.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update.2</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I'm a bad blogger and haven't updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt;The barn situation has mostly calmed down, I cannot have all my students but I am allowed to keep one, she's my favorite anyway and she is showing with me this summer so she has been approved, out first show is next Sunday so wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;Styles is all settled in over in the sandbox, he says it's not so bad, I won't say much in case he decides to blog some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v249/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2930236_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v249/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2930236_1943.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that look comfy? that was the flight from Bangor ME to..somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota Harvest is Calling me, I need a bagel with lox and then a caramel roll....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1931976701287796485?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1931976701287796485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1931976701287796485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1931976701287796485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1931976701287796485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/update2.html' title='update.2'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3741931434358882061</id><published>2008-05-13T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:38:10.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LoL of the morning</title><content type='html'>So I am having some problems with my Barn Manager AKA Moron Man.&lt;br /&gt;Last week when the "no visitors" rule came down I sent him an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Subject: liability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know how soon you will have the new liability releases done,&lt;br /&gt;one of my students is practicing for a horse show coming up at the end&lt;br /&gt;of this month and we cannot afford to skip many lessons.&lt;br /&gt;She and I will be representing Grand Forks Stables at an Eventing Show&lt;br /&gt;in Fargo.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Sarai Kramer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he sent back&lt;br /&gt;Subject:re: Liability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get it completed next week and let the membership know. I'll get&lt;br /&gt;it done as soon as I can. As far as lesson continuation, writing and&lt;br /&gt;finalizing the individual service contracts may take a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;But, I want to get them done quickly so we can advertise it if any of&lt;br /&gt;you agree to the terms and wish to offer lessons...thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see he was/is not overly concerned about my students upcoming show, he could care less if she gets to practice or not. He just wants the "feather in his cap" of managing a stables that offers lessons, I don't know if any other base stables have lessons programs but I'm betting not many. Without me there wouldn't be ANY lessons but whatever.*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now last evening I received this from him out of the blue, I had no idea what inspired it.&lt;br /&gt;Subject: lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a student who is showing one of your horses at a show in Fargo (I think you told me Fargo) soon, and I’m concerned about their inability to practice based on our “Off Limits” policy. Please bear with me as I work through this issue. I’m not entirely sure how it’s going to play out yet, but I feel you deserve to be kept up-to-date because of the situation between you and your student. As soon as I can get these issues completed, I will let you and the rest of the membership know. Thank you for your continued patience…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can think of is one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; students was supposed to start lessons for the summer last night, I had to call and let them know we couldn't do lessons for now, and in fact I couldn't even let her come see the horses due to the management decisions of "no visitors", I suggested if they wanted to they could take a complaint to the barn manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent this email to Hannah's mom and she only replied with one statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(name) is a Douche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my morning right there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3741931434358882061?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3068003723388700723</id><published>2008-05-11T08:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:49:50.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DeeJ Strikes again</title><content type='html'>Our Miss Deej has a reputation for doing weather dances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week she was doing naked sun dances to encourage spring along but I think she got the steps wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up to snow, and not just a few flakes falling from the sky, real stick to the ground snow, the roofs all around me were white and so was the grass, thankfully it wasn't sticking to the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all gone by mid day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she needs to be more careful ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3068003723388700723?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3068003723388700723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3068003723388700723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3068003723388700723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3068003723388700723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/deej-strikes-again.html' title='DeeJ Strikes again'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2274330879606715638</id><published>2008-05-09T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:49:27.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just F@$&amp;*$ great</title><content type='html'>Moron man has now decreed that we may have no guests at the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been working on a new liability waver for lessons and we may have no lessons until further notice none at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here Hannah and I were preparing for a show the end of this month, obviously I can still show but how is Hannah supposed to be ready if she can't come ride?  *irritated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seeing as it said No guests period, so nobody else can even have friends at the barn either, fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2274330879606715638?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2274330879606715638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2274330879606715638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2274330879606715638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2274330879606715638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-f-great.html' title='Just F@$&amp;*$ great'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4407137163054436334</id><published>2008-05-08T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:51:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;dog is pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;efx is being wonky&lt;br /&gt;and the games I usually play online are WAY to challenging when you are over tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4407137163054436334?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4407137163054436334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4407137163054436334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4407137163054436334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4407137163054436334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-sleep-dog-is-pissing-me-off-efx-is.html' title=''/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3936409116382502249</id><published>2008-05-08T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:48:42.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>I missed somebody online tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized just now how much I miss talking to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a while last year they was everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one person I could talk about everything with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one person who has made me question the life I live more than anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason I felt farther away from them then I ever have before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3936409116382502249?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3936409116382502249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3936409116382502249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3936409116382502249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3936409116382502249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8591125080912685851</id><published>2008-05-07T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:21:40.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just why?</title><content type='html'>I hate the barn manager...he is a moron...and he has the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be one horse down in a matter of days/weeks if my super powered friend(s) don't come to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things wait until after Styles is gone to get shitty? as if I need more stress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to find some alcohol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8591125080912685851?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8591125080912685851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8591125080912685851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8591125080912685851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8591125080912685851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-why.html' title='just why?'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-5859944639890176204</id><published>2008-05-05T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:48:09.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>One toothbrush in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;One towel on the bar&lt;br /&gt;One car that moves&lt;br /&gt;One car that sits&lt;br /&gt;One silent computer&lt;br /&gt;One pair of still boots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5859944639890176204?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5859944639890176204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5859944639890176204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5859944639890176204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5859944639890176204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/05/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-690570951480399659</id><published>2008-04-30T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:41:56.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>Monday marked 7 years of Styles and I being married, although I only count it as 6, he was in another country and living another life for a year. Either way it's an occasion to be marked, and what better way to mark it than a long drive and spending money!&lt;br /&gt;After a quick check in at his office and some packing/planning on my part we headed down to the Twin Cities. I have been looking into buying a truck for a while now and the market for them is much better down in the cities, well better for buyers, worse for sellers.&lt;br /&gt;We checked out one truck a bit north of the cities(a 1999 Dodge 2500, with about 122,000 miles) but I was disappointed, it was kinda rusty(damn you MN for being a salt state!) the engine sounded funny to me, the truck was quite banged up like it was a work vehicle or something and the sales man had never even driven it, the only thing he knew about it was it cam from a dealership over the river(in WI) I thanked him and said we had more to do around the town but mentally I checked that truck off.&lt;br /&gt;It was getting into the evening and Styles professed to being hungry, there was a motel right near the truck dealership but I had my heart set on Johnny Carinos for dinner and I knew that was likely to be found down in the Cities, not up in Forest Lake. However the motel is a chain, and we love staying with them(they offer a military discount and they are QUIET)so we went into the lobby and informed the desk clerk we wanted to stay at their(chain) motel but we wanted good dinner, she was helpful and let us steal some internet to look for a Johnny Carinos...only to find there is none in the Cities! *cries* well Olive Garden sounded good too so we found a motel that was near-ish to one.&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the motel proved interesting(yaya for construction!) but we got there and got our room key, it was after 8PM by this time so we decided to head right over to the foods, I mentioned we were heading over to Olive Garden and the receptionist mentioned that there was another Italian restaurant that was closer, a bit fancier but we had never heard of it so decided to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;This is the outside of Bella, see the torches? always trust a eating establishment with torches :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791980_5957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791980_5957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the inside, well the one that turned out anyway, Styles didn't have his good camera with him, just my little CoolPix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791982_6500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791982_6500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Styles felt we needed to capture a moment, I felt the need to be relaxed and content :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791984_7042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791984_7042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we spent driving around and looking at trucks, we only drove one more but we looked at(poked at) about 5, after much talking and working with one dealership a vehicle was settled on. Working things out between a bank in Grand Forks and a dealership in Burnsville was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting &lt;/span&gt;but we got everything sorted in the end.&lt;br /&gt;heading back I guess Styles got board.. &lt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791985_7316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791985_7316.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I went to the bank and did a final ironing(LoL) and I feel content in our..who am I kidding MY new truck :D So I guess I should show you all huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791978_5460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2791978_5460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's blue and purdy :D and it's not in to bad of shape for a 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Both doors have that slight amount of rust(yep slight, I grew up in michigan remember) and there is a ding or two here and there, but I didn't promise my first born to the bank to pay for it. We got it for a steal too, they had listed it online for the wrong price...but they honored it :)&lt;br /&gt;So yep, tired and happy and ready for one last weekend with my Love before he heads overseas again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-690570951480399659?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/690570951480399659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=690570951480399659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/690570951480399659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/690570951480399659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3517366076989701232</id><published>2008-04-28T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:44:07.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhhhh</title><content type='html'>file this under things that make you go &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080428/ap_on_re_eu/austria_captive_daughter"&gt;Buhhhhh&lt;/a&gt; for those that don't read the whole story, a man held his daughter captive and fathered children with her, she's been missing sense 1984...Buhhhhh *shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3517366076989701232?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3517366076989701232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3517366076989701232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3517366076989701232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3517366076989701232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/buhhhh.html' title='Buhhhh'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3940874499969886039</id><published>2008-04-25T07:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:13:52.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start the day right</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm awake and I'm eating something, that's a good start right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great, I worked with my bucker horse and he let me lay across his back without a complaint, yaya! perhaps I'll be riding him again soon. However I promised Styles I'll wait until he's gone, I'll not break the goods while he still needs to use them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the hair dresser for a much needed trim, it's cute ^-^ not exactly the shape I was looking for but I have a very hard time communicating what I'm after. Now the deal with Styles is I don't get it cut again until he returns, it's gonna be a lot longer than I usually have it by then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cute new doo in place I was off to the ID place to get a new ID card. mine will expire while Styles is gone, not so good, there is paperwork he(as my sponsor) has to fill out and sign. I even look good in the photo, I'm on a roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent more time working on my doll house, it's looking so good, but it's a disaster area, no pictures until it's clean again. I was just about ready to quit on it when Styles called to let me know he's be at work late(well poopy) so I got a bunch more done and then started on dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the plan is to help a friend change the oil in her Hubby's car, he gets home on monday(hopefully) and she wants his car all clean and ready to go. Then we'll probably gas up her truck and go on a paper run, head to the barn, work with our horses, the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and weather here sucks, last week it was in the 50's to high 60's, today we might get snow, yes snow *girrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend marks my B-day and also Styles and I's anniversary, so we have some plans and some thoughts about plans in the making, I'll probably give ya'll an update once it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3940874499969886039?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3940874499969886039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3940874499969886039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barn work, house work, lunch with my love, ride, house work, evening with the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ride for long today because I had a briefing to attend but the Pony was good, we rode in the outdoor arena  and she wasn't to fast or out of balance(big spaces make pony forget she has to carry herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on the Mini House some, I have new lights installed, new flooring installed and the new trim wood stained, after I get it varnished it'll get installed too, Styles is at work enough that I have me time to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another exercise, yaya play war and make it hard for me to get back and forth from/to the barn! not so much fun, I have plans to do an oil change and finish the laundry that's accusing me from the chair "we've been clean sense monday and she hasn't folded us!" shut up you socks, no one asked you for input!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played some Guitar Hero this afternoon, I manged to get 5 stars on some songs I had only 3 or 4 on, so I must be improving...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, Styles is supposed to quit playing Assassins Creed soon and start playing...ahem...well...you get the idea ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5794529975532695469?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5794529975532695469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5794529975532695469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5794529975532695469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmcgeqnR8MM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmcgeqnR8MM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3868187743224426992?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3868187743224426992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3868187743224426992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3868187743224426992'/><link 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italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TeHeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I go now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4352620441232402523?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4352620441232402523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4352620441232402523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4352620441232402523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4352620441232402523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/home.html' title='Home ;)'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8582498445310259258</id><published>2008-04-17T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:19:23.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>My order came!!! Woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..but Styles is home tomorrow....and he's only gonna be home for a few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I make myself not touch the order?&lt;br /&gt;Can I make myself leave it all alone until he's gone again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try...&lt;br /&gt;I'll just work like mad tonight :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8582498445310259258?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8582498445310259258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8582498445310259258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8582498445310259258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8582498445310259258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/here.html' title='HERE!!!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-926313478318416836</id><published>2008-04-16T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:00:13.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkie, talk, talk</title><content type='html'>My throat is sore, I think I'm going to be hoarse tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call this evening, around 6ish I think, it was from my slaves mom, asking me for some help with the slave, asking me to come over and talk some sense into Slave, saying that Slave(J) was upset, uncontrollable, irrational and very disrespectful. Acting spoiled in other words, say what? J is anything but those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time to get the mom side of the story, with the move to Las Vegas imminent J's bunny had to find a new home, J knew this and was looking for a friend to take him, even had one in mind but that friends dad said NO! so Mom found another person to take bunny, a co-worker of a friend(Mom's friend). Person loves bunny, Mom is happy that bunny has a new home and everything should be fine, it's not, J is upset that the bunny is gone, Mom thinks J should act rationally because she knew bunny had to go, she shouldn't yell at Mom, she should just accept this and be respectful to Mom, child is not allowed to back talk Mom's decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's side, Person that has bunny now is not her friend, is not somebody they even know, it's a co-worker of Mom's friend. She knew bunny had to go but she didn't expect it to be so soon, plus she didn't know it was even happening, she just came home from school to find her Bunny gone. She tried to explain these things to Mom but Mom doesn't take her seriously, she tried telling mom she's not upset about giving bunny away, just upset about the circumstances. Mom didn't listen and kept telling her to calm down, and that she knew it was coming and just accept it. Also note that J is a high school Sophomore, yep a 16 year old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know what my take on this is/was. What do you all think? is there a "right" and "wrong" party? are they both half right, half wrong? give me some feed back, then I'll tell ya what I said to both Mom and J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-926313478318416836?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/926313478318416836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=926313478318416836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/926313478318416836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/926313478318416836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/talkie-talk-talk.html' title='Talkie, talk, talk'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6296951966509397308</id><published>2008-04-14T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:02:32.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww</title><content type='html'>Say it Awww&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2669773_995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v232/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2669773_995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MuTant and the Peachy, sharing a bed, as you can see there is a cat bed right beside the dog's bed, but she likes the dog's bed better, and he's gonna sleep there even if she's in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6296951966509397308?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6296951966509397308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6296951966509397308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6296951966509397308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6296951966509397308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/awww.html' title='Awww'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-947998743423866808</id><published>2008-04-14T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:22:42.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blarg!</title><content type='html'>I ordered my new mini stuff last tuesday, I got an email today saying it had been shipped and to expect it on the 17th(or 18th) GArrgg! why did it sit there not being sent to me all last week? I didn't make that big of an order sheesh..*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lover isn't online, he been able to be online for a least a little bit each day, and this is the right time for it...but no lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, it's freakin' WINDY!! like they were advising no travel for high profile vehicles, I expect wind in the spring, hot air heating the ground creating thermals and high pressure giving you no clouds but wind and all that rot, but 45mph is a bit excessive, even for NoDak. I didn't get to ride my pony, wind makes horses a bit psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a better day tomorrow, or a nap..or both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-947998743423866808?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/947998743423866808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=947998743423866808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/947998743423866808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/947998743423866808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/blarg.html' title='blarg!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8788010599007036401</id><published>2008-04-13T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:12:12.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nother Day Down</title><content type='html'>I dislike Sundays, nothing against the day or anything but to me it is the death of the weekend, one last sad hurrah before the week begins again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Church today I almost convinced April to go to Dakota Harvest with me, April is a dear friend but she has oddities about her (being entirely unwilling to sped money on some things is one of them) so convincing her that Dakota Harvest has to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt; for caramel rolls and that we had to get one{and a coffee for me} was no small task, but after service got out April declared that "her throat felt weird" and a roll just wouldn't be appealing *sigh* perhaps the next time I'm in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was a lesson for H, I love that kid more and more, she had an amazing lesson on the pony and even handled the different saddle in stride, I have plans for her and some showing this summer, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was another long walk with the Mutt and I am so sick of people grilling where I can smell it *drools* it makes me want BBQ chickie or hangAburgers SOOOo badly but I'm too lazy to strike up the coals for just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it, I'm hanging about on MSN hoping that Styles will get a chance to contact me, and in a while I might make some sort of supper, I had a healthy lunch and a long walk so I think something nastily bad for me is in order...perhaps Nachos? *evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8788010599007036401?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8788010599007036401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8788010599007036401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8788010599007036401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8788010599007036401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/nother-day-down.html' title='Nother Day Down'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6777919768385906818</id><published>2008-04-11T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:13:59.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ect</title><content type='html'>Not much to report.&lt;br /&gt;Last evening one of my students returned for the summer, I don't give lessons when it's cold, small kids just can't handle it. This student is..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to say the least, firstly she is quite short, my kids saddle doesn't fit her well because the place where her knee should be isn't, isn't at her knee that is, but my tiny saddle(for tiny kids) doesn't fit this child's booty, yep she's short and a bit stout, but mom and dad are both on the short and stout side so it's not surprising. Also this kiddo has ADD, or maybe it ADHD, either way she's very busy and vocal and a bit sassy. I can handle her just fine and I have permission from the parents that if She ever gets out of hand then she doesn't get to ride, they are firm believers that the things kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do are a privilege to be earned/kept, I like parents like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got snow, yes SNOW, about 2 inches but further south of us was supposed to get close to a foot, lets home this is the last Hurrah for winter and it's warm and sunny from here on out. Looking at the week ahead it's supposed to be in the 50's-60's every day *wwoooo for warmth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles is still away for some training, he might get to come back one day early but I'm not holding my breath, if he doesn't come back early I have a horse expo to attend that will fill that last day, the last day always drags if you don't fill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myeap, that's about it. I'ma go work on my miniature house now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6777919768385906818?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6777919768385906818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6777919768385906818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6777919768385906818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6777919768385906818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/ect.html' title='Ect'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-5855279214841665602</id><published>2008-04-08T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:16:44.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust, frogs, poop and princes.</title><content type='html'>What a day&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of the morning working on the mini house, I have a bunch of things that need fresh paint or varnish, and that damn varnish takes SO many coats to look good, I want it smooth and shiny! I also got a brain storm for having more space in the Boy's room, loft one of the beds! the ceilings in the house are 10', and that will put it near the dormer window too, that's cool, I'd sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was outside to clean up dog doo, there was a lot of doo from only having one dog, I think he invites his friends over when I'm not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was outside I decided it was time to set up the trampoline, so I drug out the box of springs and the basket with the mat in it, setting all those springs is a workout on the arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon is barn time for me, the usual round of clean, set up for tonight, etc. I also added a piece of plywood in pony's stall, there were two beams that stuck out from one wall and she insisted on rubbing her ass on them, makes for a dirty beam and a horribly ratty looking tail, before you ask(pd) no she doesn't have worms and yes I do clean her "nevermind" quite regularly, I think she rubs because it's a habit and she's bored.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was onto working with my TB, he's a hand full, I don't ride him right now(I don't have a death wish) so that means lots of marching on my part, today I drove him around the south pasture *pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am eating my post-barn snack, Froggy eyed Salad YUMMM! and that made me think of a song I just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TieZPGGf6R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TieZPGGf6R/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, he is a prince, but he did start as a frog :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5855279214841665602?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5855279214841665602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5855279214841665602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5855279214841665602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5855279214841665602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/dust-frogs-poop-and-princes.html' title='Dust, frogs, poop and princes.'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-775215218196521274</id><published>2008-04-07T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:50:01.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PHWeeeearrr...</title><content type='html'>I have Vodka! and it's mixed with the nectar of the gods(dew) I have chips, I have moar baby carrots, I have intoxicating delicious candies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm set for tonight :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-775215218196521274?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/775215218196521274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=775215218196521274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/775215218196521274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/775215218196521274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/phweeeearrr.html' title='PHWeeeearrr...'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4805316080626291960</id><published>2008-04-07T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:49:34.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spendige</title><content type='html'>It finally came! the new miniature catalog I've been waiting for *spins about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the catalog I have is from the last time I ordered, back in like 1998 or somethin' nice to look at, but it's outdated. I have been to the companies web site and I found most of what I was after but I wanted to hold off on ordering my stuff until I knew what all they had, something about having the magazine in my hands feels better than searching around on the interwebs for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will now go crash on the couch with some Kool-aid and some carrot sticks, I shall drool and ponder over all the goodies and then...then I shall spend! MWWAHHHHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4805316080626291960?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4805316080626291960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4805316080626291960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4805316080626291960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4805316080626291960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/spendige.html' title='Spendige'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4135757513916119687</id><published>2008-04-06T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:17:11.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* :(</title><content type='html'>I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone at night, I hate the quietness of the house, knowing I'll be making my way to bed alone, falling asleep with no arms around me, waking up with no one to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always manage to send him off well, we hug and kiss and make promises...&lt;br /&gt;but then I am home...&lt;br /&gt;and the silence gets to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4135757513916119687?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4135757513916119687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4135757513916119687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4135757513916119687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4135757513916119687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/sigh.html' title='*sigh* :('/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1963037281215923201</id><published>2008-04-04T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:47:54.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>This base is having an exercise today, all the little airmen(and women) are playing war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sat here eating my lunch alone, Styles is in lock down and I can't even bring him food because the main part of base is all "play" area and the housing side of base is "no play" Pooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I have Taco Salad of tasty deliciousness :D it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; better than any taco salad you've ever had, I guarantee it. What makes it special? dressing, not just any dressing my Ma's dressing, I don't like taco salads at restaurants because I'm so used to this stuff, it's addicting, I even brought some with me the last time we ate at Taco Hell. What.. that's not odd, I wanted a taco salad and I wanted my dressing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to laundry (ugg) and working on my miniatures (yaya) seeing as I can't get to the barn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:EDIT: so I've been asked to post the nummy dressing recipe, fair warning once you have this on your taco salad you never want to eat it plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Salad Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;1 Small(very small) Onion&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup oil, I use canola, it's nice and mild&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 Cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp Dry Mustard&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp paprika&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp Pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all that in a blender and liquefy, that's all there is to it. It keeps for quite a while in the fridge, I have mine stored in an old ketchup bottle, my Ma used to keep it in a mason jar.&lt;br /&gt;Note I do NOT like onions but I like this, just use a very small onion because once it's pulverized it's flavor grows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1963037281215923201?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1963037281215923201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1963037281215923201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1963037281215923201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1963037281215923201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4402341506297940580</id><published>2008-04-03T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:34:10.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to talk about..nothing to say</title><content type='html'>I rode the pony today, I gave her the first real workout since she got injured last week and she was amazing! we jumped and it was so fun, she tends to get very BOLD and won't listen when I'm telling her to slow up, she just wants to GOgogogogo :D but today she did very well in regulating her strides, slowing down, speeding up, etc all the good pony things. Also I built two small jumps outside, one out of RR ties and one out of brush/sticks, I wasn't sure how she would handle them, sure I've jumped her quite a bit but she's never been asked to do Cross Country-ish jumps, she SAILED over them, I praised her and she was like "duh mom it's a jump of COURSE I'm gonna jump it" what a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want taco salad, I made some last week for a SQ function and it got [I]devoured[/I] so I didn't get to bring any back home :( poo. I have the stuff to make more but that requires effort, I lack the will to put forth effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to TWiT(this week in tech) the other night they were talking about the death of print media, how bloggers and Twitter and such are replacing printed papers, magazines, etc. along with that they were talking about the danger in this trend, and at first I thought they were just on a tangent, what they were getting at is if you have a newspaper or magazine in front of you, you will at least skim every article, you may or may not read everything but you at least are exposed to it. Where if you subscribe to blogs, Twitters, RSS Feeds, etc. you are most likely reading things you agree with, subscribed to people who think like you, have the same view of the world as you, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt; So I'm wondering do we do that? does my(our) little circle of bloggers consist of people with ideas like mine, morals like mine, political ideals like mine etc. etc. Do the people you subscribe to challenge you in any way? or are we just surrounded by more people like ourselves.&lt;br /&gt; For me I don't think so, I have a pretty diverse set of blog friends, and while I may not agree with all of them all the time I do enjoy reading about lives that are different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to attend a big horsey clinic in May but I doubt it'll happen, I lack the funds, the proper safety equipment(vest) and my pony needs a new Coggens and that probably won't be done in time. It's a Centered Riding clinic, Dressage, hunters and Eventing...I is so wishing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked a new wallpaper for one of the rooms in my miniature house, I've also been working on some new furniture kits and getting more rooms prepped for new carpet/flooring and baseboards, unfortunately despite just being payed we are already broke so my order will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, time to hit the couch, get another snack and perhaps enjoy some time with my man :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4402341506297940580?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4402341506297940580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4402341506297940580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4402341506297940580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4402341506297940580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-much-to-talk-aboutnothing-to-say.html' title='so much to talk about..nothing to say'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-5874417313941132629</id><published>2008-03-31T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:54:33.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish Rap</title><content type='html'>YAYAYA! for working computer, tonight I got involved and uninstalled then reinstalled everything I could think might possibly, maybe be causing my web browser problems, and viola! it works *dances*&lt;br /&gt;So with that I got a Imeem so I could share music, cause i like music and most of what I like isn't readily available on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;For your pleasure, or perhaps displeasure I present this, it's a "rap" song done by Da Yoopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hKcpFLbfjl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hKcpFLbfjl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they saying? I haven't a clue just because I grew up around a bunch of Second/Third/Fourth generation American Fin's doesn't mean I can understand them, and for the record I do NOT sound like this, but a good portion of Yoopers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Dante will be good enough to translate? that is if the Americanized version of his language is understandable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5874417313941132629?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5874417313941132629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5874417313941132629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5874417313941132629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5874417313941132629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/finish-rap.html' title='Finish Rap'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7175040972309493978</id><published>2008-03-28T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:47:33.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>web browser...why do you hate me so?</title><content type='html'>So I'm having a 'Puter problem, it's nothing big, just I can't view some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Like videos, I can open a youtube video but as soon as it's done playing, crash "firefox is not responding" same with music tracts, I'm sorry pd but I never listened to the demo you posted :( also if you have a playlist on your blog I haven't visited either(BigP) I can open the blog, I can usually read the post but then..poof. Other random things are making it seize up as well, sometimes my facebook profile, but never the facebook home page, sometimes Pizdaus, like I can be 6 pages into that and suddenly "not responding" Myspace does it in as well, not that I care about that one but it's damn frustrating having like 6 tabs open only to have one of them crash the browser.&lt;br /&gt;Now before I hear something about trying another browser let me tell you I have tried with both firefox, and IE, firefox being the better choice but IE is on my computer...well I don't know why. Either way "not responding" is the rhythm I get.&lt;br /&gt;I know my PC is old and busted and I'm fairly certain it needs a reformat, but doing that is a pain in the tookus, and I have better things to do in time my with Styles. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7175040972309493978?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7175040972309493978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7175040972309493978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7175040972309493978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7175040972309493978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/web-browserwhy-do-you-hate-me-so.html' title='web browser...why do you hate me so?'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2901127545198582483</id><published>2008-03-25T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:35:42.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>So a few of you crazys want to see my miniature house, I am nothing but a slave to the masses wills LoL&lt;br /&gt;First pic, the doll house from the front, yes the porch lights are on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v213/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2484962_3856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v213/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2484962_3856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the house is 2 ft, 2 in tall, sooooo, 26 ft if it was in real life. You can see my mess of stair case bits and "plans" out front.&lt;br /&gt;second pic, the doll houses left side, it's left your right if you were standing in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v213/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2484963_5179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v213/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2484963_5179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bottom floor is taken up with living room and dining room, the corner beyond the blue chair is where the pesty stairs should go.&lt;br /&gt;the top floor is boys room, hallway and master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;third pics, doll houses right side, it's right your left if you were standing in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v213/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2484965_6530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v213/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2484965_6530.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bottom floor is kitchen, bathroom and the hallway coming from the living room, the top floor is the other side of the master bedroom, hallway and school room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take some close ups of each room but my camera sucks, they turned out very badly, if you have a facebook you can go look at their hideousness, I posted them there just because but I need to have Styles take some great pics of the interior with his snazzy camera.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some crappy not to scale plans of my stair problem are in the doll house album on facebook too, so if any math whizzes want to have a crack at making stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nuts and bolts info is this, the house was built for me by Da, it's not a kit house where everything is all ready for you and all you gotta do is assemble it and decorate, it was made with a set of plans and a sheet of 3/8th inch plywood, talk about a lot of measuring, marking, cutting, gluing and nailing! Da also did the wiring, siding and shingles for little me :) I was given a complete set of crappy furniture when I first started, Ma assembled it all and I helped paint/stain everything, nothing great but enough to play with. I love doing crafts so slowly I began getting kits and making nicer furniture, most(if not all) the wooden pieces in the house currently I made, beds, dressers, couch, everything in there was constructed out of impossibly small pieces of wood.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the pics I have a lot of work to do, almost every room needs new flooring, every room needs baseboards, I have to figure out something for the master bedroom walls, I got that special wall paper at a fancy miniature store ages ago and I don't think I'll ever find it again. New lights are needed in four rooms, and I might replace a few others just because I can. small touches really bring miniatures to life and I need to acquire those, like metal handles on the windows, curtain rods(and curtains) books, pencils, maps, etc in the school room. I have a lot of work ahead of me but I am so excited to be doing this again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2901127545198582483?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2901127545198582483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2901127545198582483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2901127545198582483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2901127545198582483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8637607737346047510</id><published>2008-03-21T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:26:31.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can't seem to get right</title><content type='html'>I can't do math, I can't get my numbers to add up right, I can't convert all these fractions, I can't get my inches and feet right GARRRG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has me so distraught? a staircase, yep a staircase. The short story is I have a doll house, it has no staircase, I need to build one. Do you have any idea the math involved in figuring out the angles, the tread depth, the riser hight and the stringer run? also it's not a straight stair, there isn't room oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; it has to have a landing and a corner and such, I am tearing my hair out, I'm sure there is a nifty program that could do it for me in "real" scale, but what about in 1/12 scale? uh huh not so smart now are ya :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go thinking I'm to old to be playing with a "doll house" you should know it's a scale miniature, a 1/12 scale model IE 1foot in real life = 1 inch in it, everything is to scale.&lt;br /&gt;The long story(if you care to hear it) is that my Da built this house for me when I was smaller, it was wired (yes it has lights) furnished and decorated enough to please little me and muchly loved for many years, I played with it for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;. When I grew up a bit I decided it needed to be properly finished(better furniture, nicer decorating etc) so round about 15ish I got into it and did quite a lot but growing up got in the way and my house has been sitting in my parents basement ever sense I got busy planning my wedding(winter 2000)&lt;br /&gt;Now the miniature bug has bitten me again and I'm making lists of things to fix, replace, repair and finish. There are floors to finish and redo, lights to replace, base boards to add, perhaps some crown moldings, the stairs to build(if they don't drive me crazy) small touches everywhere, it's something I really get into and it'll keep me busy when Styles is away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see it? just ask and I'll take pics of this disaster in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8637607737346047510?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8637607737346047510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8637607737346047510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8637607737346047510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8637607737346047510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-cant-seem-to-get-right.html' title='Just can&apos;t seem to get right'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2165880099092756128</id><published>2008-03-18T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:44:26.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feh</title><content type='html'>I have the head hurty/sore throaty/muscles achey nastiness, and on top of that I have cramps!&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good earlier today that I spent far to long at the barn [I]again [/I] when will I ever learn, it's so nice to be out in the sun and the outdoors that I don't even think about how I'm feeling, then I end up doing stupid things like ground drive my TB, yep long ass legs Track boy and I marched about the arena, my fas ass keeping up with that trot O_o, I am a retard * rolls eyes* Then I get home only to discover I'm sore and tired and feeling like poop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2165880099092756128?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2165880099092756128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2165880099092756128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2165880099092756128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2165880099092756128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/feh.html' title='Feh'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8280333800231558363</id><published>2008-03-15T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:39:58.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOO!</title><content type='html'>We got our tax return! *does the extra money dance*&lt;br /&gt;so we payed off the computer loan! *does the no more loan dance*&lt;br /&gt;now we can pay off the new laptop! (before it starts accruing interest)*does the no interest dance*&lt;br /&gt;and then start saving for a truck....*thinks about dancing then realizes this will be way more expensive than either of those things*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8280333800231558363?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8280333800231558363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8280333800231558363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8280333800231558363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8280333800231558363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/wooo.html' title='WOOO!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6044793569913378078</id><published>2008-03-12T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:09:02.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech</title><content type='html'>I have the blech, not a cold, not the flu, just the blech.&lt;br /&gt;Sour stomach, achy joints, sleeping like crap, BLECH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The base is doing an exercise today, "lets play war!" so the giant voice keeps going off and Styles is stuck at work(no lunch break).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's warm, it's almost 40f(4.5c) outside and sunny! yesterday was just as nice and this weekend should be the same...but I have the blech and I can't enjoy it, I spent to much time at the barn yesterday and I payed for it in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deal worked out with my friend, she brings the horses in at night, I let them out in the morning, so I can have my evenings free and she doesn't have to worry about getting up, works well for both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6044793569913378078?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6044793569913378078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6044793569913378078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6044793569913378078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6044793569913378078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/blech.html' title='Blech'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6778073434888885203</id><published>2008-03-09T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:50:47.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did someone say sexy?</title><content type='html'>I know some of you have already found them but some of you haven't, so to those that have not you need to go visit my Styles blog and check out the beautiful&lt;a href="http://photostyle.efx2blogs.com/36302/.52+The+Hat+Collection.html"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took of me, even my Ma(who is less than thrilled about her daughter being pasted about on the internet) said "those need to be in a gallery or something" my parents are quite proud of my man's talents with the camera and I agree with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6778073434888885203?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6778073434888885203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6778073434888885203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6778073434888885203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6778073434888885203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-someone-say-sexy.html' title='Did someone say sexy?'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8983126000132305589</id><published>2008-03-08T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:27:58.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanders 1907</title><content type='html'>So my parents are gone, it was good to visit with them and they enjoyed the things we did together, Styles already gave some highlights so i won't go over them all here, but I did want to post some pics, the last time we went to Sanders I talked about some of the cool art and many of you voiced interest in that so I took a few snaps but first...My Parents! Da and Ma, over 30 years of marriage and still madly in love, I can only hope to be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2386736_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2386736_2099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next we have me and the cool door, it's copper and it catches the light in a very cool way, I noticed that the light switch plates and the frames on the mirrors and a few other things in the place are also some kind of copper/metal arty thing, I wonder who made them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2386737_2339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2386737_2339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lastly we have another neat thingy, this was above the wine room, up by the ceiling, I thought it was cool and I tried to get a good pic. The mask is dimensional and the eyes and mouth are lit from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2386738_2612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2386738_2612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yep thats that, a fun week and a great night to end it. Now it's time to relax and get caught up on sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8983126000132305589?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8983126000132305589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8983126000132305589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8983126000132305589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8983126000132305589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/sanders-1907.html' title='Sanders 1907'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4819181462802257491</id><published>2008-03-07T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:01:11.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Chapeau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2378891_9850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2378891_9850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the new hat, Styles took  some much better snaps of me with his camera but those will have to wait until he gets them photo shopped and then up on his flicker/blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4819181462802257491?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4819181462802257491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4819181462802257491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4819181462802257491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4819181462802257491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapeau.html' title='the Chapeau'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2770879885519253126</id><published>2008-03-05T20:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:15:46.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>my parents are here&lt;br /&gt;they arrived safely&lt;br /&gt;we are having fun&lt;br /&gt;I have 62 comment tracking alerts&lt;br /&gt;and 10 blog alerts&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to get through them all until after they leave&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I got a kick ass hat at the second hand store, it looks like it's from the 30s or 40s, Styles will be posting some pics of me in it...perhaps in only it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2770879885519253126?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2770879885519253126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2770879885519253126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2770879885519253126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2770879885519253126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7739937783115697248</id><published>2008-03-03T16:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:20:41.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite number</title><content type='html'>Heh, I just realized my feedback score on Ebay is 69....*snicker*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7739937783115697248?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7739937783115697248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7739937783115697248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7739937783115697248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7739937783115697248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-number.html' title='favorite number'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1140774668814430737</id><published>2008-03-02T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:12:00.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter...I've had enough</title><content type='html'>Ok so this state blows, no seriously, it BLOWS! yesterday it was almost 30f outside, it was sunny and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;  have been warm, but no it was windy as all get out, raw and blowy. Today it was even warmer over 30f but once again the wind machine kicked in, 30-40mph winds, as the afternoon went on it just got windier and colder, it dropped to 14f and with the wind it's more like -10, our overnight low is supposed to be 1f, yep it's march and it's almost below zero.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side the horses are shedding like mad so spring must be on the way, they always seem to start trying to choke me with hair long before it seems wise for them, but they seem to know what's what and I have yet to see them be to "nekid" too soon.&lt;br /&gt;So yep, what could have been a springlike weekend was ruined by the wind. To add insult to injury the other side of the state was close to 60f on Saturday, my area was seriously the coldest place in the nation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1140774668814430737?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1140774668814430737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1140774668814430737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1140774668814430737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1140774668814430737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/03/winterive-had-enough.html' title='Winter...I&apos;ve had enough'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8678085377160266914</id><published>2008-02-29T09:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:55:48.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalog</title><content type='html'>So from Bebbets confusion at my recent name calling(of my pony) I'm guessing that not many of my readers are familiar with the Philippine dialect of Tagalog, honestly the only reason I know of it is because of my slave, her mother is Philippine and speaks Tagalog fluently, my slave Jess knows a few words but mostly I know bad words from working with V.(Jess's mom) calling somebody a C*#T or a Son of a Sheep(yes sheep) is much more satisfying when you use a language as tough to say and guttural as this, no it's not guttural, it's...throaty, and clicky and it's like you swallow half of what you say, oh just go here and learn bad words too, or nice things, there are a lot of phrases and words on this site. &lt;a href="http://www.tagaloglang.com/"&gt;Tagalog Lang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8678085377160266914?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8678085377160266914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8678085377160266914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8678085377160266914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8678085377160266914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagalog.html' title='Tagalog'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3675911469888216513</id><published>2008-02-27T17:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:58:48.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>movin' and a shakin'</title><content type='html'>The recent earthquake over in the UK  had a friend from there asking me if I'd ever experienced an earth shake, and the answer is no, the NoDak prairies are pretty shake free so I'm safe(for now) However it did get me thinking about seismic history of my home state, Michigan may not be a hot bed of seismic activity but it's had a few rock and roll moments over the years of recorded history. I did a bit of research and found that there have been several events over the years. From small quakes in the 1800 to a rather big shake up in 1947, even those poor trolls(they live below the bridge) getting shook up by quakes that occurred outside Michigan and sending shocks into the state.&lt;br /&gt;My real interest was in the UP though, I had heard about quakes in the Copper Country(aka the Keweenaw) and I wanted to see what the USGS had to say about them. Well I found a map of seismic hazard, see that circle in the top left? that's the Copper Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/regional/states/michigan/images/hazards.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/regional/states/michigan/images/hazards.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A series of unusual occurrences in the Keweenaw Peninsula mining area form a significant part of the seismic history of Michigan. The first disturbance was on July 26, 1905 at about 6:20 in the evening. At Calumet there occurred what appeared to be a terrific explosion. Chimneys fell with a crash and plate glass windows were broken (intensity VII). The explosion was heard far down in a mine and the shock was felt all over the Keweenaw Peninsula area and as far away as Marquette, about 70 miles southeast across Lake Superior. Ten months later, on May 26, 1906, a similar phenomenon occurred. Train rails were twisted, and there was a notable sinking of the earth above the Atlantic mine. The disturbance was reported felt over an area about 30 to 40 miles in diameter. Another shock occurred in the same region on January 22, 1909. A rumbling tremor was felt around Houghton and was believed to be caused by the crushing of pillars in a mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh so perhaps they were the result of mine blasting or mishaps and not true earthquakes after all, but I wonder, blasting is done on a schedule and the mine would keep records of that, also local residents would be used to the shaking that accompanies a big blast and I doubt it would have fazed them. Growing up my Da was a miner, we lived over 15 miles away from the mine and yet I can still remember the house rattling a bit on blast day(usually Fridays) and that was with an open pit mine, I'm sure the shocks from a underground(perhaps under your house) mine would be much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that my informative blog for the month, I'll go back to drivel tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;:EDIT: I know the text around the graph is unpretty, nothin' I can do about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3675911469888216513?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3675911469888216513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3675911469888216513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3675911469888216513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3675911469888216513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/movin-and-shakin.html' title='movin&apos; and a shakin&apos;'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8300813554979441241</id><published>2008-02-26T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:21:43.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy IM time</title><content type='html'>I got to talk to my babe J today, I haven't talked to him in SOooooo long, it made me happy :) I've missed him, and he missed me too, good god we are lame, missing a internet friend that you have never even met in person *sheesh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8300813554979441241?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8300813554979441241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8300813554979441241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8300813554979441241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8300813554979441241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-im-time.html' title='Happy IM time'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4619624589492841267</id><published>2008-02-25T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:57:13.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Yep that's me, the lazy blogger, I seem to not post anything for ages and then when I do it's all drivel or a MeMe, it could be worse, at least a friends drivel is worth reading most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;This week is starting well, I'm almost done making two outfits for my niece's birthday. I made a vat of spaghetti sauce this AM, we ate some for lunch and the rest went in the freezer. This afternoon I rode the pony butt and she was a good girl, smelly and shedding but a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight nothing special is in the works, perhaps some Oblivion or some Pushing Daisies, I have an easy week ahead of me but I do need to get the guest room ready for next week, my Ma and Da are coming out for a visit(sorry DeeJ, the Duluth trip has been canceled)&lt;br /&gt;So yep a lazy blogger and a boring life *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4619624589492841267?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4619624589492841267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4619624589492841267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4619624589492841267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4619624589492841267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-415591618626481654</id><published>2008-02-21T18:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:37:59.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a naughty girl...</title><content type='html'>and I should be punished...&lt;br /&gt;So it's time for a meme...&lt;br /&gt;It involves math... so get your calculator. :p&lt;br /&gt;Simply go through the list, read the 'infractions', and add up the 'fines' that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;if you've ever done the thing listed... you get fined.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, report what your total fine is. You don't have to spill the beans on what you're paying for... just the total dollar amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked pot -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Did acid -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex at church -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you -- $40&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone on My Space -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Had sex for money -- $100&lt;br /&gt;Vandalized something -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Beat up someone -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Been jumped -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Crossed dressed -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Given money to stripper -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with a stripper -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Kissed some one who's name you didn't know -- $0.10&lt;br /&gt;Hit on some one of the same sex while at work -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Ever drive drunk -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Used toys while having sex -- $30&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Went skinny dipping -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Had sex in a pool -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your significant other -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Masturbated -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Done oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Got oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Done / got oral in a car while it was moving -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Stole something -- $10&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone in jail -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Made a nasty home video -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Had a threesome -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Had sex in the wild -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Been in the same room while someone was having sex --$25&lt;br /&gt;Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50&lt;br /&gt;Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Spent time in jail -- $15&lt;br /&gt;Peed in the pool -- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;Played spin the bottle -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with your best friend -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone you work with at work -- $25&lt;br /&gt;Had anal sex -- $80&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your mate -- $5&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grand Total: $330.00&lt;br /&gt;I've been very naughty [wink]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-415591618626481654?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/415591618626481654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=415591618626481654&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/415591618626481654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/415591618626481654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-naughty-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a naughty girl...'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2770148332017258252</id><published>2008-02-18T16:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:43:22.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inside Twist's shirt!</title><content type='html'>So today we went out for brekest, and I had opiates! Numm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2263078_4289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2263078_4289.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we went to a movie and I got stared at in Wal-Mart because I was in another womans shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2263079_4587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-230.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v190/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2263079_4587.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nah but I was wearing this cute number given to me by none other than Miss Twist, she though I'd like it, I love it(yes it has pink skulls on it) and I want to raid her closet the next time she gives things away to the charity shop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2770148332017258252?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2770148332017258252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2770148332017258252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2770148332017258252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2770148332017258252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/inside-twists-shirt.html' title='inside Twist&apos;s shirt!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4823175070821766406</id><published>2008-02-17T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:48:40.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some long weekend</title><content type='html'>Yep the good old military gives us a three weekend on presidents day, what exciting things have we done you ask? nothing, not jack all.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went out to dinner and did some shopping, Applebees has way nummy food, my garlic/asiago chicken(with tomatoes and basil) was to die for, the desert was evil as well and Styles asked if we were going to hell for eating it, I winked and said no but we sure had to go to confession the next day(joking we are not catholic)&lt;br /&gt; Saturday we did a bit of questing in Oblivion and then went to the base movie with my barn slave, Styles had plans to help a friend(Andrew) with laptop problems so the slave and I headed out to the barn for an hour, or two, ok it was almost three. The evening was filled with some Wii bowling and The Slave whupped our asses! Styles and Andrew were still doing work on Andrews Lappy and they were both playing some COD4 on Vent so it was April The Slave and me, Slave won three out of three, then Andrew decided he was up to a challenge and Slave tromped him and April again(I sat that one out) then to make matters even more fun Slave Girl beat Andrew at Wii boxing, yes my Slave who is a 15 year old chicky beat Andrew who is 21 and in the AF, I was so proud ;)&lt;br /&gt;Today we did a bit more Oblivion but Styles had set up for some major gaming and that kicked in at about 1pm, he found some nifty program that allows you to make a virtual LAN and smack talk and such without the bother of hauling computers around or leaving your own house(I think it's called Himachi)so My Styles, Larry, Andrew, Ryan and Justin have spent the day killing, being killed and talking smack.... I have spent the day being bored out of my skull, I cleaned my stalls, I did some sewing, I washed the horses stable blankets, I made HorseBooks(like facebook) for my three, yes I was that bored.&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that tomorrow is more fun for me and that I can get this wicked cramp out of my neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4823175070821766406?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4823175070821766406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4823175070821766406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4823175070821766406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4823175070821766406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-long-weekend.html' title='some long weekend'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-384162389358413367</id><published>2008-02-14T17:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:22:01.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pointles day gifts</title><content type='html'>Styles and I don't do the valentines day thing, it's not a special day when you are supposed to do it, the gifts are not as meaningful if you know he will be getting something for me and I will be getting something for him, although I don't give him things today, his day is in March ;)&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't expect a thing today, I don't even expect to go out to dinner as I'm still a bit ill and the restaurants are all so packed it make is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite suprised to have Styles come home with not one but three things for me, first a box of Peeps because I said I didn't want a big box of Chocolate and he knows I have a weakness for stale marshmallow, second a dark chocolate rose(from Dove) it's very dark and very good and I don't have to feel guilty about having a ginormous box of evil chocolate in the house, third was GrindHouse on DVD, because the cars in that movie make me wet ;)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my man sweet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-384162389358413367?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1067771293848800537</id><published>2008-02-11T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:44:44.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eugg</title><content type='html'>I have sick-nd myself on tasty nuts, well legumes and drupes to be precise, they looked so good, and I wasn't smart enough to give myself a small portion and put the rest away, blllaaaagggg, somebody kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back to watching Styles play Oblivion now, make me drink water for the rest of the night ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1067771293848800537?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1067771293848800537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1067771293848800537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1067771293848800537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1067771293848800537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/eugg.html' title='eugg'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3847097517531422926</id><published>2008-02-10T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:51:16.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NysaKology</title><content type='html'>MOUTHOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A. either light ranch or Dorthy Lynch&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Quiznos&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ground Round here, Johny Carino's down in Fargo&lt;br /&gt;Q. On average how much of a tip do you leave at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;A. Usually it's 15-20%&lt;br /&gt;Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?&lt;br /&gt;A. honestly veggies and fruit&lt;br /&gt;Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;A. Mushrooms and Sausage, I like block olives too but Styles says no&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;A. Homemade Jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;A. It's a T-shirt design that I wish I had(jumping horse with a Bible verse)&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A. Three&lt;br /&gt;Q. What kind of cell phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. a simple Trac Fone, I think it's a LG&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;A. Right, cause it's right ;)&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;A. gall bladder.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;A. Hay bales, Hay bags, 50 # grain bags.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;A. nopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL[CRAP]OLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A. Something that people wouldn't spell/say wrong&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color looks good on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. I like blues/greens&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A. mistake? no, I usually swallow on purpose ;)&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever saved someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;A. No&lt;br /&gt;Q. Has someone ever saved yours?&lt;br /&gt;A. No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;A. sure&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;A.I'm not sure, it's just a finger and I sure could use the money.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. I'd take the money, and then have to give it back in a week when I started blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. yep, drool all you want men, still can't have me so what does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, if I could take breaks to breath, eat bread, vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;A. No, life is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;A. fuzz&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?&lt;br /&gt;A. crapy carpet, the old house had parquet floors though.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A. Um stand(what kind of question is that?)&lt;br /&gt;Q: Could you live with roommates?&lt;br /&gt;A. I have before, so long as it's a friend it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flipflops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A: at least 5.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;A. last summer, I gots a speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is number 2 on your top 8&lt;br /&gt;A. Shakedown(just don't ask who is my #1)&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last friend you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;A. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;A. April&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A. My Styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;A. not really&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;A. relaxed&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A. Cheat on G4&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;A. not watching it but that^&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;A. May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A. from my room to my computer, outside was to the barn to feed the ponies.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: watch Styles play Oblivion or watch some Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A. The Water Horse, it was cute ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A. yes I'm a fairly happy person.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A. I think so, but I'm tough on friends too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3847097517531422926?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3847097517531422926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3847097517531422926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3847097517531422926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3847097517531422926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/nysakology.html' title='NysaKology'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6484363231992782781</id><published>2008-02-06T08:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:27:29.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The BooFull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://efx2blogs.com/uploads/s/sarai/1963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://efx2blogs.com/uploads/s/sarai/1963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boo-full tikky, his name is Tschaikovsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6484363231992782781?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6484363231992782781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6484363231992782781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6484363231992782781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6484363231992782781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/boofull.html' title='The BooFull'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6280048948296739943</id><published>2008-02-06T06:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:54:44.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeee!</title><content type='html'>I have made Bunnies, I have made three bunnies, they will take over the world eventually.  If you have no clue what I am talking about then go read this &lt;a href="http://www.frozenreality.co.uk/comic/bunny/index.php"&gt;Gem&lt;/a&gt; of a comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a vat of Frog Eyed Salad for the SuperBowl party we attended and hardly any of it got eaten, also Styles doesn't like it so I have two HUGE tubs of it to finish up on my own, any body care for some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6280048948296739943?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6280048948296739943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6280048948296739943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6280048948296739943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6280048948296739943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/wheeee.html' title='Wheeee!'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3488851156074102851</id><published>2008-02-02T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:08:14.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>what to say, what to say.&lt;br /&gt;  My computer is dieing, it's had a few burps and farts recently, not unlike the man that built it but I love him and I only tolerate the computer, "I just use it for it's body" Hee,  just a few days ago the monitor wouldn't wake up and upon doing a reboot the mouse, keyboard and disk drive A didn't work *scratches head* I don't even [i]have[/i] a disk drive A...well I gave it a good cleaning, gave it a few minutes to get it's scattered thoughts back together and presto he runs! Then yesterday after spending all afternoon reading some blog archives(some of you have [i]interesting[/i] lives) I closed firefox and set my MSN and Yahoo to away when poof [U]BSOD[/U] augh! the horror, and it said something completely un-shiney "NMI:parity check/memory parity error   The System has halted" Eww, eww, eww, feck *grumps* Styles was able to get it to reboot and it worked fine, but for some reason I had lost all my bookmarks, thankfully it automatically saves a backup every Monday so Styles  did a restore and I'm back in business. The problem with all this is we have been planning on getting a new computer but not for me, we need a new laptop for vacations and when Styles deploys, and buying one for  me just isn't a priority right now, I'm hoping between this desktop, the kitchen machine and the old crappy lappy I can survive until fall, because we'd like the new lappy for spring/summer vacations.&lt;br /&gt;  We saw P.S. I Love You last night, it was all Awwww, and lovey dovey and mush, guys take a girl to it and get her all snuggled, it'll work :)&lt;br /&gt;  We saw Rambo today, it was all BOOM and KILL and GRAWWW! if you guys can get a girl to go to it count yourselves lucky ;)&lt;br /&gt;   I visited a new shop in town today, well it's not new, it's actually quite old but I had never been in there, it's a meat shop, more properly known as a butchers, it was like stepping back in time to my grandparents generation, actual butchers behind the counter? people that can counsel you on the cuts of meat and make suggestions and hack up your chicken for you? novel concept. All in all it was quite nice, there was beef, and pork, and chicken(of course) along with shellfish, fish, sausages, bison(buffalo) etc, I went there because I couldn't find ground lamb for my Shepard's pie at the supermarket, and alas I didn't find ground lam there either but I did get lamb chops and seeing as I have a meat grinder(don't ask) I'm just going to grind it myself :P I know I could make it with ground beef like most Americans do but then it's not Shepard's Pie, it's more like Cattlemen's Pie LoL and I would like to point out that lamb is EXPENSIVE here, King tried to convince me it was a cheap, readily available meat and I had to disappoint him and let him know that here it just ain't, lamb and mutton are sorta rare.&lt;br /&gt; Well that's just about it for me, Styles and I are heading off to go galaxy/cosmic bowling with some friends in a few and I'd like to get a bit spiffied up first, after that, who knows, perhaps some Guitar Hero or Wii Bowling is in order but seeing as I'm kinda pissy tonight I don't think competition without some buffer between me and him would be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3488851156074102851?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3488851156074102851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3488851156074102851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3488851156074102851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3488851156074102851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3764192157445419709</id><published>2008-01-31T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:20:03.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girr</title><content type='html'>Fate has a wicked sense of humor, just today I get around to getting this blog back up and running and tonight efx2 is experiencing some major down time, *le sigh* oh well I guess that means I have to get of my ass and back up my posts from over there, now if I could just figure out how to modify the date, so they are posted in the proper order, humm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3764192157445419709?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3764192157445419709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3764192157445419709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3764192157445419709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3764192157445419709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/girr.html' title='Girr'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-2715466626971230199</id><published>2008-01-31T09:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:15:54.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>woot! I remembered my name and password, I was planning on double posting here and at EFX2, just to make sure I had my info, just in case, ya know. Anyway I forgot my pasword, and even my gmail user name, how lame is that? but I figured it out and so I'll try(try) to memember to post both here and there, who knows maybe I'll even get around to back posting all the drivle I've written since I last blogged over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-2715466626971230199?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/2715466626971230199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=2715466626971230199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2715466626971230199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/2715466626971230199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-7638005611334965879</id><published>2008-01-30T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:36:23.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My beef with Nintendo</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know I got a DS Lite for Christmas, I love it, I like the games Styles picked for me and I play on it just about every day, however I have a complaint about some games, namely the Brain Age games and Flash Focus.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, theses games are designed to keep you sharp, to exercise the old grey matter, stave off Alzheimer's, keep your eyes working well, and all that jazz, but to me they fail in some areas. Flash Focus offers an [i]eye age check[/i] but it seems to me that it isn't so much a check of how well your eyes work as a check of how well you can play the games they throw at you, how else do to explain Styles getting a great score when he wears glasses and stares at computer screens all day,  I scored very poorly the first few times I did it(I have no vision problems) but once I learned the games I'm about where he was from the start. The same goes for Brain Age(one and two) it offers a [i]brain age check[/i] and the first several times I used it I got horrible scores, now that I've had it for a while and I know the games(and know how to pick the ones I like for the check)my brain age is much closer to my real age.  Is the game itself flawed? did they make some mistakes in the software or is it just the fact that I am not a gamer and I have no hope of ever being "good" at these things, I am far from a louse when it comes to brains, I do crosswords, sudokus, and I read a lot, so according to what all the "smart" people say I should have a very limber brain, I know it's just a game and I know it shouldn't bother me but it does.&lt;br /&gt;F***ing Dr Kawashima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-7638005611334965879?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/7638005611334965879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=7638005611334965879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7638005611334965879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/7638005611334965879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-beef-with-nintendo.html' title='My beef with Nintendo'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1964818462192259866</id><published>2008-01-23T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:35:24.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>I'm not ready for this...and I don't think I [i]ever[/i] will be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1964818462192259866?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1964818462192259866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1964818462192259866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1964818462192259866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1964818462192259866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-5363353262786189961</id><published>2008-01-18T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:34:49.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawwww</title><content type='html'>I'm pissy...I'll admit it I'm all bitchy and hormonal...and this to the cold, the horses being full of piss and vinegar from being in side and you have one bad combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing games with Styles but he gets so frustrated at times it's no fun for either of us, I wonder what good does it do to yell at the screen? why are we playing the game? it's obvously not because it's fun...yelling and getting all pissed off isn't fun in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a weekend of stuff ahead of us and I just don't want to deal with the world in general.&lt;br /&gt;Fair warning pissy woman on the loose! do not approach with out liquor...or chocolate...or both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-5363353262786189961?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/5363353262786189961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=5363353262786189961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5363353262786189961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/5363353262786189961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/rawwww.html' title='Rawwww'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6895566608176075883</id><published>2008-01-13T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:34:11.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend snippets</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why some people can't seem to grow up and get their shit together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made nummy pirogies for lunch yesterday(I'll post a pic soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do [i]NOT[/i] like wensleydale cheese *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have almost beaten Zelda:Twilight Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that is all ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6895566608176075883?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6895566608176075883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6895566608176075883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6895566608176075883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6895566608176075883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-snippets.html' title='weekend snippets'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6273786941157434518</id><published>2008-01-10T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:33:20.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for Dinner?</title><content type='html'>CUDIGHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v183/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2004880_7221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v183/223/39/786410230/n786410230_2004880_7221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is cudighi you ask? why it's a U.P. delicacy. The meat is similar to italian sausage but it has a unique flavor that I have yet to find in anything else.&lt;br /&gt;The U.P. has a rather strange mix of ethnic backgrounds, there are Fins...a lot of Fins, a few Swedes and Norwegians, a good portion of Cornish miners made it there home and also a large Italian population. This had lead to some rather interesting regional foods, most people in the great lakes region associate Pasties with the U.P and I'll get to those some day, but Cudighi is even more regional, it's offered at eatery's in the northern part of the U.P. only, I think it might even be more local then that and is found around the Marquette, Ishpeming and Negaunee area, i.e. north central U.P.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are wondering "how does she get that out in NoDak? well quite simply I buy it when we go home or my Ma ships it to me, but never fear if one of you has a hankering to try it you can order it from www.mamarusso.com they make the best cudighi around.&lt;br /&gt;Making it is easy, just thaw the meat and smoosh it into patties the shape of the buns you have, you must, [i]must[/i] have pizza sauce and mozzarella cheese but beyond that toppings are a matter of personal choice. We like saute'd mushrooms, I add black olives and a lot of folks do saute'd onion and even green peppers, basically any pizza topping goes well. Some people(heathens) eat it with mustard, relish, etc, like you would a brat/italian sausage and I guess that would be ok but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, what we had for lunch and a look into U.P. dining and culture :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6273786941157434518?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6273786941157434518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6273786941157434518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6273786941157434518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6273786941157434518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for Dinner?'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-3169695384285458399</id><published>2008-01-08T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:29:00.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>winces</title><content type='html'>I smacked the back of my hand on a door knob today, all those tender little bone, tendons and veins hate me now. This was right before I spent 4+ hours out in the cold barn, and did my chores, oh yes, easy to lift a manure fork when you can't grip with your left hand, and I was gonna play some guitar hero with Styles tonight too, darn it. It's all swollen and turning blue, I'm typing one handed, and now I can't play with my DS either, my nights fucked, maybe I'll just get sloshed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-3169695384285458399?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/3169695384285458399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=3169695384285458399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3169695384285458399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/3169695384285458399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/winces.html' title='winces'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-32732752614884810</id><published>2008-01-06T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:28:18.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dante</title><content type='html'>Because them Fins should be feared so I better keep on his good side :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v168/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1976693_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v168/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1976693_1345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-32732752614884810?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/32732752614884810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=32732752614884810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/32732752614884810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/32732752614884810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-dante.html' title='For Dante'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-104630098183322267</id><published>2008-01-01T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:59:23.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sad happy days</title><content type='html'>we are home from our trip to Michigan, it was good to see family but it was under some crappy circumstances,  but like Aunt Margaret said in the eulogy "Dad(Style's grandpa) knew that the only way he could be with all his children and grandchildren at Christmas was to be with them in spirit."&lt;br /&gt;I am finaly getting cough up on all my post alerts and I think I've commented on just about every one. I have nothing else of substance to report.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but keep an eye out either here of his place for a vlog of the journey and some of the pics Styles took, I'm one hot cold chick ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-104630098183322267?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/104630098183322267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=104630098183322267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/104630098183322267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/104630098183322267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2008/01/sad-happy-days.html' title='sad happy days'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-6070536109655830841</id><published>2007-12-18T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:00:07.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas MeMe</title><content type='html'>a Christmas MeMe, because I'm lazy and drunk and tired and sick of life....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? depends on the gift, some things are to hard to wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Real tree or Artificial? Real, but life doesn't allow one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. When do you put up the tree? First weekend after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. When do you take the tree down? the first weekend after New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Do you like eggnog? Oh yes, oh yes! but only if it's homemade with real eggs that will kill you and some bourbon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Favorite gift received as a child? My Little Pony's, I got a ton one year, I wish the Dogs hadn't eaten the baby buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Do you have a nativity scene? Yep, it's made of plaster and I panted it myself(I like to paint crafty things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Hardest person to buy for? My Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Easiest person to buy for? My love, his gifts are expensive but I know what he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Worst Christmas gift ever received? Ummm, I know I've gotten a few things that ended up in a thrift store before New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Mail or email Christmas card?Mailed Cards, I have yet to send any out though, here's to new years cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Claymation Christmas, or A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Anytime I find something a person on my list will love, maybe October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. Have you ever recycled/regifted a Christmas present?Yes I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Tookies! or Buckeyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. Favorite Christmas song? Frank Sinatra, A Baby Just Like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. Travel at Christmas or stay home? I'm torn, I like to be at home but my family is all 10+ hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18. Can you name Santa's reindeer? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen,  and don't forget Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. Do you have an Angel on top of the tree or a star? A star but I want a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas Morning, christmas eve is cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21. Most annoying thing about this time of year? The crazy people in town! shoppers get psycho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22. Best thing about Christmas? Remembering that Christ came to earth for me! and Having a family to thank God for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-6070536109655830841?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/6070536109655830841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=6070536109655830841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6070536109655830841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/6070536109655830841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-meme.html' title='A Christmas MeMe'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-8790685199857582389</id><published>2007-12-08T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:58:29.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a night out</title><content type='html'>Oh where to start...&lt;br /&gt;Styles and I like to try out food, we have a few favorite places to eat but we make sure we try each new restaurant in town at least twice, recently we realized there are some places in town that have been here for a while that we had yet to sample, after talking to a few friends and getting a feel for what kind of dining experience we wanted we chose [URL="http://www.sanders1907.com/default.htm"]Sanders 1907[/URL] it is arguably the best fine dining establishment in Grand Forks.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to go see The Golden Compass at the new cinema in East Grand Forks and then have a late dinner, but with my back being messed up and needing help with the horses and such we opted instead to put up our Christmas tree and relax a bit before venturing down town, I appreciated the time to get clean, un-barn smelling and generally make myself pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Sanders is right in the heart of the old center of town, one street away from the river, it's a place filled with old and intriguing buildings and unique shops, our favorite bakery is just a block to the north and the Scandinavian store is a block west. The square across the street hosts the weekly farmers markets as well as concerts and things throughout the summer. Inside the decor is different yet distinctive, my favorite thing was the door to the wine room, it had almost a sculpture on it, the door was glass but over the glass was a beaten copper art piece, it depicted a female statue with vines and grape clusters, along with smaller male figures that were both watering the vines and picking grapes, it was dimensional so as the door opened or as you moved it caught the light and you got flashes of the glass through the open spaces, I should have made Styles take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;The food, oh the food, for appetizer we chose "Wild" Mushrooms and also a  shrimp cocktail. The mushrooms were amazing, I was able to identify Portabello, Shitakke and another I knew but can't think of the name of, there were at least 5 different kinds, they were saute'ed and finished in a marsala cream sauce, oh the buttery, garlicky, creamy goodness. The shrimp were very fresh tasting and the cocktail sauce was unique, it had a flavor that took me a while to pinpoint but I think it was tumerick (possibly curry or cardimon as well) very tasty!&lt;br /&gt; For a main course Styles chose BBQ ribs, BBQ [I]buffalo[/I] ribs that is, smoked and covered in chipotle sauce they were divine, the sides were a weird coleslaw, I think it was red cabbage with red and yellow peppers( I didn't try it), also mashed potatoes, creamy, soft, decadent mashed potatoes. You get you pick of five salads with your entree so Styles got his favorite a caesar, I got to eat most of the anchovy from the top :)&lt;br /&gt; I chose Spicy Seafood Linguine, it was scallops, clams, shrimp and squid in spicy red sauce tossed with linguine, it was spicier than I was expecting and a bit to hot for my tastes but the seafood was great! for my salad I picked the Italian, just tomatoes, mozzarella, onions, balsamic vinegar and olive oil, I picked off the onions(I just can't eat them) but the rest was so good, especially with the added anchovy from Styles salad.&lt;br /&gt;After eating all that we both felt to full for desert so I'll have to post a review of their deserts and after dinner drinks some other time, oh darn guess we'll have to go back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-8790685199857582389?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/8790685199857582389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=8790685199857582389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8790685199857582389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/8790685199857582389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2007/12/night-out.html' title='a night out'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-4203886289802018656</id><published>2007-12-06T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:57:08.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>owie</title><content type='html'>I hate snow, it needs to die, it needs to stay in the arctic where the polar bears can enjoy it. Oh and the cold can go away too, tonight it's getting down to -4 and the high tomorrow is going to be -1, yes the [i]high[/i] temperature is going to be sub zero, but it gets worse, the low tomorrow night is set at -24, and for those that don't know around here the wind never stops, so with that factored in it's insanely cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this bitter rant? my back is fubar from shoveling and my cheeks are perma chilled from the time I spend outside, I am crabby and in pain, and tired but I know I won't be able to sleep, I took some motrin (prescription strength) I laid down with a hot pack on my back, I drank a bit...I think I need to bust out the big guns, where's the Anexia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-4203886289802018656?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/4203886289802018656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=4203886289802018656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4203886289802018656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/4203886289802018656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2007/12/owie.html' title='owie'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290609468803915613.post-1338224421925595258</id><published>2007-12-01T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:56:17.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonder Land</title><content type='html'>Yep snow again, we are supposed to get 5 to 8 inches today. On the up side it's not as cold, it's 16 right now and it's supposed to stay above 0 for the next few days, yaya for not freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I live so far north, I claim to like the snow and yet I can't stand being cold, I get chilled very easily and it takes forever to warm back up. I love to sled, ski, skate, etc but I could just as easily live somewhere warmer and just travel a bit to do those things. I like the longer days in the summer, having light from 5 AM until after 10PM is nice but the short winter days can sure give you a case of SAD(Seasonal Affective Disorder) when the sun isn't up until 8 AM and it's gone again by 4PM you start feeling like you live in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is decorate day! time to get out the tree and the lights and all my holiday crap, besides the tree I have a few light strings to hang, a Christmas village to set up and a lawn decoration to get out, it's Santa jack! I like the results but getting it all out and set up takes a bit of time. What about some of you? do you go crazy with the decorating? do you do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is get drunk and play poker(or other games) with Double L from Styles shop, I'm not a poker player but I plan on getting a few folks into a game of [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farkle"]Farkle[/URL] if I can, Farkle for shots sounds like a good plan to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have a good weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6290609468803915613-1338224421925595258?l=nysak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/feeds/1338224421925595258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6290609468803915613&amp;postID=1338224421925595258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1338224421925595258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6290609468803915613/posts/default/1338224421925595258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nysak.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-wonder-land.html' title='Winter Wonder Land'/><author><name>NysaK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701916791693365447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v115/223/39/786410230/n786410230_1035925_4365.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
