<?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-31633112</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:28.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In over my head...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-116287105548027269</id><published>2006-11-06T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:44:15.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My nephew, Isaac.&lt;/span&gt; He's beautiful. (I had that shirt made for him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/1600/Isaac%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/320/Isaac%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt; And I really wish I had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Music.&lt;/span&gt; It helps keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. TV.&lt;/span&gt; It's always there for me after a hard days work. Plus, it has beautiful creatures like Duane Lee from Dog the Bounty Hunter and Adam Savage from Myth Busters. (Ya, I know. It's weird but I think he's hot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject A: Adam Savage from MythBusters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/1600/adam_bio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/320/adam_bio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject B: Duane Lee Chapman from Dog the Bounty Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/1600/bl-dogs-son-duane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/320/bl-dogs-son-duane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.chacha.com"&gt;ChaCha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's so much fun. Go try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow... or as I think of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISSES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-116287105548027269?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/116287105548027269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=116287105548027269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116287105548027269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116287105548027269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-116286691412152828</id><published>2006-11-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:35:14.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggravated...</title><content type='html'>So I'm aggravated... Imagine that. Today was the longest, most annoying day ever. From start to my current position here at my computer desk. Yea, it doesn't seem to get better. I have soo much laundry to get done but yet... I'm sitting here at my computer desk. Oh the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm on ChaCha now, training another guide. Makin' me some mooola. And having a cigarette. I love ChaCha. Mostly because I can sit at my computer desk and no one bothers me... No noise, no constant bitching and most of all, the only phone in the place is on silent. Muhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be a stay at home mom. That would be my dream come true. But... I guess I need to have a kid first, eh? Oh well... we're workin' on that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-116286691412152828?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/116286691412152828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=116286691412152828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116286691412152828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116286691412152828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/11/aggravated.html' title='Aggravated...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-116286662584805518</id><published>2006-11-06T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:30:25.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChaCha's Beta Launch!</title><content type='html'>Everyone be sure to visit ChaCha and try out the Beta version! I hope you have a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, you'll be lucky enough to have me for a guide! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-116286662584805518?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/116286662584805518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=116286662584805518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116286662584805518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116286662584805518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/11/chachas-beta-launch.html' title='ChaCha&apos;s Beta Launch!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-116276691330283478</id><published>2006-11-05T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:48:33.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimpin' ChaCha</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey! Been awhile, I know. But lately, I haven't been online much. But that's all changing! As you can see by the large red balloon to the right, I'm an Official &lt;a href="http://www.chacha.com"&gt;ChaCha&lt;/a&gt; Guide. &lt;a href="http://www.chacha.com"&gt;ChaCha &lt;/a&gt;is totally cool too. Go check it out! You can actually search with a REAL person. Instead of searching through thousands of sites to find something, a &lt;a href="http://www.chacha.com"&gt;ChaCha&lt;/a&gt; Guide will help you find the most relavent websites according to your search. GO CHECK IT OUT! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chacha.com" title="ChaCha Search"&gt;&lt;img src="http://akhost.chacha.com/badges/chacha_bub_shadow_white.gif" style="border: none;" alt="ChaCha Bubble Logo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-116276691330283478?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/116276691330283478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=116276691330283478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116276691330283478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/116276691330283478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/11/pimpin-chacha.html' title='Pimpin&apos; ChaCha'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115578639845780585</id><published>2006-08-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:46:38.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My top ten smells of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Hubby's cologne.&lt;/span&gt; My God that can turn the switch on faster than anything I know. That boys smells so damn good after a shower and a splash of cologne mixed with his deodorant. Mmmm-mmm. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Newsprint.&lt;/span&gt; 50-60 hours a week, five days a week, all year-round.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Rain.&lt;/span&gt; Especially after a long dry spat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Dirt.&lt;/span&gt; I absolutely love the smell of a fresh tilled field before plantin' season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Garlic.&lt;/span&gt; I love it. On almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Fresh flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Whiskey.&lt;/span&gt; In a bottle. Not on someone's breath. Okay, maybe my breathe. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Clean laundry.&lt;/span&gt; I HATE doin' laundry but I love the smell of a nice, warm, cuddly shirt straight out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Fire.&lt;/span&gt; The most adrenaline rushin' shit you ever had. And the fact that I can tell you what's burning by the smell. House, grass, tires, car, etc. They all have different, wonderful smells of fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Cow manure.&lt;/span&gt; I know, you're thinkin' I'm one sick bitch huh?! I was born and raised on a farm. When I was little, I played in the stuff and when I was older I worked in the shit. Literally. My parents sold their cattle about 4 months ago and I miss those big son'bitches. They were a pain in the ass, but I loved them. And so did my Momma and I know she misses them terrible. But today on the way home, I got that wiff of poo that most people would cringe at. Me... I soaked it up. Bring on the cow poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115578639845780585?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115578639845780585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115578639845780585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115578639845780585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115578639845780585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-top-ten-smells-of-day.html' title='My top ten smells of the day...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115500556265224577</id><published>2006-08-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:52:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the shat hit the fan...</title><content type='html'>Most of my ex-boyfriends I dread. Okay, all of my ex-boyfriends I dread except one--just cause he's freakin' hot. Anyways, the one I dispise the more than anything, mostly because I'm ashamed I ever dated him, has been poppin' up here and there. Well, not really him, his brother. I'll explain: I was bored after the hubby went to work so I went over the diner (where I pick up some extra money and tips working when they need help) to visit with the girl who was working. Monday nights are really slow, so we can shoot the shit quite a bit. Anyways, we were sitting down chattin' and the phone rang. It was an order from the local refinery. No biggie. Couple of tenderloins, burgers, breaded shrooms, onion rings, pepper poppers, etc. I jumped up and helped get the food done and out so we could continue our conversation. I figured it was someone I knew that order so I asked.... and the name was strangely familar but it wasn't someone I REALLY knew. No worries. Then he walks through the door. My ex-boyfriend's brother and some other dude I barely barely know... (I honestly don't think he knew my name until tonight). Oh shit... this is gonna be fun. So I put on my happy face like normal and sweeten it up. Trying to make him think, "Damn, what was my brother thinkin--he treated her like shit. No wonder she left!" Haha... yea right. Anyways, they got their food to go and were paying at the cash register with the girl that was working. I was sitting down at our table smoking a cigarette, minding my own damn business and trying to look cute. When the girl comes back over to our table, she's laughing. Turns out the guys were having a big discussion on whether or not I "used to fuck his brother". Yep, sure did. Y'all are geniuses. Here's another newsflash: I hope it doesn't run in the family cause it sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115500556265224577?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115500556265224577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115500556265224577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115500556265224577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115500556265224577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/08/shat-hit-fan.html' title='the shat hit the fan...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115439994782434600</id><published>2006-07-31T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:39:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot, tired, dirty...</title><content type='html'>Today was supposedly the hottest day of the year, and I'd believe it. And of course, we got toned out right in the middle of my dinner. Stupid coal trucks. One flipped by my best friend's house. The driver was okay though. He just left one hell of a mess to clean up. Thank god for Marlboro, Diet Dew and a front-end loader. Otherwise, I might've died. I'm filthy, hot, sweaty and exhausted. I'm too old for this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I barely got to see my husband which aggravates me. I just really miss him. Especially today. I just want him near me more than anything. But, he has to work. And so do I. Someone has to feed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend goes to the OB tomorrow and then they'll schedule her ultrasound to find out the sex and make sure the baby's okay. I just hope the baby's healthy. But I really want her to have a girl. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to get in the shower, I'm filthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: "Tonight I Wanna Cry" by Keith Urban&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115439994782434600?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115439994782434600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115439994782434600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115439994782434600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115439994782434600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-tired-dirty.html' title='hot, tired, dirty...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115421259836163355</id><published>2006-07-29T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:40:40.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing in the dark...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm going fishin'. I love night fishin' and that's what me, the husband and my Pa are doing. So excited. We went last Saturday night too and ended up catching eleven catfish. They were each about a foot long, so we just threw them back. But it was fun! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of my music moods again. I'm on Wal-Mart Music Online downloading "Far Away" by Nickelback and "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" by Panic! at the Disco. I love me some Nickelback. Anyways, I need to add an iPod to my wishlist! I want one soo bad! Maybe I can find one on eBay for a steal. It'd come in handy so much! All those boring afternoons at work could be filled with my old skool and new music. Ahhh... What a nice dream to have. Maybe the husband will get me one for our anniversary or Christmas. Either way, it's like 5-6 months away, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a carseat/stroller travel system today at a yard sale. Almost new, Eddie Bauer one. Paid $20. I was really excited. Now, I need to get the husband to give me some swimmers to make me a baby. LOL. Nah, the travel system is for me when I babysit my new niece or nephew (who is due Sept. 19th) and my best friend's baby (who is due Dec. 24th). I'm so excited! Babies, babies, babies. I love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Need to buy cigarettes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: "Far Way" by Nickelback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115421259836163355?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115421259836163355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115421259836163355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115421259836163355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115421259836163355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/fishing-in-dark.html' title='Fishing in the dark...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115404979686515787</id><published>2006-07-27T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:26:25.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi-hi-hi-hi!</title><content type='html'>Well, evidently my husband didn't miss me nearly as much as I thought he would've. I tried to jump his bones, but he's too busy playing outside in his barn. Oh well. Lord knows by the end of the night he would've been on my nerves anyways! I slept shitty last night and I've been cranky and irritable all day. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just relaxing. Just got though watching Big Brother 7: All Stars. It was okay. I would've much rather seen Dr. Will go home I think. But who knows. One thing I am sure about is that I hate Janelle. She's freakin' annoying and way too man-like to be pretty. I would've liked to seen Chicken George or Danielle get the HOH. But oh well. I know it'll probably be one of the Season 6 alliance that wins and I've came to peace with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I haven't mentioned is that I'm going to be an aunt on or around Sept. 19th. Yay! My brother and his wife are expecting and we just had the baby shower this past Sunday. It was nice and she got a lot of things she'll need. But she's going to need so much more! I know they've still got a lot of stuff to buy. Babies are expensive. And I want one. And I thnk the husband wants one too. He's just scared. I could do it. I'd just have to quit smoking ASAP. And I would. I know a lot of people say they're going to quit and they don't but I would. Plus, the husband would drive me nuts about it if I didn't. And I'd drive myself nuts too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have any comments on my blog. Kinda upsets me. I just want some nice normal blog friends. Anyone interested? I swear I'm clean and low maintenance! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: "Two Outta Three Ain't Bad" by Meatloaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115404979686515787?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115404979686515787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115404979686515787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115404979686515787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115404979686515787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-hi-hi-hi.html' title='hi-hi-hi-hi!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115397004774469859</id><published>2006-07-26T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:14:07.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday night rambling...</title><content type='html'>My God I'm bored. There's nothing to do. I reckon I could go to sleep. But listening to my Old Skool music on my computer because I'm too cheap to go buy a CD. Blllahhh. Plus, there's nothing on TV. Not even my man, Duane Lee from Dog the Bounty Hunter. This time of year, there's not much of anything on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Big Brother 7: Allstars&lt;br /&gt;2. Hell's Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;3. Dog the Bounty Hunter&lt;br /&gt;4. That's So Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally that list would look like this during the TV season as I like to call it. When they play new episodes!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite shows of all time:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. ER&lt;br /&gt;3. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;4. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition&lt;br /&gt;5. That's So Raven&lt;br /&gt;6. Dog the Bounty Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's a lot more. I watch a lot of TV sometimes. I love me some Phil of the Future too. That usually comes on before or after That's So Raven. I like Disney Channel. And they have some good movies on sometimes too. The husband makes fun of me alot, but oh well. I don't spend hours in front of the TV watching The Outdoor Channel (even though I like the fishing and four-wheelin' shows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's 10. I need to go to bed. I'm exhausted. And I have another full day tomorrow. Thank God it's almost Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: "You're No Good" by Linda Ronstadt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115397004774469859?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115397004774469859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115397004774469859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115397004774469859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115397004774469859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesday-night-rambling.html' title='wednesday night rambling...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115396839334916584</id><published>2006-07-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:46:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scared...</title><content type='html'>So I said I wasn't going to talk about this but I have to. I'm scared, honestly. Most things don't bother me but this does. Mostly because it's way too close to home for comfort. There was a triple homicide in my small hometown, very close to my house. Granted, I have loaded weapons. So I shouldn't be scared. Plus, I have my husband and vicious beast of a dog to protect me. The accused shooter is still on the run from the law and he could be anywhere. Anywhere. Here in my hometown or China by now. Anywhere. It's just scary. It's scary to think that this is the same hometown that at home with my parents we used to not lock the doors at night. There was no reason too. Everyone knew everyone, and everything was peachy. But now, everyone is scared shitless. I'm packin', so I'm okay. But what about my neighbors. Most of them are old, feeble people who are staying locked up in their houses because they're scared to leave. Or they don't go out after dark. Like me. I normally sit on the porch and read, have a cigarette or talk on the phone. I love being outside. Not this week though. I've cooped myself up in my house. Out of fear. Fear that some person that I don't even know might hurt me or my family. It's scary. Is that stupid? Is it stupid that I have trouble sleeping at night? Or leaving my house after dark? Or going into my laundry room? No one should have to worry about these things. But I am. Because some punk kid was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pray that when I wake up in the morning they'll catch him. Peacefully. Lord knows I don't want to see anyone hurt, especially the police. They've all been working so hard on this case. Because they know what he's capable of. I just want him in lock down before he hurts himself or some innocent bystander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all that's on my mind. Most of that was rambling and I hope you understand. Sometimes you just have to get things off your chest. This works for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115396839334916584?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115396839334916584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115396839334916584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115396839334916584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115396839334916584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/scared.html' title='scared...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115388483787055443</id><published>2006-07-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:37:55.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be such a long day. And I'm completely dreading it. And it's almost 10:30 and I should be in bed. Seriously, I'm not a morning person. So anyways, I'm an advertising manager. We have tons of deadlines this week and my department is just nuts. But it's always nuts this time of the month. And I hate it. Hate it! Everyone's so damn bitchy. And seriously, I care probably more than anyone does about this shit, but calm it down. I mean come on, it can't be that big of a deal. These people take it over the freakin' top. Deadlines are fun. It makes life exciting. It's that finish-line effect. I love it. I live for it. Constant drama. That's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing my husband. I sent him off to work for the night and I'm just lonely I guess. I miss him. I really do. As much as he drives me up the wall, which he does daily, I miss him terribly. I tell him all the time but I don't think he grasps how much I miss him. He's my baby. I love him so much. Plus, I sleep so much better when he's home. Maybe that's it. I'm delirious. Yah... delirious. The lack of sleep has went to my brain, I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief called me at 3:30 at work and wanted me to go with him to the Chief's Meeting--um, no. Not gonna happen. You expect to be able to call me at 3:30 and want me at a meeting less than three hours away?! No way. Come on. Common courtesy says you should give me at least 24 hours. At least in my book. And I love those guys. The ones I know anyways. They're all so nice to me. Maybe cause I'm smart and aggressive or maybe cause I'm a chick. Or maybe because they know how much fun I am. I'd like to think all of the above but mostly, they wanna see my boobies. That's what it's always about! Just kidding, I love those fellas. They're goobers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the OLDEST music ever! EVER! "Miami" by Will Smith is Old Skool man. Old skool I tell ya. I never buy CDs anymore because I mostly listen to the radio since I don't have a CD player in my vehicular mobile. I have to use my portable CD player w/ the car kit--ya, that's Old Skool too. Tell me about it, I feel queer doing that, but sometimes I need some of MY music. Not the shit the radio will play over and over and over. Bastards. New shit! New shit or at least something you haven't played in the last 45-50 minutes. Jim-n-nee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed. I'm too tired for this shit. And if that pager goes off tonight I'm gonna be pissed. But I'll go. Just won't be happy about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115388483787055443?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115388483787055443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115388483787055443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115388483787055443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115388483787055443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115388078096100392</id><published>2006-07-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:26:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duane Lee is hot...</title><content type='html'>So here's my little dream boat for the week... or day. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/1600/castDetail_duane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4286/3436/320/castDetail_duane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he hot? My God he's freakin' delicious! And can you imagine him in turn-out gear. Mmm... just too tasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115388078096100392?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115388078096100392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115388078096100392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115388078096100392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115388078096100392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/duane-lee-is-hot.html' title='Duane Lee is hot...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633112.post-115387327465341260</id><published>2006-07-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:21:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring night...</title><content type='html'>It's another boring night. No runs. No visitors. No nothing. Just me and my TV. And my husband. At least till 8pm. Then my other boyfriend arrives. Well, not really. Just Duane Lee from Dog the Bounty Hunter. Yea. He's hot. I'd do him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm off to watch Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some friends? Anyone up for it out there? Leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633112-115387327465341260?l=asstchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/feeds/115387327465341260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633112&amp;postID=115387327465341260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115387327465341260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633112/posts/default/115387327465341260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstchief.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-night.html' title='boring night...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
