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  <title>Rain's Ramblings</title>
  <subtitle>Rain</subtitle>
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    <name>Rain</name>
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  <updated>2007-09-01T03:27:57Z</updated>
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    <title>Jayme</title>
    <published>2007-09-01T03:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-01T03:27:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/AUG2007/l_99f4700c9e6ba270b419e87fe434f3e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/AUG2007/l_71f7e418e6482339d26e9c4d14a88c72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:25698</id>
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    <title>I am so sick and tired of drama...</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T02:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T02:07:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, now I have his latest girlfriend sending me passive-aggresive hate mail on myspace.  She says I am bitter and that I don't know HIS SIDE of things.  Like I give a rats ass about his side. Fucker. Oh, and she can't believe I would post about this online. I told her I found it sad that she was so disillusioned with her own life that she needs to read all about mine, and comment on it! I don't have the time or the energy for this, so I blocked her ass.  I don't know how this woman thinks her nasty attitude is going to help with anything. Sarah is all pissed now because she is tired of his little ho's sticking their noses in our business.  Between the email chastising Sarah for forgetting his birthday and now this, she is pretty upset over the whole thing.  This whole thing is wearing me thin.&lt;br /&gt;On a high note, Jayme and Sean spoke on the phone today. Sean said Jayme sounded "really cool!" and that Jayme has TWO X-boxes!!!! So, that is great and I am glad they can get along.  &lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Louis moved into their new apartment last night.  Talk about sadness!  My little girl is growing up. She and Nate are going to stay with me part time for a while because all their doctors and other appointments are up here by me and until she gets a car, she doesn't want to be so far away.  She refused to change Nate's doctor because she really likes the office there and all the staff.  So, I can't blame her there.  When you find a good Ped's, its hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;Night all!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:25463</id>
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    <title>Holy shit!</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T03:49:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T03:49:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Crazy shit, again.  &lt;br /&gt;Sarah received an email from Nigel on Saturday night telling her she has a 16 year old brother in NY that she never knew about.   I wonder if his mother is the woman with the little red car that Sarah loved so much when she was little.  I don't know.  I do that math and more than likely Sarah's brother was conceived after Nigel and I split, but I can't help but wonder, you know?  I wonder if they were together BEFORE Nigel and I split.  Is she the reason Nigel left?  If so, I should email her and thank her.  She was the best thing to happen to us!&lt;br /&gt;As for Jayme, he is 16 and still living in upstate NY.  He seems like a great kid!  Looking at his picture, I can really see Sarah in him.  He has the full lips and the blue eyes, just like his big sister.  He has messaged me a couple of times and I like the kid.  He has a good heart. &lt;br /&gt;Through all of this, I can't help but think of Christina and how I found out that I had a sister I had never known about.  How weird the whole thing was.  I was 20 when I got in touch with my real father and that is when I found out that I had a 12 year old sister that lived not far from me.  She has been a blessing and I think that is how Jayme will be for Sarah.  He may be a blessing for Sean as well. Here is my reasoning....(heh. scary, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;...As far as I know, Nigel and I are actually still married.  I never filed for divorce and last I knew, he hadn't either.  Which would make Jayme my step-son. Right?  Following me so far?  So, that would make Jayme and Sean step-brothers.  Kind of.  Right? So, Sean has always wanted a brother.  He asked me a million times why couldn't Sarah have been a boy?  So, remembering the jealousy that Kim felt towards Christina, maybe if Jayme was also SEAN'S brother, then it may make this easier on all.  Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just cuz I know you are all going to ask, I think Nigel KNEW that Jayme's mother was pregnant when he left.  He abandoned yet another. What a man! &lt;br /&gt;Jayme is hoping to come out here next year to meet his sister.  I really hope he gets to, it would be good for both of them.  They both have wounds to heal regarding their father and sometimes it is easier if you have someone else to bounce shit off.  Someone who knows and understands what you are going through.  &lt;br /&gt;Over the years, Christina has become one of my closest friends.  Last time she was in PHX, she and I went to Kim's house to visit and it was such a nice time for all of us.  I hope someday Jayme, Sarah and Sean can have that.  I hope that over the years the wounds heal for all of us.  &lt;br /&gt;My "normal bitchy self" is even MORE pissed off at Nigel now.</content>
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    <title>James Douglas Morrison</title>
    <published>2007-07-03T14:21:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-03T14:26:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">12/8/43-7/3/71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Clip%20art/morrison1.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:24941</id>
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    <title>Mutha fucka!</title>
    <published>2007-06-17T23:26:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-17T23:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, he has decided to try AGAIN to reconnect.  He posted on my myspace blog about JUST finding out that he is a grandfather.  I had a temper tantrum.  He whined that "I" have been trying for 15 years to avoid him!  HUH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been accused of HIDING and of "covering my tracks". WTF does that mean? Every time I even tried to keep him informed, HE lost touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him when I moved to AZ. As a matter of fact, I called and gave him the address and phone number where we were living in Mesa. I called my husband to have another woman answer the phone and ask me "Who the hell is this?" We spoke for a few minutes (with Nigel, not with the girlfriend) and he never called again. He never even bothered with Christmas or Birthday cards for his daughter. NO, I did NOT tell him when I moved to Texas. This was YEARS after I had given up. (I was in Mesa for 7 years before moving to Texas, by the way. 7 years and we heard nothing, yet I move every 3 weeks and "cover my tracks"!) He found my Hadites page a few years back and I emailed him. He knew where we were. He came out to visit Sarah. (I was in Texas for three years. Not QUITE three weeks, but close, eh?) I did NOT sour her mind or tell her horrid things about her father. EVER. I never had a need too. She is a smart girl and is quite capable of making up her own mind about people. I have never had the will to sit around talking about my ex. I don't care enough to sit around talking about him. HE left ME. He abandoned US. NOT vise-versa. We put money down on a home in upstate NY and the NEXT FUCKING day, he decided he wasn't good with this "husband and father THING" and so we split. He knew where I was living in Cleveland, NY. He promised many times to pick Sarah up and didn't show. When he did, I would have to hear Sarah talk about Nigels new girlfriend and her cute red car. Then, one day while sitting in a bar on Salina street, I met a woman who lived in the apartment house Nigel and I had shared on Catherine Street. The one I moved out of and Nigel stayed in. This woman (we called her Hatchet Head. Not sure why...) and I got to talking and she informed me that the English dude that lived in the back apartment had moved back to England. I was unaware that he had even left the country. Yet, "I" am the one who keeps running and not telling him? I moved to another state. He left the fucking country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Texas, I moved back to AZ. Sarah is now nearly 18 years old. I don't have to hold her daddy's hand anymore and keep him up-to-date on Sarah or myself. This is HIS responsibility, not mine. Of course, when Sarah does try to keep in touch with her father, she gets nasty emails from his girlfriend chastising her for forgetting her fathers birthday. This, of course, did not sit well with Sarah who had not received many birthday cards, and she lost touch with her father, again. Now, Sarah is engaged to be married and she is a new mom. She tried to email him to let him know about Nate, but the email was returned unsendable. This is somehow MY fault? Bullshit. My "normal bitchy self" says Fuck you, Nigel. I don't give a shit if you ever read this. or if you ever come back to my "space". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted from him is for Sarah to have a father who gave a shit about her. I didn't want her to ever go through what I went through. Just a father who was there, not whenever it was convenient for him, but ALL THE TIME. I didn't move around that much that he couldn't have found me. Fuck, I am in the book. I ALWAYS make sure I am in the book, just for that reason. So that I can be found. And with the Internet, you can use whitepages.com and find anyone, anywhere, if they are listed. Which I am by the way, I just double checked. Address AND phone number. For ANYONE WHO GIVES A FUCK to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, for MANY FUCKING YEARS, protect you to her. I never spoke badly of you. I never bad mouthed you. I would never do to her what my mother did to me in that regard. YOU, Nigel, of all people, know how that affected me and I cannot believe you would even accuse me of it. That, of all the things you have done and said over the years, is the most hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what he expects from me. Am I supposed to have some warm and fuzzy feeling when I hear from him? Am I supposed to be happy that he found the time in his party schedule to include me? That he managed to spend a few moments after his pub crawl to type a few words on his computer and not even bother using the spell check feature? There was a time when I probably would have been happy to hear from him, but not now. Not when my life is FINALLY going right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/rant&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Zoid.  I miss the days when I could get all my friends to be just as immature as myself and flame the shit out of him on his own page. **sigh** Fuck it.  Probably would just get kicked off of myspace anyway, and that would suck.</content>
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    <title>And now...something just for Crevette</title>
    <published>2007-06-15T08:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-15T08:46:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not sure if you saw this, but I actually found it amusing...Orlando on HBO's show "Extras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooooches, whore.</content>
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    <title>Check out little Nate! **Video Star!</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T05:43:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T05:43:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:24215</id>
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    <title>New pics or our little man, Nate</title>
    <published>2007-05-27T22:44:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-27T22:55:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A couple new pics of Nathan.  There are more in my Photobucket, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/"&gt;http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/Picture128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/Picture126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/Picture119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been able to get a picture of it yet, but he has a dimple on his right cheek just like Louis! And, his eys are starting to lighten up to a greenish-blue.  His Irish/English roots WILL show along side his Hispanic roots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis and his mother are really pushing to have him baptized Catholic.  Sarah is having a hard time with this.  She was raised by me, a Wiccan and many of her beliefs are rooted in there.  Of course Louis and Hope are FIRMLY against Nate having anything to do with such heathenistic upbringings.  So the fight has started.  Sarah tried to tell them that their wanting him christened Catholic is just as drastic to her as the thought of Nate being raised by Wiccans is to them.  There must be a middle ground somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun shit, eh?</content>
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    <title>Heh</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T05:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T05:23:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just noticed at the top of my Livejournal, that there is a link that says "manage friends".  As I think of my friends, this amuses me.  How the hell can I "MANAGE" my friends?  There is no control anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**begins looking for new friends I can "Manage"**</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:23621</id>
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    <title>Ahhh...yes...</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T04:33:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T04:33:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your destined hottie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/billietheccwaffle/1057342432_utherland1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiefer Sutherland. If you watch the show 24 on Fox or have seen the movie The Lost Boys he may look familiar. He may be a little old, but he still has his good looks and his charm. Congradulations!&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/billietheccwaffle/quizzes/Who+is+your+destined+hottie%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/billietheccwaffle/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=164529"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>It seems....</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T01:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T01:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My daughter birthed a genious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true! Sarah said so.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:23128</id>
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    <title>May is my new favorite month!</title>
    <published>2007-05-16T04:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-16T04:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahhhhh, blessing in springtime. First a beautiful grandson and now a job offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was called into the Pharmacy Directors office where I was offered a new position within the pharmacy department, sort of.  Due to the "EXTRAORDINARY" job I have done over the past nine months, my job description and responsibilities have been changed and required qualifications were upped, meaning noone else within the building is qualified to do my job (short a few, but they wouldn't want it).  She sang my praises for a while and I did the whole "ahhh, shucks" shit while I drank up the praise like I had just lived through a 11 year drought. This of course means much more job related stress and busier days.  I couldn't be happier about that.  I thrive on that. After ten years in retail pharmacy, you learn to live off work related stress and a lack of excitement can cause serious boredom.  Of course, this means a, yet to be established as we are in negotiations, larger salary, which I am quite happy about.  As you can guess, I accepted the position.  Details to follow as soon as I get with the HR chick with my list of demands...er...negotiations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one of my co-workers took me out to lunch to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, CAKE! One of my other co-workers is leaving state, so we got CAKE. My favorite food group!&lt;br /&gt;Then, on my way home from work I stopped at Walgreens where I found a cart full of diapers on clearance at 50% off. I bought them all. This should last Nate a couple days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Nate, Sarah has been with Louis and his mother (she is in town from California for a week or so) for a few days and I really miss them both.  But, I speak with Sarah every day. Nate is such a good baby and he sleeps about 5 hours every night, getting up around 4am to eat, then sleeps again until 6 or 7.  And Louis' mother has been a big help to Sarah so she is getting plenty of well needed rest.  &lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am dealing with another bout of insomnia.  Not sure why, but I am starting to get sick of late night TV.  Even with hundreds of digital cable channels, it still sucks ass. &lt;br /&gt;Next Monday is the two hour season finale of 24. No more Jack Bauer for a while. Very depressing.  But, I own seasons 1,4 and 5 on DVD to help with the withdrawals.  Need to get my hands on seasons 2 and 3, but they NEVER have them at Walmart. WTF? &lt;br /&gt;I finally got The Lost Boys two disc special edition DVD in the mail a few weeks ago.  I was so damn happy I actually BOUNCED up the stairs to get the kids to sit and watch HOURS of special features, deleted scenes, commentary, etc...they were not amused but I am as happy as a pig in shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your day?</content>
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    <title>Time to play catch up</title>
    <published>2007-05-13T18:02:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-13T18:02:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, really I haven't posted in nearly five months. I noticed that my last post before Nathan came along was Dec. 24th. Christmas eve. Alot has happened in my crazy ass life in the meantime. So, it is sharing time.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;She and Louis are now engaged. I know this is a shock to all of you who last heard his name was when I posted about how I wanted him dead.  But, believe it or not, the kid has impressed me.  He has really turned things around.  He quit his partying and has really committed himself to being a good guy.  He was really there for Sarah throughout this pregnancy and managed to win over the whole family in the process.  He got promoted at work and is working on getting promoted again.  He is working hard and is still in school.  As you can tell by the photos, he is really a proud dad and is right there helping Sarah with diaper duty and all that fun shit.  They have been house hunting, but there is a chance they will be moving to Califonia.  The Masters program he wants a part of is not offered here in AZ. They only offer it in Florida, Chicago or California.  I figure no matter which they chose, I know Sarah will be safe and have people to turn to.  In Florida we have TONS of family, my biological fathers side, as well as Crevette and Major Thom and many of my High School freinds.  Chicago has Kevin, who I trust more than anyone on the planet (even if he is a racid bitch most of the time!) and Clare. Although Clare and I have never been super close, I know I can count on her and Josh in a pinch.  They would have his family in CA, and I have many friends there as well.  So, I am trying not to worry. The thought of Sarah and Nate moving ANYWHERE has me nearly in tears, and it's not even a definate they will move at all, but I am saddened at the thought. &lt;br /&gt;Sean is 14 now and going into High School next year.  I can't believe he is growing up so fast.  He is turning out to be one hell of a great kid and I am really proud of him. Even if he is beginning to notice girls a little more.  His teacher told me he is quite the Casanova at school and is always flanked by girls.  Amber called me the other day and said "Guess what your son is doing! He is outside my apartment, sitting on the stairs chatting up a girl! An OLDER WOMAN! She is 15 and in High School!" It's all over now, eh?  Girls are nothing but trouble!&lt;br /&gt;And then there is me.  Nothing else is really new. Still at the same job and still loving it.  Still living in the same apartment, but I am working on downgrading to a 2 bedroom now that Sarah is moving out (sob).  Still infatuated with Kiefer Sutherland.  Sexy bitch, how I love that man. &lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut off and got new "funky" glasses.  I am so hip now, I could just rip off my Depends and party like its 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is that.  This is me. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers day to all my bitches and hos.&lt;br /&gt;~Rain</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celticepic:22748</id>
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    <title>Nathan's Debut!</title>
    <published>2007-05-12T16:36:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T01:12:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Finally!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's contractions started late Tuesday afternoon.  Doc told her to go in due to the fact that she had been sick for a few days and was a little dehydrated. By 4:30 that afternoon, Sarah was admitted and on an IV to get her re-hydrated. Baby's heart rate was pretty high and they were a tad concerned.  By 8pm, the heart rate was better and she was 3cm dialated.  By 8am Wed. morning, she was still only 3cm, so the began the oxytosin drip and broke her water. Things didn't progress very quickly and they kept uping the oxytosin. Once they hit 16mu/min things finally began to happen. Contractions were hard and strong and she jumped to 5cm.  Then, she stalled again.  When she asked for her epidural, they couldn't yet because that dude was in with a c-section, so she had to wait another hour.  6pm, she got her epidural. Still only 5cm. They uped the oxytocin again and sure enough, she jumped to 9cm in about an hour.  She began to push around 7:30pm.  Nathan did not seem to want to come out and at one point, the doc started talking C-section because his little head was stuck and couldn't get past her pelvic bone.  But, at 9:30pm, my little girl gave birth to a NINE pound ONE once baby boy!   I cried. Alot. He is beautiful and I had forgotten how quickly you can fall in love with another human.  He breaks my heart every time I look at him.  Nathan has bruises on his little head and a pretty nasty cut from getting stuck on her pelvic bone, and you can only imagine the pain Sarah has been in between her pelvis and the fact that she got pretty torn up and has quite a few stiches in her cooche. Darvocet is a fucking joke.  &lt;br /&gt;I have shit loads of pics up on my Myspace page if anyone would care to take a look. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/celticepic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/celticepic&lt;/a&gt;. And there are even more in my photobucket. &lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/"&gt;http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Nathan%20Patrick/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Merry Christmas, fuckers</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T22:59:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T23:00:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love you all.  I miss you all.  May your days be merry and bright and all that good cheer and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooches and love,&lt;br /&gt;Rain and the sprinkles.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>It's a boy!</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T17:42:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-10T17:48:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Little Zachary or Joshua (it's down to the two) is due May 6th, 2007.  Sarah is feeling alot better and seems to have pretty much passed the morning sickness stage.  She had lost 15lbs in a month and a half but has finally gained a whopping three pounds as of Friday.  Baby is doing great and if I can get to a scanner, I will be scanning in the pics of my grandson!  YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.   I'm excited now and we went out a bought some stuff.  Sarah is going with a Winnie the Poo theme, so we got some receiving blankets and onesies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, season premiere of 24 next month!  Four hours of non-stop Keifer action and I am very excited.  I saw the prequel on YouTube last night.  All I can say is "Leave my Jack alone, you bastards!"&lt;br /&gt;**Sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally quit the Cafe job.  I just couldn't do it anymore.  So, my weekends are free again!  I am going christmas shopping today with a friend and I actually have a little money to spend on the kids.  This is the first year in many that I havn't stressed TOO terribly bad over finances around this time of year.  Things are finally looking up.  I just have to work on not looking for the other shoe that is bound to fall. Damn pessimist in me has got to go.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack all dressed in black, black, black...</title>
    <published>2006-09-29T04:01:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-29T04:04:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Don't ask.  That shit is stuck in my head.  I must be over tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks into this damn pregnancy and Sarah is sick as a dog.  She pukes morning, noon and night.  Poor kid can't keep anything down.  She puked so much she started throwing up bile and blood, freaked out and went to the ER where the did a sonogram, showed her the baby and gave her pictures.  Then they told her that the placenta is tearing away from the uteris and she may lose the baby.  Nice.  She was on bed rest for a few days and is now trying to take it easy until she can get in to see her OB.  She has an appointment Oct 5th, the soonest they could get her in.  She is still working, but they moved her into the Cafe with me.  I am training her in there so she can take my place.  She likes it better than running food in the Clubhouse.  The vibe is a little more laid back and she doesn't have to carry bus tubs and trays up and down those fucking stairs.  And, it's fun working with her on Saturday nights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names!  The fun shit.  My mother freaks if someone is pregnant and doesn't have a name picked out.  So, she and Sarah brainstormed and came up with a couple.  This, of course, can change at any time, but for now Sarah seems set.  Logan Patrick if it is a boy.  Olivia if it is a girl.  The middle name is still kind of up in the air.  She is leaning towards Olivia Mae but likes Olivia Yvonne as well.   My mother called her talking crazy shit about spelling Olivia with an A at the beginning.  Alyvia?  Alivia?  Sarah flat out refused that mess.  She also turned down my idea of naming the baby "Occupant"! I mean, hell!  The baby would always feel special with all the mail he/she would receive!&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me on this one?</content>
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    <title>I need to learn to be tougher</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T19:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T19:55:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I turned in my two weeks notice at the cafe a good month and a half ago.  They have yet to find someone to replace me, so I continue to work weekends there.  Tonight, I had won tickets to the Godsmack/Rob Zombie show and I HAVE TO WORK AT THE CAFE!  Everyone says "just don't go! You don't even work there anymore! You fulfilled your two weeks already! THREE FOLD!"  But I can't do it.  I can't seem to NOT work there.  They guilt me back in every time.  So, I won't be going to see Godsmack tonight and I am saddened.  I love Godsmack.  They are one of my favorite bands.  I can live without Zombie, but Sully Erna?  I lurve him.  My son is taking the tickets and he and Ambers boyfriend are going.  Shit.  Sean gets to see them and I will be WORKING!  Why can't I tell them all to kiss the fattest part of my ass and NEVER go back?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a lackey.</content>
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    <title>Beavis and Butthead</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T05:46:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T03:45:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sarah-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/sarah-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sean.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/Sean.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1164310389_l-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/1164310389_l-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1165959925_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g84/Celticepic/1165959925_l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>And the fun begins...</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T06:05:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T06:05:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, things are calming a little here now that the shock has subsided a bit.  Sarah spent the past few days making some serious decisions.  Abortion was never an option for her.  Although she is far from a "pro-lifer"  she just can't bring herself to consider this an option.  So, she toyed with the idea of Open Adoption.  She thought maybe that she could do it if she was able to keep track of her child and maybe even see him/her once in a while.  She has decided against that as well.  She is keeping the baby.  Now that the decision is made, I feel better.  I hate when things are up in the air, either way.  I just need an answer so we could begin making a "plan of action".  And, now that mom has calmed herself and apologized for her initial reaction, things are calming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the plans so far.  Sarah is still planning on collage, but online now, as that will be easier with the baby.  She is thinking about property management for now because the manager here at the complex we live in is retiring next year and said she thinks she can get Sarah a job here if she gets her certificate.  If we can do that, then Sarah can get her own apartment right here in the complex and have me, Evelyn and Amber around for support and Mom and Dad right down the road.  Rent would be severely reduced if not free and utilities would be included. The pay is decent and without having to worry about rent, she could actually do pretty ok.  Child care would not be a problem as Amber and Evelyn work nights and I work days.  There would always be someone to help out and Sarah would still be in the complex for emergencies.  Then, she can continue with school online in the evenings and weekends or part time and pretty much do whatever she wants. (She wants to be a legal secretary and then continue on to become a paralegal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my mother stresses over the weirdest things.  Her biggest concern at the moment?  Names.  We are going around and around over the importance of naming a child 7 months before it is even due.  Mom says the sooner the better that way you can begin talking and bonding with the child right away.  I say that is crap because the child cannot here WHAT you are saying even if they can hear your voice.  Yes, I do believe they begin to recognize voices whiles still in the womb, but I don't think they understand words and whatnot.  But, mom is convinced.  So the name game has begun.  &lt;br /&gt;So far we are having a harder time with boys names because Sarah knows people with all the "good" names.  The names I suggest she likes but if she knows anyone with that name it is shot out the window.  So, Ethan, Aiden and Ian are all no go's.  She is very much like me and goes for English and Gaelic type names.  Girls names are hard because there are so many she likes.  Rhiannan, Kayleigh, Olivia (although Sarah won't use this because Crev and Thom have an Olivia and Sarah doesn't want to "steal" the name), Kaitlyn, Madilyn (Yes spelled like that!), Haley, Fiona (pretty much no.  FF as initials?), Kylee, Audrina (I have a hard time with this one only because of that damn book "My Sweet Audrina" by VC Andrews!).  Then we shot out a bunch of my faves because she is giving the baby her last name so Haley, Kayleigh and Kylee with her last name (Frary) she feels is too much "EEES!" See the direction she is going here?  So, this is my mothers mission, I guess.  She is going to email Sarah once a week with a list of ten names (five girls and five boys) and begin to narrow down the search until Sarah makes a decision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on the name front would be greatly appreciated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Sooo, yeah...</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T01:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T01:00:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mother is not taking this very well at all.  She freaked out and screamed about how Sarah is throwing her life away. How could Sarah let this happen, she yelled. Sarah will never have the chance to grow into an adult, she has to be thrown to the wolves. My mother has a point, but I was 18 when I became pregnant with Sarah and I have NEVER considered my life to be anything less the wonderful with her in it.  Yes, it has been difficult and I have struggled, but has it really been that bad? (Texas NEVER HAPPENED, right Krista?) I am pretty pissed at my mother right now.  I don't understand why she has to be so damn negative ALL THE TIME.  This is all hard enough to deal with without getting all freaked out and making things harder on Sarah than it already is.  What's done is done and all we can do now is pull together AS A FAMILY and support her in her time of need, not get all high and mighty and alienate her.  Why lay on all that guilt and shit?  Does my mother not remember having me at 17?  Shit.  Sarah feels bad enough without her grandmother turning on her like that.  Thank god for my friends, who are so supportive and loving towards my kids that, really, my mothers rage isn't making that much of an impact on Sarah.  Just on me.  I am spitting mad right now.  She even emailed me at work asking where Sarah was today as she was trying to get a hold of her.  More than likely Sarah saw who it was on the caller ID and didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my friend Evelyn and her daughter Amber and their whole family are all excited about this.  I mean, way TOO excited about it.  I just think that Sarah has a lot of thinking to do and decisions to make and NO ONE should be forcing their opinions on her, either way.  I understand that they think this is all great and all, but I am not sure I do yet, nor does Sarah.  Up until a few weeks ago, Sarah was never going to have kids.  She was dead set on collage and career.  Now, all her energy will have to go into being a parent.  I don't give a rat's ass what Evelyn and Amber say, this is NOT going to be easy.  It is way to easy for them to say that, as they have never had goals and are way to quick to rely on public assistance, food stamps and medicaid in order to survive.  Don't get me wrong, I have had to go there as well, but I don't keep churning out kids and not doing anything to better myself.  And shit, Amber never even raised her first child, her mother did.  Amber lost custody of her second child and her two boys are, for the most part, unsupervised.  Evelyn has 6 kids from 6 men and gave up her dreams years ago.  I had to give up my dreams.  Having a child means pretty much giving all of yourself to that child, at least for the first few years.  That is why everyone should wait until they are married, settled and financially stable before having kids.  I know my life would have been a little easier if I had waited.  So why make her think this is going to be cake?  It's NOT. I don't want to scare her, but she has to be realistic about this.  She has to realize that no matter how many friends and family you have around you to help, this is HER responsibility.  She will have to make some serious sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't want to see my little girl cry anymore.</content>
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    <title>SHIT</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T17:42:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T17:42:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SARAH IS PREGNANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AT A LOSS.</content>
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    <title>celticepic @ 2006-08-22T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T02:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T02:41:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, do you all remember the bitch fest I had not too awful long ago about the chick I had left in charge of the Hideout while I was on internet "hiatus".  She had changed and rearranged all sorts of shit and I was FINE with that.  But, then she had posted a file welcoming new members and citing herself as "founder".  I had a fit.  Well, I got over my initial angst until today when I got an email from Rich, the other moderator I had mentioned, asking me if I could reinstate his moderator status because she had taken it upon herself to DELETE HIM!  I checked the log and she did this on Aug. 15th. AFTER I had I had come back and taken over again and AFTER my bitch fest.  Who the fuck does she think she is?  So, I went back in and reinstated Rich as my moderator and took away most of Carrie's moderator privileges.  She can no longer change ANYONE'S status in the club.  She can no longer change ANYTHING on the site.  She can only approve or deny unauthorized emails and shit.  That is it.  The first time she abuses THAT, she is gone.  She will not longer be a moderator at all. And because I am such a rancid bitch, I made Rich a co-owner of the site.  HE  is now where he belongs, sitting beside me in the seat of POWER!  Now, noone can remove him as moderator or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a petty bitch.</content>
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    <title>Ground Control to Major Thom!</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T07:51:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T07:51:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The walls are high.  The ground hogs are grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' it!!!</content>
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    <title>Sooo, yeah</title>
    <published>2006-08-20T08:53:15Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I got a message on my myspace page from a guy who said he went to High School with me.  I messaged him back and said "who the hell are you?" because I didn't recognise his pic and he didn't have even his first name on the page anywhere!  Turns out it was Scott Long. What a trip.  Another one to try and talk into Chicago....</content>
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