<?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-8861456</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:30:45.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGB Digital Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>That Girl Band's Digital Diary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>That Girl Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11800283806947171439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.thatgirlband.info/new/images/thatgirlband.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113639077643732126</id><published>2006-01-04T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:06:16.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe the hloidays are through!</title><content type='html'>I have been so consumed with other things that I haven’t written in my diary for a while now. I’m sure I will leave some things out in here but I won’t forget them in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New Year’s was excellent.  I got me a tool belt, a police scanner, gold hoop earrings, DVD’s, and all sorts of other things. Brea got a diamond and gold bracelet, DVD’s, shirts, sleep pants, and again, all sorts of stuff. Carrie drove down to N.C. with us the day after Christmas and my dad gave her a Gibson, double neck guitar! The girl was afraid to touch it when she opened it and cried her eyes out! It was a great gift for her and a very nice thing for my dad to do.  The trip was fun itself, and we played with the twins and with Maddy, they are getting so big and precious. Carrie, Brea and I went into some old worn down country houses for fun and we found an old record player that still works. No telling how old it is. It needs some cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new project I’m working on, as of today when I’m through typing in my diary, but it has nothing to do with the band, I’m going to write another book that will hopefully get published. With the idea that I have, I will be able to have volume after volume and who knows what will come of it. I’m still working on the project for the band that’s been in the air for a year and a half now, still haven’t given up on it. I also have another show idea I’m going to put together in my spare time. It has to do with the band, but focuses more so on something else that a lot of people have interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been nice not playing out as much as we were used to. It’s spoiling me a little bit. I’ll never let the band go, but there is nothing wrong with taking breaks. No need to kill ourselves unless we need to, right? And we are getting OLDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea’s first day back to work was yesterday. I hated to see her leave, that spoiled me too. I love having her around, all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113639077643732126?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113639077643732126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113639077643732126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-believe-hloidays-are-through.html' title='I can&apos;t believe the hloidays are through!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113501871027188856</id><published>2005-12-19T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:58:30.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a major award, and it's fragile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week and weekend has been really good. I was slam busy on Friday. I got up with Brea and went out to finish up all my Christmas shopping. I had just enough time to get back here and wrap them and then I had to head out to get the U-Haul for Carrie’s Christmas party that night. We had to be there early, the show was to get started at 8pm but we waited a little bit so more folks could show up. The show went over really well. It was a party, but nothing like Brea’s. Carrie got a little sh*t faced but the rest of us didn’t do much but drink a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea finished up her shopping on Saturday and brought home something I’ve been dying to have since I was a little girl… the leg lamp, from the movie A Christmas Story! It’s a miniature leg lamp! I love it! I can’t believe I have one of my own now! While she did her shopping I gave Stevie a haircut and a bath to get her ready for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we opened a gift each, again. We can’t help it; it’s something we do! I got the best thing ever, a police scanner! I can pick up all sorts of stuff, you wouldn’t believe it. I still have to learn how to use it correctly. There’s a lot of programming and stuff involved. I gave her the best gift too. Something she’s been wanting for a long time, a classic PS2 game that has Pac-man, Galaxa, Pole Position, Dig-dug and a bunch of other old 80’s video games all in one. I couldn’t keep her off it yesterday! It made me feel good, that I got her something she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to take Stevie to Petsmart when Brea gets home from work. We have to get the kids some things and Stevie has wanted to go and hang out with her friends. She also has a few presents of her own to buy for her closest buddies. I love strolling her around in her stroller, especially in stores. And Stevie thinks she is something else when she’s in it. It’s the cutest thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113501871027188856?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113501871027188856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113501871027188856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-major-award-and-its-fragile.html' title='It&apos;s a major award, and it&apos;s fragile...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113457623699400926</id><published>2005-12-14T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:03:57.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made a ginger bread house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea had a rough day at work yesterday. It seems everyone was having a bad day. I told her to just smile and know that in a few days she will begin her vacation and that right now a lot of people are stressed out because of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie said her girlfriend was really sick, with bronchitus and such. Carrie isn't feeling that well either. I hope they both get plenty of rest and start feeling better before this weekend. It's their company Christmas party Friday night and I'd hate the thought of them being there, miserable. I pray for all to be healthy and to feel good on Christmas day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Brea and I stepped out to pick up a few things. One of the thigs we got was a ginger bread house kit. My woman wanted a ginger bread house and has never had one before, so when we got home I started to make it and she helped me decorate and finish it off. It is so cute and has the whole house smelling just right for Christmas. I didn't expect it to be able to smell it as much as you do, but we love it! We also bought Billy Blanks new workout DVD's and will be starting those today. From what we've seen so far we are going to be worn slam out when we're done! It'll be fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some stress on us, not much and it's all beacuse of other people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113457623699400926?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113457623699400926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113457623699400926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-made-ginger-bread-house.html' title='We made a ginger bread house!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113449273809063025</id><published>2005-12-13T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:52:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangovers from hell!</title><content type='html'>The remote this past Thursday was really fun. Lisa, the girl I always hang out with, brought her mother along. She even won something the radio station was giving away which made it cool since it was her first time coming out. I think she’ll be back this Thursday as well. We had a few men hitting on all of us, and they were cute too. I can admire beautiful men and women, but that doesn’t mean that I want to be with a man or cheat on my woman either. It doesn’t matter who’s flirting with ya, as long as they’re flirting. We’ll worry when it stops but for now we eat it up, as women should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Brea and I exchanged one gift each. We couldn’t wait, as usual. We go through this sort of thing every year. She gave me this beautiful chalk portrait of Marilyn Monroe in a matted frame and I gave her a pair of diamond earrings set in white gold. We were both very happy with our gifts. But we had one problem. Brea has more than one piercing in her ears and you could tell the difference between the real diamonds and the cubic zirconium ones. So Saturday morning we got up and went back to J.B.R.’s at the mall and I bought her another pair. They look good! We had to get out of the house anyways to do some shopping and while we were there we ate some lunch, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we get ready for the show at a friend’s condo that is right beside the crab house where Brea’s company party was being held. All I know is everyone had a real good time. Christie Michael got up on the microphone with us, as did a few other d.j.’s and people Brea works with. It was truly a Christmas party, that’s all I can say. I had been to a few of these parties in the past with Brea and I have to say they were nothing like this one. People were drinking and laughing and dancing and really letting loose, including ourselves. I was sick in the bathroom along with other girls, and guys were taking their clothes off and girls were all over each other on the dance floor… all in all, a pretty normal night for THAT GIRL BAND! haha                 My baby, oh, my poor baby… was wasted. This was at the end of the night so she didn’t make a fool of herself in front of anyone. I had to physically carry her down the stairs, and we almost went tumbling down the stairs and this is when I though I was going to have my first heart attack! It scared me so bad! And I carried her outside, and had to hold her against the railing, then drag her to the van… it was a mess. The worse was when we got home and I finally got her settled in bed. I had this projectile puke thing going on and couldn’t make it to the bathroom because I was in the middle of undressing and my pants were around my ankles, so I ended up puking on my side of the bedroom on the floor, so then I was stuck cleaning that up and I was falling all over the place. It was a mess, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the whole day, was terrible. My woman couldn’t move, not even an inch, without getting nauseous and puking. She couldn’t keep anything down and finally stopped puking around 9 that night. I took care of her the best I could. I was in the same boat as her, I was able to keep things down though. She needed the sleep and the rest anyway. She had started, ya know, and she had been working so much, she had just done a commercial for charity, a remote, worked all day, and on top of it all sick, and not to mention we only had lunch the day before. She was still feeling bad yesterday, now the cold symptoms were rearing its evil head again. So I got up and escorted her to and from work so I wouldn’t worry about her being on the road, she was still a little dizzy and sick feeling. While she was at work I got busy with the house cleaning. I mopped, dusted, did the laundry, gave Stevie a bath, washed out the downstairs bathroom, cleaned the rugs and all the rest of the stuff I normally do. By the time I was done it was time to go and pick Brea up from work. She was feeling much better, thank God. I hated her being so sick, and there was really nothing I could do for her but cater to her needs. She bought me a card to thank me for taking care of her which I thought was so sweet. She is the most thoughtful woman I know, and I have her, and she’s mine, and I love her! She told me that everyone at all the stations had a wonderful time and that it was the best Christmas party the company has ever had and that that’s all their talking about, still. That makes me feel good, we all had a great time that’s for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea got up this morning with no problems. She was coughing a whole lot trying to get the congestion out of her chest. I’m going to get her some good medicine today that will hopefully knock it out of her. To be perfectly honest with you I still haven’t really eaten since Saturday. I have puked so much from drinking in this band that I have messed something up. My esophagus and the top of my mouth and the back of my throat hurt so bad when I try to chew or swallow anything, and that includes some liquids as well. A few bites here and there, I’ve starving. I’ve had this happen several times in the past but it would only last a day at the most. This is Tuesday and it still hasn’t gone away. I know what it’s from, all the acids in my stomach coming back up is not good for me, especially if you think about how much drinking and puking I’ve done these past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to do some more work on this puter then do some exercises, to get my muscles and joints moving, and then take a hot shower to get ready for my woman when she gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113449273809063025?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113449273809063025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113449273809063025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/hangovers-from-hell.html' title='Hangovers from hell!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113407115219855146</id><published>2005-12-08T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:45:52.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the germs to yourself!</title><content type='html'>It really seems like everyone is sick these days, and I’m thanking my lucky stars I haven’t caught anything yet, knock on wood. Brea was really feeling under the weather yesterday along with Carrie and Henry. I hope they all can just make it through the next two weekends because of the Christmas parties. It’ll all work out, we’ve played under worse conditions before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had practice last night and Brea’s friend Katie came over to rehearse a couple of songs we play so at Brea’s party this weekend she’s going to get up on stage with us and sing. She is a really nice and pretty girl, with a wonderful personality. We all were up there laughing and joking around, all the while practicing the songs we’re going to be doing but haven’t performed in over three years. She stuck around after practice for a few minutes to hang out and to get to know each other a bit more. She’s a good friend of, get this, one of the N-Sync guys, I forgot which one but she’s in constant contact with him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had been a draggy day for me. I think it’s almost that time of the month, I can just feel it. I hate it! I hope it comes and goes by the time Christmas gets here. We’re going to Brea’s remote tonight at the same old country place, Saddle Ridge. I believe Katie and some others girls are going to meet us out there to have a few drinks, and of course I know I’m going to run into my bar buddy, Lisa, whom I haven’t seen in two weeks. So I know we have a lot of catching up to do. It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have to get out of the house pretty early to pick up some of Brea’s presents and I also have some grocery shopping to do. I’m wondering if it’s too early to go ahead and buy Christmas dinner too. We’ll see…  I can’t wait for Christmas and for Brea’s Christmas vacation to start. The 23rd is her last day for almost two weeks! Yeah for our kids and me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to get agitated with Mitty’s. We played there two weeks ago and still haven’t gotten paid for it yet. I don’t like the idea of people owing us money out there, and it’s a pretty big chunk too. This has been the longest we’ve gone waiting to get paid from a gig, even from out of town gigs, and I’m not digging it too much. Carrie and Henry really depend on their pay from the band to help them with their living expenses so it’s not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113407115219855146?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113407115219855146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113407115219855146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/keep-germs-to-yourself.html' title='Keep the germs to yourself!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113388873785751735</id><published>2005-12-06T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:05:37.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm keeping warm... &amp; staying at home!</title><content type='html'>I meant to write in here yesterday, but I was overwhelmed with house things and had to go out into the cold. I took Stevie with me to keep me company and to get her out of the house some. She is very heat sensitive and gets hot pretty fast so the winter is the best time of the year for her, she loves it while walking around with her little t-shirt and scarf on. Lisa made her a TGB scarf last year and we always break it out in the winter to keep her sweet little neck warm. I think Lisa is going to try and make Stitch a little something to wear along to match Stevie. That’ll be real cute. Plus, I was a little stressed out which Brea took care of when she got home. I didn’t even want to talk about it until she asked me over and over again and sure enough I felt a bit better after I talked to her, she always makes me feel good but sometimes I hate the idea of bothering her with things that really don’t even have anything to do with us, but the close people to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold at the beach over the weekend but I wore my fur coat so I didn’t feel too much of anything. I have a feeling I’m going to be wearing that a lot this year. Sekshun 8 was a fun band to play with and we had a great time with them. We are already planning to do another show with them. Maybe we’ll have another band with us, hopefully not and if we do it ain’t going to be another girl band. That’s all I will say about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Brea took her mom to get her hair done and out to eat. I stayed back to allow them some alone time together. They don’t get to spend that much time together by themselves like my mom and I do. While she was out she picked me up a few presents and some wrapping paper. I’m dying to know what I’ve gotten so far. This weekend some time I must get to my _________ to pick up two of her special gifts. (I have to leave it blank in case she reads this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa stopped by for a few minutes yesterday and so did Carrie. Lisa dropped off some candy and Christmas cards and Carrie needed to pick up some music that we’re going to be working on. I decided that it would be no better time to break out the Soco and Eggnog so we all had a glass to toast to the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my brother this morning. Things are great in N.C. I heard my Aunt Caroline went back to her husband that she separated from a few months ago. That bothers me a little bit and I hope everything is going alright for her. She has yet to call and tell me about it and she supposedly went back to him last weekend. I’m waiting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Brea’s company Christmas party, once again, down at the oceanfront. I know she’s anxious to show off for everybody but I just want to get it over with. I know she has put a lot of time into this one show and will continue to do so until we play that night. I just hope she relaxes and remembers that we do this all the time and everything is going to work out fine. I have to call and reserve that d*mn U-haul van. God, that sucks! The past few gigs we’ve been able to use our van and I was getting back used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice tonight, and tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113388873785751735?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113388873785751735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113388873785751735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-keeping-warm-staying-at-home.html' title='I&apos;m keeping warm... &amp; staying at home!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113345490457174652</id><published>2005-12-01T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:35:04.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remote night for BOB.FM!</title><content type='html'>The band had practice last night and we came to discover we will be doing some songs that Brea, Carrie and I used to do when we first started in this band. It was pretty funny; Carrie and I remembered our parts like clockwork! The two of us had the other three laughing their tails off! It’ll be fun doing these songs again, since we haven’t done them in so long and all these songs have been requested for the Christmas parties we’ll soon be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to our personal belly dancer yesterday and she told me that she will be getting on stage with us this Saturday night at our show. She’s really good and I’m looking forward to it. She told me she is going to be down at the beach pretty much all day because she is also on a float that is going to be in the lights parade show the city is having only a couple of hours away from our show. Traffic is going to be awful so I’m glad she gave me the heads up on everything, we’re going to have to leave really early that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have a remote at the same country bar we’ve been going to, Saddle Ridge. I get to meet up with all my friends on that side and catch up on things that have happened the past week or so. I’m making a big pot of spaghetti for dinner. I’m actually going to cook it early so when Brea gets home we can squeeze our exercises in, heat up our dinner and eat it all up and then get ready to go to the bar. I think Debb, Brea’s sister, is going along with us tonight. She mentioned it going on Thanksgiving and then again when we went over to Brea’s mom’s house for her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for now, will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113345490457174652?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113345490457174652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113345490457174652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/remote-night-for-bobfm.html' title='Remote night for BOB.FM!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113337255061476775</id><published>2005-11-30T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:42:30.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My woman is the best!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was a blast! The night before we had practice and what turned out to be a little get together which included my brother and his wife, Lisa, Carrie, Heather and eventually her girlfriend, and Brea and me.  There was a little drama involved, but nothing to do with Brea and me. Tommy and Jenny were getting a kick out of it all and were setting back watching and laughing like they were watching a movie! They love coming over here to witness first hand all the things we try to tell them. I had them laughing their butts off all night long by telling them different stories that’s happened, like the puppy I just rescued and Brea’s wiener commercial. The night didn’t end until 3am Thanksgiving morning when we were so pooped we were about to pass out. I’m sure the beer and liquor had nothing to do with it either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up on Thanksgiving and finished cooking our dishes that we were to carry to our parents’ house. Then we spent some time at Brea’s parent’s eating and talking to her brothers and sisters. Brea’s sister Debbie, the one that used to be in our band, makes me laugh so hard when I’m around her, she’s a mess. After that we met my family at my mom’s house and ate some more. I got the chance to visit with my cousin Diane from Florida and reminisced about the old days, when my mom and dad were married and we lived in North Carolina and she and my other cousin Dawn used to come and spend every summer with us. We had a pool and everything else kids and teenagers could get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show at Mitty’s went really well! The place was packed and the crowd seemed to really love us. We were getting compliments left and right and people were up dancing and drinking! Everything you can ask for while playing in a band at a new place. We’ll be going back soon. We had a room at the hotel that’s connected to the club but everyone decided to come on home after the show, plus Jizz had to be at work the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the weekend, we just laid around the house, ate, played video games and watched movies. We did go our a few times though. Once for Brea’s mom’s little birthday party Brea’s dad was giving her. We’re also taking her on Friday to get her hair done and to treat her to lunch. One of Brea’s sister’s is selling her 4-bedroom trailer for a really good price so we went and looked at it too. It’s just too small for us. We have a pretty big place now as it is and we already feel a little cramped, so we couldn’t imagine trying to buy something smaller. We always said if we could see ourselves retiring there we would probably buy it, whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a busy day for me. It was more like my Mondays’ usually are, laundry, cleaning and such. The funniest thing happened to me. I don’t know what’s going on with me and my housekeeping skills but I’ve been slipping. Lisa was here with me visiting and I decided to boil some eggs to keep in the fridge for lunch and snacks, as I normally do because I work out a lot, and I’m getting older, and need the protein. Anyway, we got to talking and I totally forgot about the water boiling and before you knew it my favorite noodle pot, the one I eat out of that’s different from our nice set, was almost on fire! Lisa and I were running around trying to figure out what the smell was and then we figured it out! I was so upset! It’s not the first time something like this has happened to me! But this was my favorite pot, like my bowl cause I eat out of it! I set it outside and waited for Brea to get home so we could give it a proper disposel. I had laughed about it over the phone with her before she got off from work and my sweetie pants stopped by two different thrift stores on her way home to get me a new one. That was one of the sweetest and most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for me! It was like Christmas to me. It’s a new pot but old like my old one! The new pot is perfect and looks almost like my old one and I should be able to cook and twirl my noodles and hot sauce in it just fine. I’ll find out soon enough. Been trying to get everything ready for the holidays. I even filled out my Christmas cards last night so Brea could mail them out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to do today for the band, including practice. I also have a few things I need to get straightened out with our beach house too. They’re trying to over charge me… I’m not having it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113337255061476775?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113337255061476775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113337255061476775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-woman-is-best.html' title='My woman is the best!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113277742346953565</id><published>2005-11-23T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:23:43.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble, Gobble...</title><content type='html'>I was feeling a bit under the weather yesterday, feeling drowsy most of the day. I managed to go to the grocery store to pick up a few more things for Thanksgiving. I talked and chatted with the old folks as I usually do and heard some pretty funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;I also tried to put up my outside Christmas lights but half of them were blown out so I ended up throwing them away, it kind-a p*ssed me off. Oh well, I’ll have to get some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had practice last night, without Henry. Carrie walked in the house with a box of beer and I almost died laughing. That girl gets me some times. It was just us girls going over our music. It was mainly Carrie showing Heather the guitar parts she will soon be playing with us. She left here with the tabs to seven new songs and says she’ll be ready to play them. I think she will, she is a quick learner and actually listens to us when we say or suggest something. She doesn’t seem to mind criticism or trying to learn new things, and that’s a good thing. We have practice again tonight, hopefully to get Heather ready to play with us Friday night at Mitty’s. It’s going to be a short and sweet show. We will play from 9-10pm and then again from 11-12am. I love these kinds of shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea went to work today in a great mood. This was her last day until Tuesday! I am so excited to have her around the house all to myself, and the kids too. We are going to have a wonderful and relaxing weekend together and I am so looking forward to it. I am happy for her, she works so hard and this little vacation will do her justice, she deserves it. I want to hug her right now, but she’s not home from work yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made two pasta salads and boiled a dozen eggs for Brea so she can make deviled eggs to carry to her mother’s house tomorrow. I still have to make a broccoli and cheese rice casserole but I’m going to do that in the morning. I spoke to my cousin Diane today who is in town from Florida for the holiday. It was nice talking to her, I was worried about her a couple of months ago, she was having some medical problems. We’ll be meeting up with her and her family and my brother, Tommy, and his family at my mother’s house tomorrow evening after we visit with Brea’s parents and eat a little something over there first. Tommy and Jenny said something about maybe coming over here to hang out with Brea and me this evening after our practice. Tomorrow is going to be fun, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to be thankful for… My health, my home, my lifestyle, my friends, my mom and dad, my brother and his family and all my other relatives. I also look at my package (my family, my three girls) and I’m proud to say they’re all mine, and for that, I’m thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113277742346953565?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113277742346953565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113277742346953565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/gobble-gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble, Gobble, Gobble...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113260294685021571</id><published>2005-11-21T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:55:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, good, good, good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/Holloween%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/Holloween%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got through the weekend just fine, as I knew we would. On my way to get the U-Haul van on Friday I took an extra long route just to make sure that I got my exercise in, which I normally do anyway. As I’m get closer to the main road to get to the building I see this cute little terrier strolling along side me in people’s yards, sniffing around and marking his territory. I’m thinking he’s probably a lot like my kid, lives close by and is just using the bathroom, until he prances over towards me in the street and no one comes out of their house to correct him. I looked at his little collar and notice that the street address on his collar was not the same street we were on. I couldn’t just leave him; my conscience wouldn’t allow that to happen. So I pick him up and ask a neighbor if they had seen him before or if they knew where he lived. They had no clue so I walked back towards the house with him in my arms to place him somewhere until I could get the van and get back to him to take him home safely. It almost killed me, the little thing weighed about 15 pounds and I walked about 10 blocks with him. He was really well behaved though and just a little cutie pie. So that’s what I did, I got the van, went back to pick him up, looked up his address on the internet and took him home. His parents weren’t there so I tied him up really good on the front porch. He knew he was at home; his little kitty sister came out from behind the bushes to greet him. I slept well all weekend knowing he was back home with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night’s show went really well. We had a pretty decent crowd there, people were laughing and dancing and having a great time. The new songs we learned sounded good too, except we messed up at the end of one of the songs. Heather did really well too. You could tell she was a little nervous but once she warmed up she started to really get into it with us. We have some tweaking to do with the guitar sounds but that comes with practice. Heather’s girlfriend even got up on stage with us to sing a song. I think it could work out between all of us. They seem to be nice girls and seem to be genuinely good people. I told them the other night that I was still waiting for one of them to say or do something crazy, and they laughed at me. Heather will warm up to the stage the more she’s up there with us too. That also comes with practice and playing out a lot. I also told her that that’s what the crowd wants, for you to make those crazy faces and expressions and to give them not only something to listen to but something to look at as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea, Jizz and I got absolutely no sleep. We had to once again return the van at 9am and Brea had a remote in Franklin and Jizz had to be at work at 7am. We had to come back here to the house when we were done to unload the van and by the time we were finished with everything we had just enough time to just lay down to take a load off our feet. Thank God the day went by pretty fast. Before you knew it we were getting ready for our show with Jimmie’s Chicken Shack. I was so relieved that we were only going to be playing for an hour and that’s what got me through the night. It was a fun show. Everyone seemed to really dig us, even the other bands. They complimented us and gave us props when we got off stage and it really made me feel good. I impressed them with my playing skills and they acknowledged that, on stage, that’s pretty cool and it gives me the big head! We would have stuck around to listen some more but the cops were outside giving me a fit about moving our van out of the trolley lane. We were able to take our own van because we only had to take our instruments with us, and all that stuff fits in the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put up our Christmas tree yesterday. It looks so beautiful! We had to put it up early because we normally put it up on Thanksgiving day but we won’t be here, going back and forth to our family’s houses. It took us all day to do but we look at it like it’s an art or something. We put everything we have into our Christmas tree. It was fun and relaxing all at the same time. Stitch, our infant, wants to climb the thing and get all into the decorations. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m going to do playtime. I’ll probably start having it upstairs or in our bedroom. It’s only temporary anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been my normal Monday… housecleaning, laundry and all that jazz. My brother finally sent me pictures of Maddy and the twins on Halloween. I spoke to him this morning on the phone for quite some time. His family will be here this week. I found out a few moments ago that my woman has a remote at Mattress Discounters today from 5-7pm. That cuts right into our dinnertime. They also wanted her to do it tomorrow but then we wouldn’t be able to have practice and we need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to get on the ball again pertaining to our long awaited project. I’ve put it off the past two weeks so I have to get a move on. I need to email my producer right now as I’m typing in this, so that’s what I’m going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113260294685021571?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113260294685021571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113260294685021571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-good-good-good.html' title='Good, good, good, good.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113215886980351068</id><published>2005-11-16T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:34:29.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We may have a new band member.</title><content type='html'>The show this past weekend went alright. The band sounded and performed really well. I just don’t particularly care for the place, personally. I don’t think we’ll be going back there, especially after they tried to charge us for sodas and water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’ve been busy around the house and doing things for the band. On Monday night Brea and I went to the grocery store and acted like we were on a rampage! We bought nearly everything in sight and had a fun time doing it. She never really gets to go shopping with me and wanted to go so we went! I love grocery shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the hardware store and basically did the same thing. I even almost bought a blower for the yard! After I walked through the entire store gathering the items I originally went there for, I walked back through to make sure I didn’t forget anything because I didn’t want to leave! It’s amazing what you can find in the hardware store. I told Brea I wanted and needed a tool belt. She laughed, especially when I told her I wanted one big enough to make me walk sideways through doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had band practice, as scheduled, and had a new girl join in. Her name is Heather, and she plays the guitar and is also a part of another local band here in the area. She and her girlfriend come out to our shows quite a bit and have been for a long time. Brea’s always wanted to add another guitar to get herself off of it. We know she’s a great player, we’ve seen her play a couple of times. I just hope she doesn’t plan on bringing drama to the group, she’s a fast learner, and she’s motivated. It’s important for the entire band to mesh really well together and I think we do. I think she can pull it off; we’ll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning has been a busy morning. I had a dentist appointment at 9am to finish up my root canals. I wasn’t expecting what happened to happen. I got in the chair, and he began numbing my mouth and I was like, Oh my God! What is going on…? So what he did was, drilled out the temporary fillings he put in on my last visit, cleaned out the teeth some more, and then filled them with permanent fillings. Before it looked like I had putty thrown on the back of my teeth, now it looks like I’ve had nothing done to them. Whatever he used this go around to numb my mouth worked really good and it was really strong. I’ve been to the dentist a few times and this was the first time I walked out pronouncing my p’s like f’s, it was different. I made an appointment again for next month to have a cavity filled, d*mn it! But like I’ve said before, I will never neglect my teeth again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Brea and I are going to buy new a new Christmas tree and decorations. I am so excited and can’t wait for her to get home today. We’ve been talking about this for a few days now. We wanted to get new stuff last year but we decided to wait for this year. We’re going to squeeze in some exercises today as well. I wanted to do them this morning but my woman asked me to wait to do them with her. Of course I will! We have fun doing it together! Haha      Practice tonight and that includes Heather. It’s going to be a busy few days coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113215886980351068?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113215886980351068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113215886980351068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-may-have-new-band-member.html' title='We may have a new band member.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113172836191617630</id><published>2005-11-11T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:59:21.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night at the beach...</title><content type='html'>We’ve had practice this week and have begun to learn some new and different songs. We are also going to learn some Christmas songs too, for all the Christmas parties we’ll be playing at. It’s going pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to get up and out of the house early to take care of a few things, which included going to my mom’s house. I wish I could have stayed and visited longer but traffic was horrible and I had to work my way back to downtown Norfolk. Brea had her remote last night, which I normally go to, but last night I opted to stay home because Carrie and I had planned to put up the new survalience camera system so we can finally move the traler that we use for the band to the side of the house. Now I have eyes watching and recording our home and surroundings from every angle. I can also record up to like a month as well, which is really cool. It’s like we have this industrial like VCR that even has a battery enclosed if power goes out! Yeah, we like it. I felt bad not being able to go with Brea and she felt bad because she wanted to stay here with us. Angie, Carrie’s girlfriend, and Jizz were here with us. We all had a fun time putting it up and drinking a few beers and laughing! It got real cold out there too! We all stared at the monitor like we were in a trance after we hooked it up. We couldn’t believe how good it looked and how well we installed it. It didn’t take much time at all, we probably would have had it up sooner than we did if we didn’t stop to fart around, but what fun would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be walking my *ss up to the U-Haul store to pick up our lovely truck! I have to have it back by 9am on Saturday. It sucks because I’m usually so tired from the show the night before, but I can do it! We unload from our traler, load into the U-Haul, unload it at the bar, set it all up, play all night, tear it back down, load it back into the U-Haul, drive home, transfer it all back to our trailer, then we’re done… I think. It’s quite exhausting even before we get a chance to get on stage. We’ll be laying our heads on our pillows around 5am or 6am. Our show tonight is at the beach and I’m not particularly looking forward to it. We didn’t have that much of a good experience the last time we played, hopefully this time will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night Brea has a remote at a resturant which she and I will be dining at. Now that one I’m looking forward to. I love to eat! I think it’s called Keagan’s, in Norfolk. We’ve never eaten there before so I’m looking forward to what they have on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we’ll set around the house and I plan on frying up some oysters and baking some shrimp. Hopefully there will be some good stuff on the tube, if not we’re going to go and buy some movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I’ve written in this and had playtime and talked to my mom this morning, so let me get started with my day…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113172836191617630?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113172836191617630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113172836191617630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-night-at-beach.html' title='Another night at the beach...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113138836469972154</id><published>2005-11-07T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:32:44.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful weekend!</title><content type='html'>Thursday was a good day. I felt so much better with my mouth and I felt like my old self again. My mom came over around dinnertime to go to the remote with Brea and me. She brought her little doggy, Fancy, to play here and keep Stevie company since they’re friends. We had just as good of a time as we did last week when we went, except this time we did a little more dancing. Mom wanted to drive back home but we insisted that she stay here with us, plus it’s nice having her here when I wake up. It reminds me of when I was a teenager. Fancy slept in the bed with us and you couldn’t even tell she was in the bed, she’s so little. She’s a good little sleeping buddy, but I already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom stayed pretty much all day with me on Friday. I even got her to do a few exercises with me after breakfast. Brea came home that evening and we chilled here at the house watching TV and cuddling together. Saturday turned out to be a beautiful day. Brea and I went to the store, watched our UFC championships marathon, baked a cake for a friend she works with, played with the kids and enjoyed the weather. She had a remote Sunday at the crab house and when it was over with we walked over to a friend’s condo and peeked at everyone from his balcony with binoculars. It was funny to watch people and the things they do when they think no one is around. We didn’t stay too long because we wanted to get back here at the house so we could have play time with the girls, plus Brea needed to get her things in order for work the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be putting up our new surveillance camera system this week. It’s a really nice system with four cameras, I can’t wait to hook it up. It’s something my dad bought a long time ago and never used, it’s brand new. He saw the system we had so and knew we liked stuff like that so he gave it to us a few weeks ago. It also came with a 72-hour recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be doing some other things pertaining to project I’ve been working on. I’ve given some things a lot of thought and I think I might have a new way to approach things, I need to talk it over with my boys in N.Y. Either way I’m still going to do what I feel I need to do. I’ve kind-a slacked off of it some, but I haven’t given up nor will I ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn some new bass lines and do a few other things. Be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113138836469972154?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113138836469972154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113138836469972154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-beautiful-weekend.html' title='What a beautiful weekend!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113104131273284793</id><published>2005-11-03T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:08:32.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasn't as bad as I thought.</title><content type='html'>We had practice on Tuesday night and it went pretty well. No one had too much to say, and I was drugged up on all my pain medication. So we got practice done and over with and retired early for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early yesterday morning and went to the dentist. The experience wasn’t as bad as I thought and it took about an hour and a half to complete, and I still have to go back in two weeks to have him clean up the teeth and finish up the process. The doctor spoke to me a lot and that helped make me feel comfortable. I was in lots of pain when left the dentist so I stopped by the pharmacy to have my pain prescription filled and came home and went right into the bedroom to lay down for a while. It was a different kind of pain, but pain nonetheless. Brea came home and took good care of me and we ordered out for dinner, which was nice and gentle on my teeth. The doctor even called to check on me and to see if I was feeling alright. While I as being worked on at the dentist my mom’s husband, Roy, was also having surgery on his hand and arm, because of an injury he incurred at work a couple of weeks ago. He was in lots of pain when I spoke to them last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really good morning today. Did a few exercises and cleaned the house up. Called my dad to bless him and to thank him once more for paying for my small operation. Brea has a remote tonight and I think I’m feeling just fine enough to go and hang out with her and my friends up there. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve been able to smile and talk without being in pain. Now I think I can get back into the swing of things. If only my lower back would straighten up and stop acting up on me, if it isn’t one thing it’s another! But my back pain has been with me for a couple of weeks now. Might want to learn how to live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113104131273284793?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113104131273284793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113104131273284793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/wasnt-as-bad-as-i-thought.html' title='Wasn&apos;t as bad as I thought.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113086984275545132</id><published>2005-11-01T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:30:44.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K. ...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night Carrie came over again for practice and the three of us did the same thing we did the night before. After practice we came downstairs and laughed and drank a few more beers. It’s nice when  the three of us just get together and bond and stuff, it’s cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night my mom went with Brea and I to her remote at the country bar. We sat and had a few drinks and talked and laughed about all kinds of stuff. I have a bar buddy that I drink with at Brea’s remotes and she’s a real cool girl, a hairdresser named Lisa. We all left pretty lit and Brea was also pissed at one of the bouncers at the place. He ended up getting fired and she ended up getting a few different apologies, which corrected the situation. On the way home we all stopped at a fast food joint to pick up a bite to eat and something to wet our whistle. First Brea drops her whole soda on the floor and then my mother turns around and follows in suit! I would’ve probably been upset about something like that but I thought it was the funniest and most ironic thing, and it also proves that the two main girls in my life are quite a bit alike. Mom crashed here at the house when we got home, which was still early. It made us feel better not having to worry about her trying to drive back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I got up and drove Brea to work. I stopped at the store on my way home to pick up a biscuit and a soda for my mom when she woke up. We sat in the spare room and talked about the night before while she ate her breakfast. Not too long after that she headed on back home. I made it very clear that she needs to do this more often with us, just going out with the girls to raise some hell, to get out of the house some.  I started to get all our stuff together to take to the beach house and doing pretty much everything and anything I could do to take my mind off the awful toothache that I had and wasn’t going to let ruin my weekend. But now my mouth had been aching for a couple of days. I finally told Brea and she was mad that I didn’t tell her sooner, but sometimes I feel I’m more of a bother to her than anything else. But the pain was so bad I didn’t even want to talk to anyone and I knew where it was coming from which made it worse. It was my front bottom tooth, the same tooth the dentist told me almost a year ago that I needed a root canal on, so that really had me worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was wonderful at the beach house, except for the excruciating pain I was in constantly! A lot of alcohol and video games and movies took care of that for me. I felt so bad I couldn’t even drive back home, which is one of my favorite things to do. I knew I had to get to the dentist first thing Monday morning cause the pain was not subsiding or going away any time soon and by now it feels like my whole face is infected and it’s itching like crazy, from my ears to my throat. I was also blowing a lot of blood and blood clots out of my nose too. That’s been causing my eyes to be puffy and my ears thumping inside and I can’t breathe at night… just in bad shape all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I called my dentist and even though they were slammed packed they squeezed me in as soon as I could get there. I walked in knowing I was going to be handed some prescriptions for infection like antibiotics, which I needed desperately, and I would also be making that appointment to have the root canal done on or around the 15th of November, for fund reasons. But after talking to the assistant and my doctor and after looking at the x-rays it was a different story all together. Because I waited, the infection had spread over to the tooth beside the tooth that already needed the root canal, so now I have to have two root canals done, side by side, and it gets worse, I was told that if I did wait until the 15th I would definitely have to have three, and so on. I have to have this done immediately because I was also a second away from having an abscess! So on top of all the tooth and gum pain I have all this bad news to chew up. I cried and I didn’t want to tell Brea the news, especially the total cost. I’ll put it to you like this… it costs $500.00 for one root canal… can you figure it out?! I did it to myself though, I deserve it. I could have avoided all this pain and saved lots of money if I would have taken care of it when I was supposed to. Believe me when I say I’ll never make this same mistake twice. I filled my prescriptions and took the medicine immediately, came home and called my mom to cry on her shoulder,  and then I called my dad, my brother and my dad’s girlfriend but could only get through to her, and thank God I did! She’s a big help when you’re not at your best… and then Brea called me… I had to tell her, I knew she was going to be disappointed and worried about me in the same breath. My dad’s girlfriend, Diane, talked to my dad and told him everything, and then they set me up really nice. They called the dentist and have already pre-paid the dentist for my procedure! I spoke to my dad on the phone and he said that’s what daddy’s are supposed to do for their little girl. He said he knows exactly what I’m going through because he’s had to have 8 root canals done. Gives me something to look forward to, huh?! (Same thing I was thinking!) I love my family and they love me, can’t ya tell?! I don’t have to do anything tomorrow but walk in and have it done and leave to come home and get some rest, I’ll have a completely clear head. I promised Brea I would never hide anything like that from her again, and I won’t either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally spoke to my brother yesterday evening. He told me he was getting the kids ready to go out trick or treating. Maddy was a cheerleader, Mallory was a ladybug and little Tommy was a dragon. I told him he better send me some good pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and her husband, Roy, came over for dinner last night. She was mainly coming over to try to help with things around the house, cause she knows I’ve been down and not doing as much as I’d like to, I know how she is. But everything was done, including the laundry so we ate some delicious meatloaf that Brea cooked along with some mashed potatoes and green beans. It was some good eating! Afterwards we hooked up the play station 2 to the TV. in the living room and played a racing game, Need For Speed 2. It’s a fun game and it really gets ya going, mom had us all cracking up trying to drive the racecar. Believe it or not she did better when she had to change gears! Time flew by pretty fast and before you knew it the time was 10pm, and Roy had to be up early for work today. We’re going to do it again soon, maybe next time at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I need to be doing, or could be doing but I was told to get some rest, and if I don’t my woman will yell at me and I don’t feel like being yelled at. I’ve really had a rough couple of weeks. I’m going to do a few things and save the rest for another day. I also think Carrie is coming over for practice tonight. I guess I should take advantage of this time while I can. I just wish I didn’t have to be in pain to get it. My appointment is at 9am tomorrow morning. I am anticipating not being in pain anymore, but not looking forward to what I’m going to have to go through to accomplish that. I’m nervous…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113086984275545132?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113086984275545132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113086984275545132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok.html' title='O.K. ...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-113025807459456872</id><published>2005-10-25T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:34:34.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It went smoothly!</title><content type='html'>Friday was a busy day, as I knew it would be. The day went along without any stress and we timed everything so that we wouldn’t be rushing and wouldn’t feel pressured. I went earlier that day to pick up the U-Haul van and the rest of the band came over later in the day to help unload from the trailer to the van. I had to take it easy because of my stupid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the place, and it started out with a pretty good crowd. A lot of the people that Carrie works with showed up and so did a few friends of ours. Then it seemed like we cleared the place out or something, like we scared them all away, it was really weird. And the staff was just as strange, like pulling teeth to get them to talk... It usually is when we play in Va. Beach. I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it through the whole night because of my pain but I hung in there. That's enough on that subject, I've probably already said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we all had to come back to the house and unload the stuff from the van back into the trailer. We all came inside and watched a little television to unwind but Jizz, Brea, and I were dreading the next few hours, because Jizz had to be at work at 6am and I had to carry the U-Haul van back by 7am and Brea also had to get ready for a remote that she had that morning. We made it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped Brea’s brother’s birthday get together and decided to just stay at home to catch up on some sleep, which we did with ease. Jizz and his girl came over that evening to chat with us and to hang out for a few minutes. We decided to reschedule our dinner plans for another evening since we were all pretty beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the first day my baby had off in a long time. We sat around the house all day, watched some movies and played some video games. It was a very nice and relaxing day. We’re going to the beach house this weekend and I’m looking forward to doing it all over again while we’re there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early with the kids yesterday, Monday morning. I went over to my mother’s house so we could have lunch together. She wanted to take me to a place her and her husband Roy have started to go to eat and also wanted to show me some new places to park the beach house, since Brea and I want to move it away from tides cause we almost got flooded out and I also want more shade trees around it. I had a wonderful time with her and she even tried to pay for our lunch but I never let her do that, I don’t like her buying my food when I feel it’s my chance to return a lot of the things she’s done for me all these years. When we got back to her place I gave her and Roy a crash course on computers and digital cameras. They’re getting it, slowly but surely. Once they get the hang of it it’ll be smooth sailing, I remember what it was like to set down in front of a computer for the first time. I just wish I could get over there more to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really bad dream last night, a nightmare. I dreamed Brea had left me for like a 16 year old girl and the d*mn dream wouldn't end. It just kept going and going and I could feel the heartache as if it were really happening. Most of the time my dreams jump from scene to scene, but this one didn't and just kept going and getting worse. It's bothered me and I can't stop thinking about it. I told Brea as soon as I woke up this morning and she assured me that it was ONLY a dream and everything was going to be alright. I want her here with me now to say the same things over to me again, but she's working at the station for her girls, her family, her package. I just want her to hold me some, and love on me and the kids, it makes all my worries disappear and makes me feel safe. I miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have practice today, we’ll see how it goes. I have to now go upstairs and try to learn some of the songs we’re going to be doing so I can be ahead of the game a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-113025807459456872?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113025807459456872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/113025807459456872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-went-smoothly.html' title='It went smoothly!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112991408689953384</id><published>2005-10-21T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:01:26.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is here...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday rolls around and I am finally starting to get around without my back spasming out of control. I even went to the grocery store and picked up a few things we needed around the house. Brea came home in loads of pain from period cramps. She was doubled over in pain and eventually began to throw up and really couldn’t leave the toilet seat. I told her that I would run to the store to pick up some cramp medicine but she didn’t want me to leave her side. She called Carrie and asked her to pick it up when she was on her way over. So I cooked for her and tried to hold her head for her and tried rubbing her down but nothing worked. Carrie came over and we loaded Brea up on all sorts of muscle relaxers and cramp pills and it starts to pay off, and Brea’s cramps begin to fade away. We sat around and went through some new music we're going to be adding. My mom and her husband came over to pick up some things. Roy is out of work because he smashed his hand between a trailer and a forklift and had to get some stitches in his palm. It looked awful and made me weak when I looked at it, I thought I was going to pass out. Stuff like that didn’t use to get to me when I was younger but as I’ve gotten older I start to feel faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a good day. I went to Brea’s remote with her and hung out with the girls while Brea did her thing. We were being silly in the store when we left the bar, it was funny. Before we left to go to the remote we noticed some sewage in the bathtub and the toilet wasn’t flushing properly so we called our property manager to leave a message for her to call the plumber and have him come out to service it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this Friday morning with Brea and talked on the phone to my brother while she was getting ready. Had playtime with the kids and walked on over to the U-Haul store to pick up the van for tonight. The sucky part is that we have to have it back at 7am tomorrow morning! The toilet situation has gotten worse so the city just left to make sure it wasn’t anything wrong on their end and now I’m waiting for Roto-Rooter. Hope they come quick, can’t stand knowing something is wrong with my facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a busy weekend for us so I'm going to get some rest and watch some t.v. perhaps until I HAVE to get up and get to work. We have a show tonight, Brea has a remote first thing in the morning, we have to go to Brea's older brother's birthday party Saturday afternoon, and Saturday night Brea, Jizz, his girl and I are going to dinner. So far it looks like Sunday is going to be the day I spend with my woman and the kids, all alone and with no where to go or nothing to do. I hope so, we'll see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112991408689953384?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112991408689953384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112991408689953384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-is-here.html' title='The weekend is here...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112965536503942541</id><published>2005-10-18T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:09:25.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I'm hurting!</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I went with Brea to her remote at the country bar. We had a good time with the people up there. I called around on this day to find us a u-haul to rent for the weekend and could only find a cargo van, which I pick up on Friday. I also carried the monitors upstairs for me to look at and repair, they have been cutting out on us the past two shows so I need to figure out why. Friday is going to be a very busy day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning comes around and I get up to finish fixing the monitors. I walk to the u-haul place which is only about a mile away from the house and get the van at the scheduled 2 oclock pick up time. I come back here and load the van from the trailer all by myself, except for the amps cause they’re too heavy to lift alone. I also discovered that Henry’s drum mics were broken and he had no intention on telling me they were broke, so I had to resauder the wires on his mics and also fix his drum mic clamps that hold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the place we were playing with Jizz and Henry riding in the back with the equipment and my mom is there to greet us and to help us out with the unloading. The show went great and I have the monitors and mics working wonderfully. People were dancing and grooving to our music... At the end of the night I was about to loose my mind because I was sooo tired and couldn't find the key to the van, come to find out it was in my back pocket. By this time my back is killing me and we came home and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a rough day, I could barely bend any which way without my back hurting, I pulled something pretty bad. Jizz and I pulled out the equipment we didn’t need that night for the place we were playing at, which were the speakers and our amps. Brea went to the store and bought Henry a birthday cake and some new drum sticks to give to him that night at the show. I was miserable with my back and din’t feel like doing a damn thing. I had to stop playing after the frist set, I couldn’t even bend down to get my water when I needed it. Brea was drunk and so was I. It was funny and at the end of the night we are missing the key once more, only this time to find it in Brea’s pocket as she’s passed out in the front seat of the van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was kicking my *ss and Brea had to get ready for her two remotes. While she was gone to one I had to empty out the van and return it back to the store we got it from. Brea came home long enough to eat something and had to turn right around and go out again. We went to bed early this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was even worse for me. It hurts to wipe my *ss, to move around and I keep spasming my *ss off! I managed to still clean the house up and to do the laundry. Brea said her niece, Sabrina, was going to come over to do our hair for us, which is a good thing cause we need to have it done. She did a great job on our hair. She’s going to start doing it for us from now on as far far as I’m concerned. We’re both very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112965536503942541?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112965536503942541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112965536503942541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/man-im-hurting.html' title='Man, I&apos;m hurting!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112921492243562065</id><published>2005-10-13T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:48:42.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been rearranging things...</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday was a pretty good day. Brea and I started doing Taibo again and both our butts are still sore. I went to the grocery store and to a few other places to pick up some things for around the house and such. I also rearranged a few things downstairs in the kitchen and living room. Changed some pictures around and moved a few things. It looks a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brea had told me last week that this past Tuesday night was the night her gay friend from work was going to the gay bar to celebrate and wanted us to go, so we did. I was even surprised they let us in the bar. It was 10 cent shrimp which brings out a lot of black women, Brea’s friend is black and this is usually what she did on Tuesday nights.  Her friend had heard about us being “trouble” and the story has gone from, the truth which is, our acting manager the last time we played there paid a band bar tab when it was in our contract for us to receive free drinks and Brea got upset and threatened to break everything in the joint unless they gave her her money back, which we DID get back... to... we skipped out on a bar tab…. I don’t know where that came from, but we laughed it off. It took me twenty minutes while in the place to realize that we were in a gay bar and we weren’t at a remote or playing for the band and that I could show Brea public affection without being scrutinized or harassed. We had a good time and danced and drank a little. Brea’s friend was pretty drunk and was causing a lot of drama with her own crowd. We even ran into a girl Brea and I talked to a long time ago and she was impressed we were still together and said we were the only couple still together that she knows. That made us feel good and we love those comments. We cut out a little early cause Brea had to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Carrie came over to drop off some paper and to pick up some flyers. We all talked and I showed her some new things I had done around the house. We also made her try my homemade crab spread and spinach spread on some french toast. Mmmmmmmm, it was so good! It turned out great! Then Brea and I went to a couple of different stores to pick up all different shapes and size frames so I can do some things upstairs with our band pictures, to redecorate a little better. We both got to work on our crafts as soon as we got home and kept at it until 11 at night. It was fun and the pictures look really good. She bought some picture box kits to put her Prince stuff in like records and important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom found out she has to have surgery on her knee coming up at the end of the month and she’s a little scared about having it done. I told her it’s nothing to worry about and people have these kinds of things done all the time. I’m a little worried but I can’t let that on to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to now get ready to reserve a U-Haul truck for the weekend and I'm also getting ready to go on E-Bay to see if maybe I can sell my autograghed picture of J-Lo... maybe we'll get rich! I've had it a long time and I really don't need it any more. There's a die hard fan out there who would love to have it, I'm sure. I took J-Lo's picture out of the frame and hung my huge Anna Nicole Guess add in it's place. I love it, it's so beautiful!!! I also have to go upstairs and figure out how I'm going to hang my pictures... and I have to take two of our monitors apart to see why they're not working properly... then I have to cook dinner, (lamb with candied yams tonight, baby)... then I have to get ready to go to my woman's remote with her at the country bar! Yee-Haw!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a busy day for me, not to mention Aunt Flow's in town f*cking with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112921492243562065?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112921492243562065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112921492243562065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-rearranging-things.html' title='Been rearranging things...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112897311853829747</id><published>2005-10-10T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:38:38.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup time!...get it?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/Maddy%20Class%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/Maddy%20Class%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going really well for everyone. Henry no longer lives with us so it’s been real nice having our privacy back. Jizz has a day job putting up privacy fences and Carrie is still doing her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Tommy and his woman, Jenny, came to a show a couple of weeks ago and stayed the night. We had a good time until I started showing my butt with Brea. Nothing too bad, more irritating than anything but they thought it was funny. My woman on the other hand, didn’t. They’re going to do it again except next time I don’t want us to be playing out, I want us all to go to dinner and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two shows we’ve had we’ve used the BOB FM truck from Brea’s work to haul our equipment around with. We can no longer use the van we have because all the weight keeps tearing up our transmission. We’ve added a lot of new things to our system this past year. We’ll figure something out soon but for now we may end up having to rent U-Haul trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to North Carolina twice within this past week and weekend. Once was with my mom and we went there to take Maddy to the fair and to eat lunch with her at her school and the other was with Brea going to the beach house and back to my brother’s to spend time with him, Jenny, the twins, Maddy, my dad and his girlfriend and also my Aunt Caroline, who I hadn’t seen for about five or six years until last weekend when they surprised me last weekend at our show at Dirty Dick’s Crab House. It’s nice having her around. I had a great time both times. I savor every moment with my mother, I don’t get to see her enough and it’s important for her to spend time with me, vice-versa. The picture above is of my niece, Maddy’s, kindergarten class. She’s the cute one in the front row in the little blue jean dress. This was taken the day we went to her school after lunch and donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie had to go to the vet for an emergency visit about 10 days ago. She woke up crying in pain because she had broken out in hives, having an allergic reaction to something, we’re still not too sure. Her doctor gave her a couple of shots and a prescription that she’s almost done with. She’s a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still working on the same big project I’ve been working on for a year now. I can’t believe it’s already been that long. We have another partner on board who can possibly make this happen. I’m not giving up on it and neither are my boys from N.Y. I’ve got too much into it to quit now, and I know someone’s going to pick it up. I feel better when I hear things like it took the networks two years to pick up the Gilligan’s Island show, and you see how well that one turned out. I can’t let everybody down, all their hopes and dreams, I feel, are centered around me and I will make it all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking and making the preparations to buy a house but the market these days is outrageous! Not sure what we’re going to do yet besides being patient. I want a house so bad though! I am already fixing up whatever we get inside my head. We deserve our own house and when I look at the way some of these people who do OWN THEIR OWN HOME take care of them it pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea is doing really good at the radio station. She is one of the best jockeys in the area! She has also started taking more remotes and has slacked off on booking the band every weekend, until things start to take off (you know what I mean) there is no need to kill ourselves. So I just go along with her to help and to support her any way she needs me to. Plus its really good money, especially not to have to worry about loading and unloading equipment and playing all night as well! It makes sense for us to do what we’ve been doing, financially and physically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep this updated… if not for anybody else for myself, and for my nieces and nephew to read when they get older. I’ve left out a lot of stuff but this is the jist of it all…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112897311853829747?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112897311853829747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112897311853829747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/ketchup-timeget-it.html' title='Ketchup time!...get it?!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112845164395578006</id><published>2005-10-04T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:47:23.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, shame on me...</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I've written in here and a lot of people have been asking me about it and wondering what's been going on with us. I have a lot to tell, vehicles breaking down, still trying to get our project up and running, stories about playing out, going in and out of town, visiting with family which includes my Aunt Caroline, who I haven't seen in over 4 years and have idolized since I can remember, she's so cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to get you all up to speed on things just give me a few moments to work some things out and then I can go into more details. Right now I have to go in the kitchen and peel the boiled eggs I made for my family... we like to snack on them, they're good for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112845164395578006?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112845164395578006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112845164395578006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-shame-on-me.html' title='I know, shame on me...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112498190871084408</id><published>2005-08-25T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:08:05.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The little vacation is almost over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/Mom%20%20Angelas%20Visit%200082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/Mom%20%20Angelas%20Visit%200082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/Mom%20%20Angelas%20Visit%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/Mom%20%20Angelas%20Visit%200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy around here, trying to everything we wanted to do before we get back into the schedule and all. My mom went down and picked up Maddy, my niece, to spend a few days with her before she started school. Then my poor mommy gets sick and cries for me to go and pick her up to take her to the doctor. She’s had a few medical issues that we really need to keep our eyes on so I didn’t hesitate to get there as fast as I could. Everything was alright; she has to go back in for another check-up with another doctor this week. Thank God for Brianna, she pretty much stayed over at moms with Maddy so they would each have someone to play with and helped mom around the house. She is a little angel, my Aunt Linda would be so proud of her; I know she’s watching though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea and I went back to the beach house this past weekend. We wanted to make sure everything was put away and ready just in case a hurricane was to come, cause you never know. We had a great time as usual; I made myself sick thinking about having to come back down to earth and back to working. The van started acting up again and that didn’t make things any better. I was planning on driving back to N.C. to spend a few days with my family there but I had to rearrange everything so I could take the van in the shop, which really pissed me off. If it ain’t one thing it’s another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have also been gone spending time with my family in North Carolina. I went there with my mother on Monday and we drove back Tuesday night. It also gave me a chance to spend some more time with my mom too I originally planned on staying until Wednesday but I had to put the damn van back in the shop because of transmission problems, I have a thing with cars and transmissions. I was happy to be there and happy to spend some time with my dad and his girlfriend, my brother, my sister-in-law, the twins, who have gotten so big and Maddy, who is starting school this year. I had the pleasure of getting everyone gathered for a family picture, it’s been years since I’ve had a picture of my family all together and smiling, but I finally got a couple. I went with my Tommy and Jenny to Maddy’s school orientation while I was there. I got to see her little school and I met her teachers. She’s only going to have about 24 kids in her class, and the school is so little and cute, I couldn’t believe it. I totally forgot what elementary school was all about. My poor brother had a few tears come down his face… it was cute, his little girl is growing up. I had to get after Maddy while I was there for the first time ever, and it broke my heart. I’ll never forget her big eyes looking at me apologizing, it melts my heart, but I had to do it. I think it’s something I’ll remember forever. Diane, My dad’s girlfriend, went out of her way to but me a belated birthday card, a cake and a cast iron skillet that I’ve been wanting forever but never went out to buy. It was very unexpected and I greatly appreciate it, it was a very nice thing to do. The twins are so cute and smart! I can’t believe they are already a year old! I had fun playing with them, I think they love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I missed my woman and our kids, that’s for sure! I didn’t sleep at all while I was there and wanted to be in Brea’s arms so bad! When I got home she was having playtime with the kids. You would have thought we were without each other for weeks, that’s what it felt like. It’s good to be home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that my 37-year-old cousin in Florida had a heart attack due to stress. That worries me a little bit and as far as I know she is alright now, taking tests and everything she has to do to get better. I’ll be calling later this evening to check in with her and to let her know that I’m thinking about her. While I was in N.C. I found out that my childhood boyfriend that I had all the way through elementary school had committed suicide. I haven’t seen him in over 17 years or more. I always think about the kids I grew up with, thinking they are all living happy, healthy and productive lives like the way I feel I do. It blew my mind a little bit and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Supposedly he married his high school sweetheart and was making really good money, then she began cheating on him and was taking him for all he was worth, so he shot himself. I didn’t know him as a man, but I remember him as a cute and happy little boy and if he was anything like he was when he was a kid he was a good man. I feel for his family…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot to do, so I’ll get back in here tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112498190871084408?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112498190871084408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112498190871084408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-vacation-is-almost-over.html' title='The little vacation is almost over!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112429626175394790</id><published>2005-08-17T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:31:01.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/2005%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/2005%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't feel like getting into my diary yesterday, so here I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have been going alright. We had practice last night for the first time in a long time, and it went pretty well. We're going to be adding a bunch of new songs. Been getting calls and e-mails for bookings, so that's a good thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my boy from New York today, we had a three way with Brea on the phone, he needed to update us on a few things and let us know what's going on with our project. Things are going good, just not fast enough, like I've said many times before. So you know what we do, we have to keep sitting and waiting. I think I'm going to start working on some other projects I have in mind as well, some that have absolutely nothing to do with the band but with show business. Can't put all our eggs in one basket, ya know and I'm increasingly becoming more and more impatient. I just don't wnat to let everyone down and I want to make them proud, it's GOT to happen and it's GOING to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie isn't feeling too well right now. She is scheduled for out-patient surgery on Monday to have some of her plumbing worked on, if ya know what I mean. She also quit smoking due to her medical condition and I wish her the best of luck with that one. I have faith in her and think she'll do just fine. She's a tough one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Henry, oh Henry... isn't that a candy bar?! Man, he heated up some old #ss seafood yestersday and it stunk up the whole house, and when I say it stunk, it STUNK like dirty, rotten crotch! haha You know what I mean! And he ate it! Brea was asking the minute she walked in the door what the stink was, and that was after I took the trash out ( he put some shrimp shells in the trash) and sprayed with Febreeze air freshener! I love seafood, but I don't think I'll be eating it any time soon because of that! Boy oh Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie hasn't been feeling well these past two days. She just wants to sleep and wants me to carry her everywhere and wants me to bring her her food and water while she lays on the couch... Poor baby, that's the least I can do for her after everything she's done for me the last, going on, 13 years! But sometimes I do wonder, is she really not feeling well or taking advantage of the situation, cause she's like that! Regardless, I don't wanna take the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea was a little upset and depressed when she came home yesterady. She sometimes lets everything get to her at once and is under a lot of pressure with her job and especially with the band, she's getting a little discouraged, which is normal and I can totally relate. I think I helped her along and made her feel better. I know she made me feel pretty good this morning in bed before she went to work, that's for sure! She repaid the favor! haha I hate to see her little face upset and frustrated and will do anything I can to take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken to my mother a total of 3 hours on the phone over the past two days. We've been talking about everything, recipes, cooking, cleaning, all the things we have always had in common. She's taking a trip to my brother's to pick up Maddy, my oldest niece, to come here and spend a few days before she starts school. Then on Monday my mom and I are going to drive her back down there and stay a day or two, and I can visit my brother and his family and my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for now, probably said too much as it is. Sometimes I can get in this thing and just keep going and going and... you get the idea. Last night I made a wonderful baked pork chop and candied yam dish along with some fried green tomatoes. It was some good eating, let me tell ya! It all blended really well together. Tonight is going to be a little simple, sloppy-joes with some mashed potatoes and corn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112429626175394790?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112429626175394790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112429626175394790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112412138988407921</id><published>2005-08-15T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:56:29.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My infant, the weezel, is being a cutie pie this morning! She is being so loving and vocal and playful, following me around attacking my ankles! She makes me want to squeeze the mess out of her! I think both our kids are glad to be home today. They like the beach house a lot, but they love their home even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was wonderful and so very relaxing! I caught up on so much sleep and rest and so did Brea! We didn't even bother going fishing or anything, just laid out in the sun a little bit. We put down the grass killer and had the toilet repaired, cause it was in need of being fixed. Brea enjoyed killing the wasps and hornets that were trying to make their home around ours. She had the whole park laughing at her and cheering her on, it was pretty funny! We also had to prepare for... ( let me pause for a moment, I'm talking to my mom on the phone and then I have to feed the kids breakfast) ...any bad wheather that might come up, it is hurricane season. I wish we could go there more often, as much as we pay for the place. I mean, it's not much at all but I want want to make sure we get our money out of it! We now have new curtains, new fixtures, new rugs... it looks so good! I have to thank my mother for all that stuff, it was part of my birthday, I don't know what I'd do without her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to make time to see my brother's family or they are going to kill me. Our vacation time is almost up, but now Brea's talking about practicing twice a week again, starting this week and then we start back playing the weekend after this one coming up. We did want to go out of town once more before it all started back up again... I'll work something out. But I hate feeling forced to be in a thousand different places at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a normal Monday for me though, playtime with the kids, housecleaning, laundry... Mom said something about coming over for a little bit later on. I must get busy, feels like this day is flying by and I have some things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112412138988407921?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112412138988407921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112412138988407921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112377487140733584</id><published>2005-08-11T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:43:53.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're outa here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/2005%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/2005%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/2005%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="11" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/2005%20020.jpg" width="7" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really good day. I had spoken to Carrie on the phone about some business matters and I could tell she was having a bad day. I asked her if everything was alright and she proceeded to confide in me and discuss with me everything that had been bothering and stressing her out for a couple of months now. I think I helped her out, she was feeling much better when we hung up the phone and when she stopped by later in the evening to pick up some tickets. I felt bad that she had been walking around holding all these different things inside of her. I expressed to her that she KNOWS she can talk to me about anything, anytime... and we're all women here and we sometimes go through the same things and are able to relate to one another, cause Carrie doesn't really have a mother or sister in her life that she can share personal issues with... and that's what we're here for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my step-dad stopped by for a little while last night. They were dropping off a few things Brea and I need for the trip. We talked and laughed, I love my MUMMY! She's the greatest woman in all the world to me, besides MY woman of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Brea to work this morning and stopped by the car wash to clean the inside and outside of the van, I've always done this before trips, I get it from my momma, she does the same thing and always has since I can remember. Now I just have to clean up the house, take a shower and load the van with our luggage, kids and fishing rods! Cause I'm going fishing baby and I'm catching a big one! Yeah, that's right! haha Me and my girls are going to have some good quality time together! And my woman deserves it and it's my birth month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told this morning that Henry's car needs a whole new engine. We told him when he got it not to let people drive it take it all over the place. Then he lets a girl take it, and wreck it. That car is NEVER going to be the same now, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go and get ready for trip! We'll be on the road by 3pm, and it's fun in the sun until Sunday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112377487140733584?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112377487140733584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112377487140733584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-were-outa-here.html' title='And we&apos;re outa here!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112368468783231506</id><published>2005-08-10T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:38:07.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta go shopping for the trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the rain is causing lots of pressure on my head and giving me these headaches, cause Brea had one yesterday right along with me. I was fine until the storms rolled through, then it was a nightmare. Believe it or not, it kind-a went away after Brea came home from work, she's all the medicine I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jizz came over to the house yesterday afternoon and hung around for a bit while I gave Stevie her haircut and bath. He could tell I wasn't feeling well and dipped out on me. He had brought a movie over for us to watch but I just wasn't in the mood for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go shopping for some supplies that we're going to need over the weekend. I like this part too, it's just as fun as getting there. We just have to pick up some sodas, food and stuff like that. I mostly have everything packed except for our clothes. The DVD's are all ready to go and so is the Playstation with all the games. We do this all the time, I am taking Brea to work in the morning with the van, then I come home, wash the van and gas it up, clean the house, pack the van with our luggage and kids, then on my way to pick her up from work I stop at McDonald's to grap a couple of hamburgers for the girls to snack on until we get there to have a late dinner. We always put the DVD player on and Brea picks the movies while I drive, it's so simple and fun and it's something that I truly look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by my neighbor at the beach that we had a few snakes under the deck, he saw them go in and out! Oh my God! That was the last thing I needed to hear. I love ALL animals and such except for SNAKES! I have a big snake phobia and always have! Gotta do something about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy in New York told me he still hasn't heard any word about the progress of our project. He told me that August usually tends to be a slow month, people going in and out of town and all sorts of stuff... I want this so bad! It's gonna happen, God bless it! In the meantime my brain is in full throttle with all kinds of ideas and back up plans for other projects and stuff and so is my boys. I'm not giving up and niether is he, I've been working on all this stuff for almost a year! I have to make good on my word to all my friends and family, I don't want to let them down. They want it for us as bad as we do, and I think that is one of my main drives. It's also a big stress on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112368468783231506?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112368468783231506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112368468783231506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotta-go-shopping-for-trip.html' title='Gotta go shopping for the trip!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112360196919197216</id><published>2005-08-09T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:39:30.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, back to normal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in the swing of things, still milking my birth month. I caught up on a bunch of work yesterday and cleaned the house and all that jazz. I need to give Stevie a hair cut some time this week. But she looks so cute fluffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea is off again this Friday from work, so I think we are going to take off for the weekend to get away by ourselves, probably to the beach house. I'm looking forward to a little peace and quiet with my girls. We deserve it, and want it real bad! Plus the kids miss her and enjoy her being around for playtimes. Stevie shows off in front of Brea, and Stitch, the infant, can't get enough kisses from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm coming down with something or if I'm just drained out. I haven't been sleeping well at all at night and coughing in the bed and my sinuses are terrible! They make my face all puffy and whatnot, and I'm blowing out blood in the mornings. Oooh. But it's true. I had the worst headache last night, I didn't think it was ever going to go away. As a matter of fact, it didn't until I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke on the phone to my sister in law, Jennifer, this morning for about an hour. We were catching up on things happening and chatting about the kids. I spoke to my niece Maddy too, she had me laughing so hard my belly was hurting. I am going to make a trip down to see them within the next two weeks or so. The twins are already turning 1 years old! I can't believe it, and Maddy is starting school this year too! The time just flies by in some situations, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have band practice tonight, woo-wee. No, really though, we need to add a bunch of new songs and even need to write some more of our own, and now's the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112360196919197216?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112360196919197216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112360196919197216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/yep-back-to-normal.html' title='Yep, back to normal...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112351938580742314</id><published>2005-08-08T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:43:05.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday weekend was wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="50" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0260.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a good day, I slowed down and was taking it easy for my birthday. Brea had gotten home a little late from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready for the show, before we left Jizz came over and had a new hair do. Betty had corn rowed his hair to where it said "Jiz" on the back of his head. It looked cool! Then we all loaded up and went to work. When we got there I noticed some huge balloons, and a lot of them, in the bar. They were for me, Brea had picked them up and delivered them to the bar before coming home. They were beautiful! Carrie comes in as we're setting up and hands me a gift, the Newlyweds seasons 2 and 3 on DVD. Great gift, I'm much appreciated. Before we started playing Brea snuck off to a pizza joint to get me a pizza for my birthday, instead of a cake cause that's what I wanted, a pizza that read Happy Birthday in jalopenos and cheese and stuff! So she went out and got me one, it was delicious, and I couldn't believe she actually did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was pretty packed, poeple were bringing me cards and gifts and wishing me a happy birthday. Of course they were buying me shots so when we got ready to play this one song, I was having a brain fart cause I couldn't remeber the d*mn notes, then I felt like I was under pressure, and then everybody was laughing, it was hilarious! My cousin Dawn brought Brianna out she danced and sang with us, it was nice having them there. I don't remember the last time Dawn celebrated a birthday with me, but it made me feel good that they came out. We came home and Jizz and I were playing and laughing and joking around the living room cracking Brea up, it was some funny stuff, we took some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, Brea got up and went to get us some breakfast for my birthday. My brother, my mom and a few other friends and family members had already called and were on the answering machine singing me happy birthday songs. Brea and I got ready to go and see the Dukes of Hazzard, since I love Jessica Simpson and it was being released that day! It was a good movie, we had a good time. We came back home and got ready for the Earth, Wind and Fire concert. We got there and the place was packed! We got a couple of strawberry daqueries and went to our seats, which were smack dab in the middle and very close. They were excellent seats! The show was wonderful, even better than the last time we saw them and they played all my favorite songs! My boy was all over that stage with his bass at hand! After they got of stage we left and came back home and went to bed, it was a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in with my honey on Saturday morning, which is something I love to do! We got ready that evening for the sailboat ride Brea was taking me on. We left early to go by the mall so I could buy myself a new jump rope and then we walked around and talked there for a while. We went on down by the waterside, where the boat docks, and went into a little bar on the water to have a drink before we boarded. There was a band there on break and the place was dead. Come to find out the guy who was sitting next to me at the E,W,F concert was there playing with his band, that was ironic! Brea was acting so cute, out of her element. She was scared to death that she was going to get sea sick on the boat, so she was very quite and very shy acting, not wanting to talk to anybody, it's real cute when she's in that situatuion. By the time we left the bar to head towards the boat we were feeling pretty good. We boarded and took off... It was beautiful, we were drinking wine and had this one little section all to ouresleves. There was quite a few people on board, there was some sort of class reunion going on. We talked and made out and drank a couple more glasses of wine and before we knew it we wee docked again. We had a splendid time. On our way back to the car we stopped back by the bar we were at cause we told the guys we would and Brea jumped on the drums, it was funny. We stayed a few minutes and came back home, and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep in again with my woman on Sunday. Then she had to get ready that afternoon for her remote. I cleaned the house while she was gone and spoke to my mother over the phone. She and her husband had the weekend off and they were out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting back to normal now, I guess. I'm still going to milk this whole birth month thing, you watch. But I must say, that I am very thankful for all the good people I have in my life and appreciate all their kind words and actions and I'm also very thankful for everything I've been blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I feel so much older...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112351938580742314?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112351938580742314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112351938580742314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-birthday-weekend-was-wonderful.html' title='My birthday weekend was wonderful!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112308464829490012</id><published>2005-08-03T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:57:31.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only two more days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/2005%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/2005%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days before my woman takes me to see The Dukes of Hazzard and Earth, Wind and Fire! Then the day after we go on the sailboat ride! It's going to be a fun month for us, I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim came over and did Brea's, Carrie's and my hair last night. It looks really good too. I wanted to go with really blonde highlights, because it's more of a summer look and it goes really well with my tan. She also trimmed it up a little bit, I'm going to let it grow long for a while. We had a good time, laughing and talking and joking around with each other. Wanna hear something funny? Carrie had to put two plastic shower caps over her head, to help allow her highlights to process, and was told to blow dry them to help speed it along. Kim was working on my hair and after about twenty minutes she said, "Let me go and tell this girl that she's probably done it long enough". Carrie comes back in the kitchen and we noticed her caps looked a little funny. Well, we got a closer look and come to find out she had melted the caps to her head! She basically shrink wrapped her head! It was so funny! Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some good news yesterday about our project, but we still have to continue to wait! Sometimes I just feel like giving up on it, but I'm come such a long way with it and can't imagine it not getting off the ground, and all this time would be a waste. I was told that we should definitly have a solid answer by the end of September, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woman's office is a total disaster area right now because of the flood the building had, on the fifth floor! And it's starting to get on her nerves. She went into work early today thinking she could get in her office to catch up on work, only to find out she went in early for nothing. Desks all over the place and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy, Jizz went shopping with me yesterday, that was a pretty funny event too. The old people don't talk to me as much when he's around. But the whole thing reminded me of something out of the movie Duplex, when he takes the old woman to pick up her prescriptions, and to the bank... it's a good movie and makes me laugh really hard! Anyways, I spent a little more money than I was initially supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day to... lay out! And if it's O.K. with my kids that's exactly what I'm going to do!&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112308464829490012?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112308464829490012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112308464829490012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/only-two-more-days.html' title='Only two more days...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112299664637741125</id><published>2005-08-02T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:30:46.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair and grocery shopping day!</title><content type='html'>I am almost done with my work on the puter, now I have to straighten up the house and get ready to go grocery shoping! I love it! I've had my list made since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with Brea and she told me that one of the other stations in her building was interviewing, drum roll please... Jessica Simpson, on the phone, she's in New York! Wish I could interview her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little sun yesterday and I might try to get a little more today depending on how much time I have. Today we are getting our hair done after Brea gets off from work. Our good friend Kim does it, and thank God she makes the time to come over here and do it at the house. She does a really good job too, she listens when you talk to her and that's what good hairdressers are supposed to do... plus it helps that she's our friend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a meeting today, we'll see what happens I guess. Gotta go, got things to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112299664637741125?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112299664637741125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112299664637741125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/hair-and-grocery-shopping-day.html' title='Hair and grocery shopping day!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112291432488758767</id><published>2005-08-01T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:38:44.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my BIRTH MONTH! Whoo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>I excited about it being my birth month because of all the special attention my woman gives me, but not about the actual birthday, if you know what I mean. If I don't think about it, it's not so bad. I'll just keep thinking about all the fun stuff we have planned for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really great day here at the house on Saturday and then had to turn around and get ready for a show. I had a wonderful time, cause I was off stage for the last part of the night! Yep, I couldn't hang... I couldn't see my bass to play it! I hope Carrie forgives me, I know my woman does cause I begged, and who cares about Henry...haha  Plus, it gave me a chance to do a little, what'cha call it, promoting and socializing and what not... haha  There was a fight in the parking lot when we were leaving and this one guy got knocked on his #ss a couple of times. We were worried one of our new friends, Ron, was gong to get involved but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids were being so cute over the weekend. They love it when Brea is home to spend some time and play with them. They miss her when she's gone all the time, and so do I. All that is going to change a little this month, and we're looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think My brother and his family were here this weekend, and he didn't call me or e-mail me to tell me or anything. I've inquired about what they were doing and never got a reply. I think my brother is a little sore with me, he takes it personally that I can't see them more. He'll understand soon, I hope, he doesn't realize how much work I've been invovled with for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day, there's going to be a meeting taking place that surrounds the band and I'm really anxious to hear what happens. I want it to happen so BAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want her to leave me to go to her remote, so I was joking with Brea yesterday morning about her maybe not wanting to leave me alone in fear of what might happen... cause of what happened last weekend, it was cute. I actually ended up going with her, and we had a good time. There was a band playing and everything, it was fun. I struck up good conversation with one of the band member's wifes, and we talked about everything from our spouses to music. They were newly weds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Monday, and I have to say the day is starting out pretty good. Doing the laundry and all that jazz... might try to lay out today, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112291432488758767?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112291432488758767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112291432488758767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-my-birth-month-whoo-hoo.html' title='It&apos;s my BIRTH MONTH! Whoo Hoo!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112274148565736029</id><published>2005-07-30T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:38:05.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We had a wonderful evening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/IMG_0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Brea all day on the phone, joking and flirting back and forth to each other. She told me that Kelly Clarkson was there at the station on Tuesday and Anna Nellick was there on Thursday. She got her autogragh and stuff which was really cool. Went to the bank and did some running around. Brea got home from work on time and we started to get ready for our date, still not knowing what she had planned. Come to find out, she had made reservations for us at our favorite resturant, which is elegant and fancy, and she took the liberty of ordering for me, and we drank two bottles of wine, and we talked and laughed... it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had another surprise for me, she took me to the Norva to see a show that some of the local bands were putting on. We went up to the bar and even though we had wrist bracelets stating we were over 21 years old, the bartender cut his eyes at us and asked if he could see our ID's once more. Man, that made our night! I was like, hell yeah, especially since my birthday is around the corner, shoot! He took our drivers licenses and stared at them, then he would cut his eyes back at us... I think he was flirting a little too. Made us feel good. The show was good, I got a little light headed and had to sit down a minute. I think the wine was getting to me. We had enough and cut out of there and came back home and had playtime with the youngest, watched a TV and made out a little, and went to bed at a decent hour! It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was even better. We tried tricking ourselves into thinking Brea had to be up and off to work by setting the alarm and pretending she wasn't going to go in. It was fun, and it worked. We turned the alarm off, joked around for a minute, and went back to bed for another hour. We had playtime this morning with the kids, had a little lunch already, now we're going to kick back some before the show tonight. It should be a real good night. Chevy's really has become one of our new favorite places to play at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, it's been real nice having my woman all to myself, not having to share her with remotes, the band, and the station, ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112274148565736029?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112274148565736029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112274148565736029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-had-wonderful-evening.html' title='We had a wonderful evening!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112265733780068264</id><published>2005-07-29T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:15:37.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is great, can't wait for tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/IMG_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/200/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything with the meeting that took place yesterday went wonderfully! More than I expected... the meeting lasted over an hour and they actually had another short meeting with someone else that's in the same building, and that went great too! They were so excited about it they called as soon as it was over. It's moving right along... I hope it stays that way! Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fried up some green tomotoes the day before yesturday and they turned out delicious. We love fried green tomatoes so my mother gives them to us as she grows them. A little egg and milk beat together, dip your slices in that along with some frying batter, a few seasonings and fry them over medium heat, mmmmmmmm! It's the season for 'em, ya know, so get 'em while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea called me yesterday morning from work and told me that we had to go shopping when she got off from work for new outfits to wear, cause she is taking me on a date tonight! She has made plans and reservations for us, we don't just celebrate birtdays around here, we celebrate the whole month, and mine's coming! She also told me she has made reservations for next Saturday as well, the day after my actual birthday, for us to go and drink and dance on a big schooner boat as it sails through the harbor! She knows what I love and the things I like to do, I am so looking forward to everything and can't wait to spend some good, quality time with her. The delivery man came to the door yesterday afternoon with flowers that our good friend, Teresa, sent to Brea and me. They were really pretty, was a nice thing to do. She said they were for no particular reason, just that she was thinking about us. Then Brea comes home with a dozen purple roses for me, she's beginning to celebrate my birth month. They were beautiful! I love it when she brings me fresh flowers! She rearranged them for me on the table and everything! Then we went shopping and picked out some really cute outfits and shoes to wear on our up and coming dates. It was nice just going out and blowing a little money on ourselves, she also got me these beautiful earrings. We had a great time and came back home and watched some TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Henry running up and down the stairs yesterday with his shoes on! The nerve of him, Brea and I don't even walk around this house with shoes on, what in the WORLD would make him think HE can?! Boy, I tell ya, that's just a little taste of the way he thinks... he's very unappreciative and disrespectful of OTHER peoples things. I was wondering where all the pine straw and junk on the stairs was coming from, then it dawned on me that I haven't seen his shoes by the door in a couple of weeks, and he's been doing this for quite some time! He was making out like he was taking his shoes off when he comes in and takes them upsatirs with him... yeah right! So, I yelled at him and punched him real good in the shoulder and told him from this point if he's here the shoes come OFF and stay at the door, PERIOD! Now he gets the pleasure of vacuming his mess. I don't know how much longer I can deal with his issues.......... Ugh! I got over it pretty quick, but my blood pressure was up for a few minutes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie came over soon after to pick up a few things and stuck around long enough to talk for a few minutes. We needed to catch up on our chit-chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just paid the payment for the beach house and now I must try to decide what exactly I'm going to wear tonight, I can't wait! It's going to be fun, wherever we go and whatever we do, I at least know that she's going to make me feel like the most important woman on the face of the earth! I'll let cha know tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112265733780068264?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112265733780068264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112265733780068264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-is-great-cant-wait-for.html' title='Everything is great, can&apos;t wait for tonight!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112256157030566400</id><published>2005-07-28T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:39:30.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God I'm so anxious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/family_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/320/family_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday I spoke to one of my boys, one of the guys that I'm working with on something, and he told me some good news, they have a meeting today at noon. It's coming up... I wonder what's going to happen, I wish I was there. They have everything already prepared and ready to go and I know they're going to do good. I want to know what's going to happen, they're going to call later this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working my poor webmaster to death, he was working on our site for like 6 or 7 hours yesterday, and he's still not done with all the picture stuff. Hopefully that will be done today or by the latest tomorrow. It looks good and I can't thank him enough, I feel bad though, that he's spending so much time getting it all together, and of course I don't help shouting demands all the time and wanting to change things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were really cute this morning. I had to give Stevie her heartworm pill, I tried giving it to her days ago but she refused to take it, she's a baby. She got her bath yesterday and it made her feel so much better! She was running around the house like a chicken with her head cut off, she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woman was a little moody yesterday... I didn't like it. I think things are getting to her, but hopefully the break we all have coming up will help some. We need one, or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find out if my brother is coming over the weekend, so let me do what I gotta do. Hopefully I'll have good news for tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112256157030566400?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112256157030566400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112256157030566400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-god-im-so-anxious.html' title='Oh God I&apos;m so anxious...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112247981768788846</id><published>2005-07-27T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T12:21:18.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're rested up, a little!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/152-5253_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/200/152-5253_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday was a really good day. I spent the morning working and taking care of my woman at the same time, then we went to her doctor's appointment later that afternoon. The doctor told her she needs to take it easy and to slow down on all the activities she's got going on in her life. She's also not allowed to lift anything over 20 pounds, lucky for her. I've been trying to tell her these things. She gave her some medication for her sching joints and also gave her a little something to help her relax in the evenings. She got some rest last night night finally. I'm not a cupcake to be around all the time either so I am really going to try and help her out by not giving her a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and did a little shopping while we were waiting for her prescriptions to be filled and we bought a Goerge Foreman grill for our beach house and another outdoor grill for here at the house. We got them at some great deals, I am so happy with them, plus we've been wanting one for the beach house but never bought one. Picked up a couple of movies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken on a few more responsibilities for the band, I don't mind though. I have taken over the entire mailing list and newsletter stuff now. It's a little complicated, but I'm learning pretty fast. It coming along... I have been also working with my webmaster on the front page, music page, and picture page. There are a few pics posted but not as many as I want, and I'm not too crazy about the flash thing he's trying out, so we've nixed it and either going to have a self controlled slide show or just a full page of pics you can scroll down and look at. There is also going to be two picture buttons at the top of the page, one for the fans and one for the band. It's really important for me to have this site looking as good as it can, I have a lot of important people logging on! Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take a break from playing out so much in August but our phone hasn't stopped ringing with people wanting to book us. It's tempting, but we're looking forward to the break, we need it and are well deserved of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give my kid a bath today, a little undivided attention just to her. She loves to get massaged in the tub all soaped up. Most times I just put her in the shower with me, she likes that. My girls were being really good this morning, they love me and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my mom on the phone for about an hour and she mentioned that my brother and his family might be coming into town this weekend. That would be really nice, that way I can see the kids and give them a few gifts and not feel rushed to get in and out of town because of the things I have going on here. I miss them all so much and I don't think they believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I think, my days are all confused, is my E,W,F concert baby! Yeah! Can't wait and they were excellent last year! I've had my tickets for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for now! Be back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112247981768788846?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112247981768788846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112247981768788846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/were-rested-up-little.html' title='We&apos;re rested up, a little!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112239417593668308</id><published>2005-07-26T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:43:09.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little behind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/155-5546_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/200/155-5546_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't written anything in here since Friday, But I have had an extremely long and strange weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show Friday night in Portsmouth went over really and there was a pretty decent crowd there. We have a new fan and friend named Ron that came out and brought us each a rose. I thought that was really sweet. We all love fresh flowers. My mom and my cousin Dawn showed up during our break which was a reall y nice surprise. I have a good time with those girls, I get Dawn drinking and my mother dancing! We were all laughing and having a great time. I hope they decide to come out more often. It's good for them to get out of the house and away from their men for a while. Dawn's man called while she was in the club so Brea and I took the liberty of cussing him out! He loved it, he knew we were playing and joking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wasn't quite the day I was expecting. I forgot that Brea had to do a d*mn remote for the station at noon. So once again, she had to get up and leave me. She was going to be working from a hot dog resturant and I wanted to go so bad! But... I was sick as a hot dog with a hang over from hell! I finally stopped puking around the time she was coming home. She brought me a pizza to make me feel better, and it did. We took it easy the rest of the afternoon and kicked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is a day I'd like to forget and not talk about. I would love to pretend that day never existed. It was a great morning, a beautiful day... then Brea gets ready to leave for her usual Sunday remote. I always have a hard time letting her leave the house, I hate it when she's away from me, it hurts my heart to not be around her. So before she left we had a couple of shots, and to make a long story short I took a couple more, and before I knew it I thought it was 6:30am Monday morning, and Brea still hadn't come home! Needless to say I threw a fit and and lost my noggin for a while, even went over to my mother's house with Stevie and it took her husband and her 20 minutes to convince me that it was still Sunday, and that Brea was at work! I finally calmed down and got my witts about me. Yes, I'm a little crazy, and yes my woman still loves and takes care of me. I still feel like crap about it though, worrying the two of them like I did. I have to control myself and my emotions, but as you can imagine the thought of my woman not coming home to me kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I was still shook up over my weekend. I cleaned the house up real good, dusted, cleaned the bathrooms, mopped the floor and all that jazz. Went to the grocery store and picked up a few household items we needed and waited for my woman. I knew she was having a hard day from the night before, we barley got any sleep. She stopped by the movie store on her way home so we watched some movies and grilled out that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and Brea was still laying in bed beside me. I thought she had over slept when in fact she had given herself a day off, here at the house! With me, and the kids! That makes me so happy. Been an excellent morning and don't want the day to end. Although I've been catching up on my work her butt is still right beside me relaxing and enjoying her house some. I'm trying to get the new pics up and things to look as smoothly as possible on the site for business reasons, it's taking more time than I anticipated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112239417593668308?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112239417593668308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112239417593668308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-little-behind.html' title='I&apos;m a little behind!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112204570156972236</id><published>2005-07-22T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:21:41.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/1600/angstevstit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2936/682/200/angstevstit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like this week has just flown by! I can't believe Friday is already here, and the best part about it we don't have a show tomorrow night and my woman doesn't have to work either! We'll probably have a steak dinner or something nice, watch some movies and curl up together. I'll let her handle the kids to give me a little break... mothers sometimes need a change of pace too. I love them to pieces but I know they get tired of me too and need their other mommy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the place we're playing at tonight. It's in downtown Portsmouth and we usually end up having a calm and relaxing kind-of show. Same energy just more laid back. Brea and I were talking this morning and decided we were going to "get ready" together this evening for the show. I can't wait! We're going to start early cause I hate rushing in bed! haha Whew, she's a hot one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Lisa is on her way over to visit for a while. I haven't seen her in about a week or so. We have some catching up to do. She's always involved in good drama and I love to sit around and listen to all the stories she tells me. It's some good stuff, especially since it doesn't involve us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures will probably up sometime this weekend, from my understanding. I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;O.K., I have to do some work, then straighten up this house, and work on my abs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112204570156972236?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112204570156972236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112204570156972236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-already.html' title='Friday already?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112196059556704904</id><published>2005-07-21T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:43:15.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a lonely, lonely day for the kids and me.</title><content type='html'>My woman went into work early yesturday and then they want to keep her after work too! Some of the people she works with don't have anyone or anything to go home to so they feel she doesn't either... they're jealous! Don't hate! I worked in the yard a little yesturday. It was steaming hot outside! But I had to get up some of that pine straw and crap that collects around the door and house every few days! I love the trees but d*mn! People will track that stuff in our house, even though the shoes come off at the door. I was joking with my neighbor while sweating to death, I had her cracking up about silly stuff. She's a sexy older woman, reminds me a little of like, Anita Baker or something. Not to worry though, I know what you're thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then as soon as she got home she had to turn right around and get ready for a remote at a water park at Virginia Beach. She barely had enough time to eat a decent meal without getting heatburn from trying to eat fast. Jizz stopped by and chilled with me for a few minutes after Brea left. Come to find out his car had gotten broken into! They ripped out his stereo and speakers, and when I say they ripped it out, they ripped it out! I felt real bad for him, it happened when he was visiting his cousin at his cousin's house. He tought they took his cell phone too. He called it and left a nasty message in case they could hear it, with all kinds of threats and he was ranting and raving. Then his phone rings and he listens to the message he left himself, it was hilarious! He said on the message he had never been to prison before but when he finds the person who did this he was going to find out what prison life was all about, cause he was going to slit his throat... etc. etc. I laughed so hard when he told me that! It's funny how that boy can take ANY bad situation, weather it's his, mine, Brea's, and make it seem so un-important. I love that about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea finally got home around 11pm last night. It was so good to just lay in the bed with her, with her hands touching me. I love her hands, especially when they're on me... my arm, my back, my head, just touching me. I didn't want her to leave this morning, and I could tell by the way she was procrastinating in the driveway that she didn't want to leave no more than I wanted her to. Tonight is going to be just the four of us, eating a nice meal, gotta figure out what that is, and watching a little television touching and loving each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112196059556704904?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112196059556704904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112196059556704904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-was-lonely-lonely-day-for-kids-and.html' title='It was a lonely, lonely day for the kids and me.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112187230489894933</id><published>2005-07-20T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:11:45.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been getting together new pictures for the site!</title><content type='html'>A lot of people have been asking when I was going to update the pictures on the site and I'm proud to say that I am working on this matter as I type in this journal. I have some really good ones of the band and especially of our fans! Lots of really good photos from the past few months. I have made a promise to myself to stay on top of these things and to keep the site as accurate and up to date as possible. I have to, not only for the fans, but because I have some pretty important people hitting the site for other reasons and there really is no excuse for my laziness in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping yesturday, I usually go on Mondays for the Food Lion gossip, but luckily I didn't miss anything. I was shown some contraption that fits over your glasses, quite easily I might add, but one of my old man friends. I put it over my glasses and the thing nearly swallowed my whole face! It was funny but I have to say they work well shielding sun light, just need a smaller pair! I have the little clippy thing that snaps on but I really need something darker, my eyes are sensitive because of various reasons... And one of my other old friends told me a secret, I could get my bread fresher and cheaper at another store... I love it when they come up to me and whisper their thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Dawn has asked the band to play at Brianna's 10th birthday coming up here pretty soon. I'm not sure if our different schedules is going to allow that to happen. Between Brea trying to do special stuff for me for my birthday, her having to do all these radio station remotes, going out of town in a couple of weeks for a show.... I'm not sure what's gonna happen. We would love nothing more than to set up and have her little butt on the microphone singing all our songs cause I know that's what she'd love to do, in front of all her little friends and everything. We'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this project I'm working on is dragging and dragging out, and it's killing me! I want it to happen NOW and it's just not moving fast enough. There's nothing I can do about it now though, it's not in my hands, and it has to pass through so many hands that by the time IT happens we're going to have to change the name of the band from THAT GIRL BAND to THEM OLD B*TCHES! Alright, it's not really that bad but it feels like it! I have other projects to start working on as soon as this one goes through. I mean, I've started on them, but there's no need to rush working on them until this one goes through completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now everything is on hold for the band, like going into the studio to record a new album, forcing Henry to find a new residence, booking big shows and all sorts of things until I hear otherwise and am given the O.K. to continue. That's the day I've been waiting for for a very long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea has a stupid remote today at some water park. If it was inside I would probably go just to spend extra time with my woman but I'm not really up for being in the sun. I think I'm getting ready to get the symptoms that comes from menustration. Not that I menustrate, remember, I'm going through the change of life that women go through at my delicate age.... but I still get the miserable symptoms! What to do, what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done for now, been working on this puter all morning and my fingers are tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112187230489894933?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112187230489894933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112187230489894933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/been-getting-together-new-pictures-for.html' title='Been getting together new pictures for the site!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112171017451428193</id><published>2005-07-18T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:09:34.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a good, long weekend.</title><content type='html'>I managed to get everything together for the trip on Friday and we ended up leaving around 3pm, as we origanally scheduled. We ran into some bad weather and traffic but made it there on time to unload, set-up, check in the hotel, eat and get ready for the show. It was a good and loud crowd which is usually expected from there. A guy made me mad by trying to tell me that my woman had been kissing another girl at this smae place in the past. He turned out to be full of sh*t, literally, which we knew and admitted it. Still made me mad though. The thought of my woman with anyone else kills me inside. I should have known better than to even think she would mess around on me, and vice-versa. We are made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having two rooms for all of us to stretch out in. Some friends of ours who we've named Blueberry, and her husband Banana, showed up in the same hotel as us, which was ironic. Our friend Teresa gave me early birthday presents while we were there. She gave me a huge black and white Guess advertisment of Anna Nicole that was printed in I believe 1993 and used in stores! She said she ran across it at an antique store. I have never seen anything like it, omly on television. I love it! She also gave me two pictures of Jessica Simpson, which I also love to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend, the place didn't seem as livly as it usually does. The crowd and interaction was good, but something didn't feel right this time, something different. This also happened to be the weekend my father threw a huge party for the twins and Maddy down in North Carolina. From my understanding there were clowns, and pools and all kinds of fun crap I missed out on! I'll make it up to them soon. My cousin Dawn drove my mother down there and they said they had a wonderful time. I wish Brea and I could have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy today, catching up on some work for the band, and of course you know I'm a housewife so there's alot in voled with that! I was supposed to make time to go to the grocery store today but I don't think I'll have enough time to do everything I have to do before Brea gets home, and once she's here I'm up her butt and we don't leave each other once we're together! I hope I didn't miss all the gossip from all my old grocery buddies by missing today. I'll meet up with them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken with cheddar rice tonight, one of my woman's favorite dishes I make for her. The kids like it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112171017451428193?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112171017451428193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112171017451428193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-was-good-long-weekend.html' title='It was a good, long weekend.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112144358073206445</id><published>2005-07-15T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:06:20.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for Hopewell today!</title><content type='html'>Found out yestuday that there was something wromg with the transmission on the van. Needed some new rings or some sh*t. It was still under warranty though and I'm so glad we took it in to be serviced! Last year the thing went out on us on our way back from Hopewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a pretty busy day. First thing this morning I had to get up, get the van, pick up Stevie's prescription, stop by the liquor and grocery store, fill up with gas, pay the bills, and so much more. I have to get all this stuff ready before 3pm, that's when we're getting on the road. As soon as we get there we set up the equipment, it's upsairs which really sucks, and run to the motel, set up the kids, eat and get ready to rock-n-roll. We are always press for time on days like this but we always start on time. One thing I'm looking forward to is going swimming at the motel and watching movies in our room all day until our show on Saturday night. We ended up booking an extra room for everyone, otherwise it would be the two kids and five adults in one very small room. We've done it before but it kills me man! I need a little breathing room. Hopefully Henry will stay at someone's house, I don't care who, so Brea and I will have our own room and Carrie and Jizz can have theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea and I were talking about covering the new White Stripes song called Blue Orchid or something like that. It's a good one. Anyways, on this song we can kick Henry off stage for a while and I'll hit the skins while Carrie does the guitar part and Brea sings. There is no bass line and the beat is so simple yet very cool! It's a beat I already know and play around with all the time! It's gonna be fun! I love that girl drummer, what's her name, Meg White? I love watching her, she is so funny and animated and her beats are simple yet catchy, just proof you don't have to have a huge drum kit or have to do a bunch of outrageous stuff to get heads bobbing or to sell records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta feed my young'ns and continue packing. Should have a lot to tell in my next entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112144358073206445?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112144358073206445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112144358073206445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/leaving-for-hopewell-today.html' title='Leaving for Hopewell today!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112136257202474032</id><published>2005-07-14T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:36:12.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy...</title><content type='html'>I had to take Brianna home late yesturday evening, and I hated dropping her off. She is such a little sweetie pie... then I had to meet Brea at Aamco's to have the van serviced. I felt like something wasn't right with the transmission we just had put in not even a year ago and didn't want to take it on the trip this weekend without having it looked at. I was right... it needed something new so they're fixing it today. I am really paranoid about breaking down and everything even though we have AAA and all that jazz, it still worries me. It should be ready today, if not it will defenitly be ready tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in the middle of making C.D.s for us, we sold out the other night. I had to wait cause I just picked up another ink cartridge yesturday. I have a lot to do to get ready for the weekend. I am going to be pretty busy today and tomorrow. I'm kind-a looking forward to the trip and kind-a not. We are all going to be cramped up in a tiny little motel room for almost 3 days, with the kids! Oh well, gotta do what I gotta do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're having lamb, oh shoot, I forgot to take it out of the freezer, be right back...&lt;br /&gt;O.K., they should thaw out by dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also have to make time to get to Stevie's doctor's office to get her thunderstorm medicine prescription filled. I would hate for her to be stuck in the hotel room by herself with her little sister during a thunderstorm without any drugs! That would make me a bad mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful woman  bought me a bag that I can carry my new laptop in while we were at Circuit City yestuday. It's an early birthday gift. I love it, it is so nice and cute and my puter fits in it so goooooood! She spoils me... We won't really have any time together until she gets off from work Monday evening! As soon as we get back from Hopewell on Sunday she has to turn right around and leave out to the beach for her remote and won't be back until bedtime on Sunday night. It really sucks but what do you do?! She has to slow down some, I need some undivided attention! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112136257202474032?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112136257202474032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112136257202474032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112127513686225558</id><published>2005-07-13T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:18:56.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was fun!</title><content type='html'>Yesturday Brianna and I went to Brea's radio station to visit her for a bit, then we went to the mall and played at Jeeper's for a few hours. I rode all the rides with her and played agmes and we even won a bunch of candy out of the machine. It was fun hanging out with the kids and even acting like one. I have to do that more often. We were going to also go to a museum but we got carried away at the mall and by the time we left the mall the museum was closing! Last night Carrie came over and we punked out, we put loads of make-up on each other, colored each other's hair, did our nails and to boot we all had matching shirts, sunglasses and wrist bands. It had been so long since Brea, Carrie and I have done anything like that. We were acting like a bunch of 10 year olds! It's going to take me months to clean up all the glitter, but it was well worth it and would gladly do it all over again! As a matter of fact, we are planning to have a slumber party in a couple of weeks. We ended up ordering pizza to munch on too, and nixed the B-B-Q sandwiches. That comes tonight for Brea and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting I had been waiting for finally took place yesturday and we had a conference call last night to discuss all the details. It was great, except for the fact that we have to WAIT more! I can't stand it, it's driving me crazy! There is also more meetings lined up but the wait is putting a hurting on me! I want it to happen now, but I'd rather wait a bit longer than to not have anything at all to wait for, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a pretty busy day and on top of all that I was up ALL night last night with my youngin', Stevie, because of the thunderstorms that passed through all morning long. I have to take Brianna home and stop by a few stores as well. I have to start getting things ready for us to go out of town this weekend and in the middle of all the things going on around here I have to make time to spend with my honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working all morning so that's enough for now. I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112127513686225558?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112127513686225558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112127513686225558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-was-fun.html' title='It was fun!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112117697824376970</id><published>2005-07-12T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:02:58.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loved!</title><content type='html'>I went to my cousin Dawn's house yesturday to pick up my little cousin Brianna to spend a couple of nights with me. She is the sweetest little thing I've come across in a long time. She reminds me alot of myself when I was that age, until being nice stopped working and I turned into the woman I am today, mean and abrasive! I would hate for someone to hurt her little feelings, I'll kill 'em! She wants to be an entertainer as well and it is running in hers veins! Brea is going to teach her how to rap and even started writing this cute little song for her! I think she's going to turn it into a rap duo that both of them sing on. It's gonna be cute. She is the most well behaved 9 year old I've ran across in a long time. Kids aren't my thing but this one I can defenitly handle, plus we have a lot in common. She makes me feel special and important, like I'm already a superstar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to carry Brea lunch up to the radio station, go to the mall and buy 3 matching outfits with sunglasses and probably go to a museum. I'm looking forward to hanging out with her and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate chinese food last night and tonight we are going to have B-B-Q sandwiches. The 3 of us are going to work on some music tonight and tint each other's hair with hair color and fart around till we can't fart anymore! That's what we did last night. It keeps me on my toes and is lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112117697824376970?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112117697824376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112117697824376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-loved.html' title='I&apos;m loved!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112109833037356452</id><published>2005-07-11T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:26:18.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good weekend.</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend. I went to Brea's remote with her and finished all the work I needed to get done Friday night. Jizz and his girl ended up going with us so besides the fact I was working I still managed to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was a great night at Chevy's! The place was packed wall to wall with good looking people all over the place. The crowd was amazing and danced and sang to all of our songs. I was even offered to go on a trip to Aruba with this older gentleman, but seeing everything that's been going on at that place I don't plan on visiting any time soon, might not make it back! I wouldn't dare do something that silly anyways, not even if I was single, but it made me feel good anyways. We always have a blast at that place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a lazy day... sat around the house and watched some TV. Brea had to do her usual Sunday routine by going to do her remote. My poor baby works so hard! I think she got some rest over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my woman sounds like she's having a hard day at work. I hate it when she's upset and there's nothing I can do about it. I am getting ready to pick up my 8 year old cousin, Brianna, to stay with us a couple of nights. We are going to mold her to be a mini Brea, not cause that's what we want, that's what she wants! She's really good too, it runs through her veins. I think it's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anticipating some news tomorrow about the huge project I've been working on. We'll have to see what happens, I'll just keep my fingers crossed until then. I wish I could learn to be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112109833037356452?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112109833037356452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112109833037356452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-weekend.html' title='A good weekend.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112083603913665213</id><published>2005-07-08T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:20:39.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Been a pretty busy morning already. I had to get after my young'n Stevie for pee-peeing on the rug during playtime with the infant, Stitch. And I had to put Stitch up early cause she was getting into everything, I mean everything! These girls have their good and bad days, today was one of the bad days. They're my girls though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Brea and I rearranged our office to accomidate my new laptop! We basically just switched desks. It'll be a nice change for a while. It only took about 20 minutes to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a show tonight but Brea does have her remote at Mitty's. I'm not sure if I'm going yet, I'd like to sit here at the house and work. I might go and carry my work with me... sit in the motel room they provide for her, have a few drinks and work. We'll see as the day goes by. I have to go grocery shopping, we're out of a few things, like bread. The kids are almost out of their can food as well but I have to go to a special store for their food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesturday that I have to go out of town the weekend my nieces and nephew are going to have a big birthday party, with clowns and all kinds of stuff. Maddy is turning 5 and the twins are turning 1. I'll probably be able to take a trip down there the weekend after to take them some presents. I hate missing out on all the fun though, they'll understand what I'm trying to accomplish and why I' not always around when they're older. I'll make it up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play at Chevy's tomorrow night. That place is always fun, I like it there. The stage is really nice, brand new cause they just built it a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea went it to have the laser hair removal stuff done to her pits yesturday. They couldn't start the tattoo removal cause the machine broke. She said she was a little tender but for the most part it was alright. I could see a difference, she has to keep going back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112083603913665213?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112083603913665213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112083603913665213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112075772249785714</id><published>2005-07-07T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:35:22.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was so dead!</title><content type='html'>It was so dead at the bar last night it wasn't even funny! We as a band had a great time though. Carrie was alittle more trashed than I thought, she was very entertaining. I think we should stop doing the Wed. night thing. It wears us out for absolutly no reason, a watse of time and lots of effort. I wonder how some of the same people can come to every show and hear the same songs over and over again. That's what makes it worth it, to see them having fun and jamming with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is driving me crazy! It's like having a d*mn child around, man I tell ya! For him to have nothing to do he can't get anything done... it's mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls from the group Lillix has started writing me, so lately we've started communicating back and forth about different stuff. We origanally hooked up with them about 2 years ago when we did a show together. They have been going through some stuff with drummers and getting ready to release their new album. As a matter of fact, I am supposed to be sending a copy of our album to her but haven't gotten around to it yet. Will do it in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woman has a little bit of a hangover today. She wants to come home so bad, but she can't. When she gets off from work she's going to Sona Medspa to get some hair laser removal stuff done and also to get the tattoo on her finger removed. I'm excited for her, she's really looking forward to it and I have to say I am too. Our niece, Sabrina, stayed over last night after the show. She stayed around pretty much all morning and the sweet dear even went to the store for her old auntie! She loves me, we have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have pork chops for dinner tonight and I can't wait. I have a weight problem you see, I can't wait to eat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112075772249785714?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112075772249785714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112075772249785714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-was-so-dead.html' title='It was so dead!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112068106524994297</id><published>2005-07-06T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:17:45.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to mom's...</title><content type='html'>My mom did end up coming over to my house yesturday. She stayed pretty much well into the evening. She sat over here and ate dinner with us and we all just sat around and talked. It was nice having her around all day, even if I did spend most of my time working, it was nice to know that she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to her house to day to take and set up my old computer for her to use. Oh my God, it was so comical watching her use it! I was laughing so hard my belly was hurting. I also brought some leftovers to eat for lunch. While I was there I helped her do a few things around the house while I was there. It was a good day, I had a lot of fun. I need to go over there more often, I would have stayed longer today if I didn't need to get back here for dinner and to get for for the d*mn show tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to catch up on some work that I missed today, and I have to hurry because my baby just walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112068106524994297?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112068106524994297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112068106524994297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-to-moms.html' title='Went to mom&apos;s...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112058208665454639</id><published>2005-07-05T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:48:06.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just working.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I have a lot of work to catch up on. I knd-a pushed things aside while my dad was in town. I spent some of last night working and I have a lot to do today. I'm looking forward to it though, I don't mind working for the band's and my future. Plus I have this great new computer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give my mother my old one. That way she and my brother can also share pictures back and forth, of the twins and such. She's never had one before so this is going to be funny. My computer guy who fixs everything, Dave, from Brea's radio station, is moving. It's alright though cause I've already got another great one lined up! I figure if anything goes wrong or heaven forbid something happens to mine I'll just call Jeff! He'll be our new superman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to carry it over to her house tomorrow and set it up for her. It really depends on how much work I get done today, I have deadlines. Then again, I could always go over there with my new puter and work too!! Nah, I wouldn't do that but it's cool I could if I wanted to! I invited her over for dinner tonight, we're having baked speghetti. (How do you spell that?!) Anyways, I hope she comes over. I almost thought her and my father were going to bump butts this weekend! It was all play and talk from both sides cause they didn't even see each other while he was here. There's always been a part of me that wishes they would get back together but I think all adults feel that way after their parents divorce. Who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112058208665454639?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112058208665454639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112058208665454639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-working.html' title='Just working.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-112051592954370490</id><published>2005-07-04T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:25:29.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please...</title><content type='html'>My dad decided to visit me over this past weekend. Well, while he was here he went on ahead and bought me my birthday gift early. I'm writing on ut right now! It's a brand new and very beautiful HP Pavilion laptop computer baby! Yeah! I love it. I've been wnating one for so long! It's really nice and I know I'm going to use the h*ll out of it. That's what happened to my last one, all because of the piles of work I did for the band on it. That's what's supposed to happen though. On Saturday my dad and I went to the mall to do a bit of shopping and ate and then we went to a museum and walked all around. We had a blast. I wanted my woman to be there but she had to do a remote for the radio station. It was nice just spending some time with my dad though, I don't see him as much as I really want to, and should. He also went to our show on Saturday night. It was like having another one of our "boys" hanging around, telling stories, laughing and joking, he even helped with all the equipment. Yesturday we wnt to DirtyDick's Crabhouse at the beach for Brea's other remote. The 3 of us ordered a bunch of crablegs, and crabballs, and shrimp, and crab dip.... I could go on and on. We had a good time up there with her, I love watching her do her thing when she's working, she's so good at what she does. He just left to go back to N.C. this morning, and I started missing him before he even left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Saturday morning Jizz got pulled over by the cops on his way home from here. We were all shaking in our boots, he was on the phone with us the entire time. I won't go into detail, but he was lucky and walked away with a bunch of tickets and fines. Thank God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good show this past Satuday night. Alot of Brea's family members were there dancing and partying. Our niece Sabrina got on stage and played my bass to She Wants, I taught her how to play it a long time ago. She did real good, it was funny. I couldn't believe she remembered it, it had been a while since she played it. We have a friend named Debbie that comes out to see us all the time. She's also a professional belly dancer, and quite good. She has one move in particular that I want her to teach me... anyways, she gave me this mint oil that you burn on your light bulb to help, to help with headaches, and it worked! Brea and I did it yesturday morning and couldn't believe it. I wonder if there's one for stress?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a really good day. Brea and I have just been lounging around the house, watching t.v. and playing on the computer. Her poor little belly was hurting ealier, but she's had a great day off. I made her a delicious breakfast this morning which included one of our favorites, corn beef hash! I don't want her to leave me tomorrow! This day has gone by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool, I can look right over at her beautiful face while working instead of being upstairs in the office, away from her and the kids. I love this puter!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go cook dinner, it's getting late! My woman just yelled at me, see I told ya so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-112051592954370490?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112051592954370490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/112051592954370490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111998253890502013</id><published>2005-06-28T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:15:38.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man oh man.</title><content type='html'>Something is going on with me. I don't know what it is. I feel depressed in a sense. I don't have any motivation, I feel like I'm fat and ugly, things are moving too slow for me in this music business, my birthday is coming up in a month, and we won't talk about that one, I think I'm going through menopause, I have more wrinkles than ever, I have been forced to buy Clearasil to clear up these d*mn zits, Stitch doesn't kiss me like she used to, Stevie's bored with me and gets tired of hearing me talk and being around me, my woman is NEVER home, and when she is we have to take care of BAND stuff most of the time or she's getting home so late we only have time to eat and go to bed. I am.... I don't know. Frustrated with life right now I guess. I hope it will pass very soon! All of it, especially the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an e-mail from a photographer who wanted to know if he could use one of the pictures he took of me at our last Norva show in a brochure he's having made. He said the picture rocks and that I'm very photogenic and offered to do some band shots for us. I told him I was going to take him up on the offer, since Chris is going away for a year. He was going to do them for us this next time, but he leaves in a couple of weeks and I'm not sure if I want to take him away from his family to do that, right before he's leaving, ya know. Either way thier both great photographers, so we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping just a few minutes ago and spent over a hundred bucks. I love talking to all the old people and I love it when they ask me about groceries or cooking in general. Spending money normally puts me in a good mood, and with the compliment Dave, the photographer gave me, and then my woman telling me all the things a woman needs to hear when she's down, has helped a little bit. It's all in my head though, I'm a weirdo! Got to get it out! I need a valiume. That doesn't look right, I don't need to know how to spell it to take one that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some cute little cupcakes to finish out celebrating Carrie's birth month. I'm going to bring them to the show tomorrow night at The Little Creek Inn for her to eat and pass around. I'm going to put a candle on each one of them, they are so cute and little! We spoiled her this year, giving or making her something every week. We're trying to do different things to celebrate our birth months, instead of throwing a huge party at one of our shows like we've done the past few years. Now we all go to eat at Hooter's and go to a titty bar which the band pays for, give gifts all through the month, things like that. It's worked out great so far. I think we're going to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to go downstairs and do absolutely nothing for a change, if I can. The house is clean, clothes are clean, shopping done... I'm not working out today, or for the rest of the week I think. My body needs a break and I'm just tired. We'll see what happens. I don't know if I can do this, but I have to change something in order to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111998253890502013?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111998253890502013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111998253890502013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/man-oh-man.html' title='Man oh man.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111989530865519910</id><published>2005-06-27T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:01:48.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It all makes sense now!</title><content type='html'>No wonder I was dragging around, Aunt Flow has decided to pay me a visit, on and off, for the next couple of days. She doesn't hang around me for very long since I've gotten older, thank God! Well, I don't know if that's a good thing or not, now that I think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Friday night at H2O's as scheduled. It all went really well, saw a few people I haven't seen in a long while. I got a little worried during our break, the main bartender guy that works there insisted on playing music that were running poeple out of there and back home and in the bed! I quickly told him this and he started to play something a little more up-beat and pumping. It kind-a pissed us off a little though. For the most part, it was a crowded house and everyone was having a great time. That's what counts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in all day on Saturday! It was wonderful. I had Brea and the kids all to myself. My baby got to catch up on some much needed rest and took a couple af naps, she even missed Cops cause she was snoozing. I wanted to wake her up to talk and stuff, but I was happy with her being in the same room I was. We bought 4 new movies over the weekend and got to watch all of them without any interuptions. That's really unusual for us around here, sometimes it takes us two and three days to watch one movie and it drives me crazy! Unless we're at the beach house where no one knows how to reach us! That's some crazy stuff, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was clean house day, and I mean clean house day... mopping, the toilets, bleaching the shower, spot cleaning the carpets, dusting and wiping off the televisions... I'm a little pooped now! I still have to fit my workout in. My body has a hard time staying put, and makes me feel guilty if I'm not up doing something. It's really used to being pushed and likes it strangely enough! What my mind says is something totally different though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woman is going to make me... CHICKEN LIVERS tonight! I love me some chicken livers! I usually get them when we're on our way home from doing our Hopewell shows. I haven't had any in a long time now, like two months! That's a long time to me, a real long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's going by pretty fast, can't wait for my woman to get home. Wanna hear something funny? I was paying off a bill that's in her name today, and as we got to the part about "reading the name as it appears on the card" part the lady stopped me because the name wasn't the same. I proceeded to explain to her that B****** Hawk was my wife and that I take care of all her financial expenses. She got real quiet... I could tell by the hesitation in her voice that she was clearly confused. I tought to myself,  let me answer her question for her so she's not sitting there WONDERING what I had just told her. I blurted out, " Yes, I'm a woman and so is she, we're MARRIED and WE ARE LESBIANS... I pay the bills." Well, needless to say she was no longer confused! You'd think people have heard it enough already these days, and it should be no surprise to anyone anymore. Guess not! Anyway, the lady giggled and so did I, it was pretty funny. I just get tired of explaining it, shouldn't have to! Just accept my answers and I'll accept yours and just move on with your life, as we do, and get over it cause it definetly ain't going no where any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;That's what I want to say to the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111989530865519910?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111989530865519910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111989530865519910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-all-makes-sense-now.html' title='It all makes sense now!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111962694822257209</id><published>2005-06-24T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:29:08.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be a long day...</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling today is going to drag, like the way my *ss feels too. I have just been in a kind-a blah mood. I felt the same way yesturday too and I thought I would feel better after I worked out, but it took everything I had in me to finish that d*mn exercise routine! Maybe today, I have faith, will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to be pushing for time all day long, Brea has to go to that remote when she gets off work just to rush home straight afterwards to try to make it on time to the bar to set up and play before 10pm. We can do it though, we've done it before and been in much worse situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping my little cousin Brianna comes out tonight for a bit. If she does we are going to pull her little butt on stage to sing a little. She is one of us in the making, she can hang with the girls and is truly a gem to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many little birthdays coming up, I have actually sat back and thought to myself, "where in the world have all these little people come from?" My Niece Maddy will be 5 next month, Jizz's Mark Anthony will be 7 in August, I think Brianna's birthday is at the end of July, and my twins celebrate their first birthday August 31st! Whew, let me break out the credit cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recieved some bad news from close friends of ours. Kim and Chris- well the Navy has decided to send Chris away to, I forget where but a little boring place, for an entire year! He leaves like the second week in July. We hate to see him go and know Kim is going to be lonely. We hope she knows that our family is her family and we are there for her if and when she needs us. I'm sure they're both going to be depressed for a while. Hopefully it will go by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to enjoy this weekend, I am looking forward to some down time, and the best part is that the kids and I won't be lonely! My woman will be here with us, at least until Sunday evening. That's good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on in here on Monday. I'm really trying to keep this thing updated ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111962694822257209?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111962694822257209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111962694822257209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/gonna-be-long-day.html' title='Gonna be a long day...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111953593995537837</id><published>2005-06-23T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:12:19.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm motivated...</title><content type='html'>Brea, Carrie and I got to check out the new DVD our boys from N.Y. has made. We all decided to meet at Carrie's cousins house, Tina George to watch it. She has a better computer system than I do. It's very special and I think it might take us to the next level. We'll just have to sit back and wait. It's REALLY good, that's about all I can say. And that we're really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping last night as well, bought a few new shirts and stuff. Had a little money to blow, so we blew it! We had a great time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to workout early today and maybe lay out a little bit, depending on how I feel. I have a feeling all day tomorrow is going to be pretty hectic and busy. Brea has a remote after the station tomorrow and before our show... we're going to be pushing it. I can feel it already. we're off Saturday night though, which I'm looking forward to. Know what comes on...&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boys, Bad Boys, whatcha gonna do... whatcha gonna do when they come for you! Yeah, I like that show, one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have a brain fart... don't know what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, took the infant, Stitch, to the doctor yesturday and everything went smoothly. She just had to go in for her booster shot. While I was there I spoke to their doctor about Stevie, and her fear of thunderstorms. She reviewed her chart and suggested a new sort of sedative for older kids. Since nothing the past few years have worked, I asked if it was possible to obtain a sample and she happily obliged. So, an hour before a thunderstorm comes, I hope I can figure that out, I am going to give Stevie a pill and see how she reacts. I hope it works so she will feel calm whenever storms come, cause she really throws a fit! And if it does, I call in a prescription and pick it up! Our kids have the best doctor, Dr. Denise Cisco at Friendship Vet. Hospital on Little Creek Rd. in case anyone wants to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, going to do my daily routines...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111953593995537837?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111953593995537837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111953593995537837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-im-motivated.html' title='Now I&apos;m motivated...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111945272895829273</id><published>2005-06-22T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:05:28.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old stuff...</title><content type='html'>Been doing a lot of communicating with my boys in New York. We have a special project we've been working on for a long while now, almost a year and I do believe it's going to start paying off here pretty soon. So I'm pretty excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been talking with a guy from Ninevolt Magazine, who I think is going to do a story about the band. He's been asking a lot of questions and also wanting some photos. Usually when that happens their doing a story about ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No practice this week, we're taking it easy. But there is one thing we have to do, and that's checking one of our speakers. We think there's a loose connection somewhere or the horn's blown. Either way we have to figure out what it is and fix it. Sounds like lots of fun to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be famous so bad, and I want Brea to be famous so bad and Carrie too. Carrie and I spoke for an hour today on the phone about everything that's going on around us. We can taste the money and success in the air. One things for sure, once we ARE there no one can say the three of us don't deserve it, or haven't worked for it, cause we have! Not including all the bullsh*t politics that surround being in a band or bullsh*t people we've come across along the way. And there's a lot of them, let me tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our sound guy, Jizz's, daughter's birthday. I must run out today, when I'm done with my workout and all of course, and pick up a gift and card so he can bring her over here tomorrow to get it. She's a little Janet, Ms. Jackson if your nasty, little cutie pie. And she loves her Aunt Angela and Aunt Brea. She wants to be in good shape like her Auntie and is always flexing her little bicep muscle for me to feel. She got that from one of the pictures of us on the site where I'm flexing my arm. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin Briannna is the same way. I have to make time for her to come and spend a few days with me. I promised when school was out that she could, and I won't go back on my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, guess I'm through for the day. Let me go and decide what to pull out of the freezer, if I decide to pull anything out at all. Might have lassagna or something, who knows. I better figure something out though soon, so when my baby comes home she can have a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to tend to the kids, workout, shower, go to the store, Oh, and Carrie's coming over to hang out and chat. Be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111945272895829273?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111945272895829273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111945272895829273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/same-old-stuff.html' title='Same old stuff...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111928325000809600</id><published>2005-06-20T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:00:50.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Stevie and I went to our beach house on Friday and came back on Saturday. I had to cut the grass, hang up a few new pictures my mom bought us for the place and I defrosted the freezer out. Things that really needed to be done. I was sweating my tell off after I cut the grass, which at some parts were as tall as me. But it was nothing a few Icehouses wouldn't fix! And Stevie did get her very own soft taco and enjoyed every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea had a very tough weekend, with all the remotes, 3 to be exact and playing in the band really has worn her out. Carrie, Jizz and I had a really good time Saturday night at Okey Dokey's. Carrie was a mess, and so was I. It was all pretty funny, from what I remember... definatly a night I'll never forget. Isn't that funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is no different than any other Monday. Doing the usual housework, laundry, workout...&lt;br /&gt;One thing is different though, my woman is downstairs right now getting some well deserved rest. She had to call in to the station, she's not feeling well at all. That's what I'm here for though, to take care of her... It's a tough job but someone's got to do it! Nah, really though she's like a little baby when she's sick, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to exercise, then I'm going to take advantage of the time I have with my girls today. This sort of thing doesn't happen all the time. Other than going grocery shopping I'm home for the day. Sloppy Joes for dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111928325000809600?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111928325000809600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111928325000809600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-im-back.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111893613531377908</id><published>2005-06-16T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:35:35.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I relax!</title><content type='html'>Usually, Thursdays are my relaxation day. No exercising or work! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show last night at the Little Creek Inn was really fun. We all had a great time. I was hoping for an early night cause we were told that there was also going to be a party going on, so they wanted half band half latino music. Ended up being just band! It was flattering that they wanted us to keep playing but I was set on coming home early. Never works out the way I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Stevie and I are riding down to our beach house to take care of a few things.I promised Stevie that we would stop at Taco Bell and I would get her a soft taco all to herself, so she's looking forward to it. Brea has a remote Friday night and again Saturday morning so it works out alright. I wouldn't be able to spend any time with her anyway so I'll do something useful. I miss the normal life, if that's what you want to call it. You know, like a normal schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like writing anymore so I'll continue probably tomorrow. For now, I'm going to go downstairs, get my baby and curl up in the bed and watch some T.V. if my body will allow it. I miss my woman and wish she was here, didn't want her to leave me this morning but she had to, for her family, her package, us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steaks, potatos and greens for dinner tonight... can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111893613531377908?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111893613531377908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111893613531377908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-i-relax.html' title='Today I relax!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111867649569723771</id><published>2005-06-13T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:28:15.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really behind...</title><content type='html'>I'm so behind in my diary it's not even funny. I have a lot of old and new things that have been going on since I last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea', my poor baby, is spending a lot of time away from me it seems, with working everyday at the station, then all the remotes (appearances) they ask her to do and with the band stuff she never has any time. We never have any time together anymore unless it's hanging out with a bunch of people. And when we are at home our phone seems to ring non-stop. We did go fishing all alone this past Saturday afternoon which was wonderful. I think we've decided to slow the band shows down a bit for the next few months. Play like every other weekend or something, mainly focus on going out of town. That would help a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go with with her, sometimes, to her remotes. I don't want to bother her while she's working and I get tired of being around people all the time. We always end up having a great time but it wears me out just as I know it does her too. We were at Mitty's the other night and had a room to chill in and everything, we always do. She and Jizz ended up passing out on me and Brea' decided the best way to shut me up about going home so she could shut her eyes would be to let me order a pizza. So while they snoozed I ate... then I woke them b*tches up to go home! Had to, my kids were here waiting and they knew we weren't out playing a show! It was pretty funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been working on some really special projects. I am doing everything I can to see that this band retires making music. It's hard work but I just know it's going to pay off in the end. It just always seems like we are waiting for someone or something else before we can go any further. I'm impatient anyways... and that doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my little cousin involved in the music business, she's eight and adorable. I figure since the bug has bitten her to just let her go and see what happens. She has lots of potential, I think I'm going to try and get her to come out soon to H2O'S to get on stage and play around with us, she loves it and so do we. She needs the experiences anyways! It's good for her, starting her out young and watch what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about things cause I'm so behind. But I must start the laundry and straighten up the house. Then I have to throw my workout in and hopefully a shower before my woman gets home. Having Pork Chops tonight for dinner so I better go take those out too.&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111867649569723771?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111867649569723771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111867649569723771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-really-behind.html' title='I&apos;m really behind...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111384920566533520</id><published>2005-04-18T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:33:25.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry it's been to long!</title><content type='html'>Angela and I have had computer problems. Thanx to Dave Thompson here at the station. Everything is all fixed. We love you Dave, you are the best!!!! Anyway, this past weekend at Okey Dokey's and at Paddy O' Brians rocked. The crowds were great as were the staff at both places. O yeah, Thank you! To the guy who payed for our tab(you rock)! Alot is happening with the band. So make sure you keep checking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111384920566533520?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111384920566533520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111384920566533520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-its-been-to-long.html' title='Sorry it&apos;s been to long!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111177056766274287</id><published>2005-03-25T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:54:08.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome baby Ijonae!</title><content type='html'>Angela and I went to visit my niece Tatum and her new baby Ijonae Veretta Swain. 9lbs. and 11oz. and mommy is doing fine. Tatum also has a son, Isaiah. He is now a proud big (little) brother. The baby looks just like mommy and is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111177056766274287?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111177056766274287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111177056766274287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-baby-ijonae.html' title='Welcome baby Ijonae!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111099760648021144</id><published>2005-03-16T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:26:46.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friday Morning.</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys need to tune into WNIS AM 790 with Tony Macrini this friday from 9-10 am. I will be on there discussing my career in radio and That Girl Band. The # to call in is 627-7979 or toll free in Va. 1-888-226-7979. Make sure you listen and call in. It should be alot of fun. Tony is a trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111099760648021144?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111099760648021144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111099760648021144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-friday-morning.html' title='This Friday Morning.'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111099719507342968</id><published>2005-03-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:19:55.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls are gone!</title><content type='html'>Angela and Stevie took Angela's mom and Fancy to our beach house in NC yesterday. So it was me and the weasssssal all alone. We didn't do much. I went to tan and instead of cooking I had my favorite(chinese). Then we watched T.V. and played. I missed my girls and couldn't sleep without them. They will be back today(gosh). I hope they hurry. I hope when I get off they will be waiting for me at the door. I know one thing. I LOVE MY FAMILY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111099719507342968?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111099719507342968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111099719507342968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-girls-are-gone.html' title='My girls are gone!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111056486287026409</id><published>2005-03-11T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:55:26.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>We talked to the loan officer, and it's going to take a little longer to buy a house than we expected. There are a few things on our credit that AREN'T supposed to be there! And we have to get them cleared up so we won't be a "high-risk" loan. The good news is we were approved for $125,000! So we now know what we have to do to reach our goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa is coming in to spend the weekend with us from Richmond today. We always look forward to her visits. She really is a pleasure to be around, and we love her. I cleaned the spare room for her yesturday and got Henry to clean his bathroom. It wasn't bad to begin with, just a little dusty, needed to be done anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111056486287026409?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111056486287026409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111056486287026409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111038618181951699</id><published>2005-03-09T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:36:21.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We get started today!</title><content type='html'>We have our meeting with the loan officers and realtors to discuss our "to do" list to begin the proceedings of buying a house. We are so anxious and excited, I can't wait and I've been looking forward to doing this for a very long time and so has the rest of my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me seems to be having health issues, I wish for everyone I love to take care of themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to have for dinner?.... better ask my woman. It has to be simple cause we are going to be busy this evening and won't have time to really cook anything big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy Jizz spent the day with me yesturday. We watched dvd's and joked around all day, it was fun... he's my boy. Come to find out, and I don't know why after all these years I can't remember, his birthday is this month, his woman's birthday is this month, and my sister-in-law's birthday is also this month! Gonna be busy getting gifts and cards together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111038618181951699?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111038618181951699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111038618181951699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-get-started-today.html' title='We get started today!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-111021674991696354</id><published>2005-03-07T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:32:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad the weekend's over!</title><content type='html'>Man, it was a long weekend! Brea' and I kinda knew beginning Friday evening that things were probably not going to go as planned. Carrie was having her issues to start it off and then the Town Point Pub didn't want to sign our performance agreement when we got there to unload!&lt;br /&gt;It was a little messy, but it all got straightened out, then we all got drunk and partied the rest of the night. Kim and Chris had their hands full with us, I wouldn't let Chris leave the dance floor with me and Kim spent the later part of the night in the bathroom with Brea! I had a great time and I think the the others did too for the most part. We always look for excuses to hang out together outside of playing music all night. We'll do it again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went really well, besides the fact that we were extremely hung over from the night before! I had to take care of my baby all day long, which I love doing. The kids and I let her set back and take it easy until show time. I was so tired and my back was really bothering me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea and I went and got our "hair did" yesturday. Brea's looks really good, more blonde and she kept the length, thank God! On one side of my head it's light red and on the other it's blonde. So depending on what kind of day I want to have I can just flip my hair over and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are meeting with some realtors and loan officers to talk about purchasing a....&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE! I am SO looking forward to buying a house with the woman I love and spending the rest of my life in it with her and our lovable and adorable kids! I can't wait to decorate and all that jazz! It's all I want to think about, so I've really been watching a lot of the home decorating shows that come on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I am going to take my mother to our beach house to spend some quality time with her. We used to spend a lot of time together but don't really have the chance to anymore. I think she's looking forward to it just as much as I am. I look for any excuse to go to the beach house, I haven't really had the chance to show it off to anyone, and we have it set up so cute! We told her that we would let her and her husband take it for the weekends some time cause it's a great getaway, and they like traveling as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stop rambling on and do some work. Have to make a grocery list too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-111021674991696354?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111021674991696354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/111021674991696354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/glad-weekends-over.html' title='Glad the weekend&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110960751060575581</id><published>2005-02-28T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:18:30.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all good!</title><content type='html'>I am feeling much, much better. Now I've just been basically coughing up crap the past few days. It'll all be gone soon, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea met Fifty Cent Last Thursday at her work. She also took some really great pictures and said he and his whole group were really nice people. She gave him and his record label a TGB C.D. and his peeps said they were coming back in a couple of weeks to watch us perform. I hope so... She is going to be meeting a whole lot of really cool celebs the next few weeks, Faith Evans being one of them. She's so lucky... at least I get the pics and the love letters. They all write me love letters cause they LOVE me... maybe I'm exaggerating just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Brea and the kids woke me up really early, cause we all were going to the beach house! I couldn't get out of Virginia fast enough! We all had a wonderful time. Stevie showed Stitch around and the two of them played like usual. Stevie loves having Stitch as a travel buddy and Stitch loves to travel like Stevie! Our kids are so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we pulled up at the house yesturday I began to feel sick to my belly, I wanted to go back to the beach house with my girls. I got in a real pissy mood but it didn't last long cause my woman made me snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It's Monday and I haven't dusted or mopped in two weeks. I have quite a bit of laundry to do as well so let me act like the housewife I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110960751060575581?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110960751060575581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110960751060575581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110926371572898511</id><published>2005-02-24T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:48:35.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel good... GOSH!</title><content type='html'>That was a very cute little entry I just read. My wifey has been taking very good care of me since Sunday. I am feeling much better today, still taking medicine and drinking plenty of juices. I have the flu or something, I want it to GO AWAY! I know my baby wants me to get better, she's been running herself ragged for me, also loosing sleep on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday at H2O's my damn bass goes out on me! If it ain't one thing it's another... I ended up playing on my spare bass which is smaller than your normal bass. It was difficult, but I got through the night. Brea took it in to the repair shop on Monday and the guy fixed it on the spot. A wire came undone and he melted it back together.  And yes, our anny was great, more than I could have asked for! Can't wait for next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the results from the stupid ninevolt awards thing... we came in third. No one's heard of most of the winning bands! I think it's rigged anyway. So I may me a little sore, but it ain't the grammys or nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look like much has been happening in our forums. We need to talk more about that to poeple I suppose, to get them in there posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brea is at work today and she is meeting... drum roll please... Fifty Cent! Told her she has to take pictures for all of us to see. Hope she's having fun, she's the best at that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch up on some work that I've missed this week. Talk to you later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110926371572898511?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110926371572898511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110926371572898511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-feel-good-gosh.html' title='I don&apos;t feel good... GOSH!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110900951547613936</id><published>2005-02-21T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:11:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is sick.</title><content type='html'>Little Miss Angela and the Rev are very sick. I am trying to take care of them but Angela hates taking medicine and the Rev, well he goes to the store and never returns so I have not given him his medicine. They turn into babies when they are sick I don't mind. I love babying her when she is sick. At least she waited until after our 8 year anniversary dinner. That was absolutly beautiful. We had dinner at Brutti's in downtown Portsmouth. Great place, great live jazz, wonderfull food and even better wine. It was very romantic and the perfect evening. We exchanged gifts before dinner. I cried(no laughing). She took my diamond ring that she gave me 8 years ago and had it sized. I have not wore it in 5 years. It was a size ten because I was a size 24! Once I lost all that weight my beautifull ring didn't fit anymore. I was scared to have it sized because it had already been sized. Well she did it and I LOVE it more now than I ever did. I gave her a diamond series Elgin watch. I think she loved it. I know I am very thankfull for the 8 years we have invested into each other. And I know God has blessed me with my perfect match and I love her and our kids Stevie and Stitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110900951547613936?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110900951547613936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110900951547613936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-baby-is-sick.html' title='My baby is sick.'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110857255347648524</id><published>2005-02-16T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T11:49:13.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We now have a NEW system!</title><content type='html'>Brea and I went out and purchased a new sound system for the band. We bought a Yamaha 24 channel mixer board and a new amplifier to add to the other two. We have a few more little extra things to buy today, but overall it looks great and is going to sound even better. We really did need a new one anyway. Hopefully we won't have to shell out any more money for one of those bastards anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a call last night from The Town Pointe Pub asking us to play, so we are. We are virgins to this place, never played there before. I hope it's nice and I'm sure we can get a good crowd in there. We know alot of Portsmouth poeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday night will be the first run of of our equipment at H2O's. PLEASE... don't let anything mess up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you again soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110857255347648524?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110857255347648524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110857255347648524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-now-have-new-system.html' title='We now have a NEW system!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110839955553070876</id><published>2005-02-14T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:45:55.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINTE'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>Friday night was packed at Chevy's, and we all had a blast! We were celebrating Brea's birthday early with all the folks there and had a really grat show. Everyone there is really friendly and fun to play for. We're looking forward to going back there next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, oh Saturday night! Well, the party went really well. The place was slammed packed, everyone was drinking and having a great time, there were balloons and gifts all over the place... and right when we get ready to start, our damn equipment starts shorting out on us! And when I say shorting out, I mean shorting out! It was impossible to perform, and it was so embarrassing! It was really hard for us to keep smiles on our faces when you're in the spotlight like that and something terrible happens, but what do you to... So, we ended up partying with all our friends all night long. It was a shame that it had to happen on Brea's birthday, but it kinda forced her to just hang out and have a good time instead of working on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up this morning with her sweet touch to make sure she wished me a happy valentine's before she left.  I got up soon after to tend to the kids and the little stinker had left me another valentine's day card on the coffee table! We had already exchanged gifts, so I thought, so she got one up on me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think she had a wonderful birthday and very nice valentines. I enjoyed myself a whole lot this weekend, just sitting back letting her make all the decisions and getting anything she wants, since it's her birthMONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when she gets off from work we have to go to the music store, to buy a whole new system of course! That should be really fun for her! I don't mind, I just don't like the dent it leaves in my pocket! We needed to upgrade anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110839955553070876?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110839955553070876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110839955553070876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentintes-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINTE&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110813913405300938</id><published>2005-02-11T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:25:34.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Man oh man, did I have a great morning today! It's the day before my babe's birthday and we woke up the best way possible... I won't get into it, but it was GREAT! It also helps with my cramps, Aunt Flow is visiting me the next few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a show tonight at Chevy's, this place is knda cool cause we don't have to load in all of our equipment, they have a pretty decent house system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow our friend Teresa is driving down from Richmond for Brea's birthday. She's gonna go to the show with us and crash here at the house. I can't wait for her to see Stitch, she's ( we think it's a girl now) gotten so much bigger in just these two weeks! The last time Teresa saw her she was almost dead, she was so sick, and skinny, and white with dehydration. We saved her, she is doing SO good now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a pretty busy day. Teresa and Henry are going to help me prepare for Brea's party. We have to pick up the cake, a few decorations, etc... It's all worth it though, anything to see a smile on her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110813913405300938?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110813913405300938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110813913405300938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110805304415338693</id><published>2005-02-10T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:30:44.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesturday I went to JBR's and bought Brea a gold bracelet for her birthday, along with a few other gifts. I also ordered her a special cake from her kids and have already prepared  surprises for Valentine's and our 8 year anniversary that's coming up in a week. I knew we wouldn't be able to wait until Sat. so she opened all her gifts last night. It worked out perfect, the show we had last night got cancelled at the last minute, we were both tired and I really wanted to just spend some time with her and the kids. She loved her presents which made me very happy! One of them included the movie The Grudge, so we sat around and watched it. It was pretty scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she enjoys her weekend, my plans are to make sure of it. I have a few little tricks up my sleeve as well, so I hope she doesn't think it's over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was here with me now instead of working... it's raining outside and everything. Great snuggle weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going downstairs to curl up with Stevie and watch some television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110805304415338693?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110805304415338693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110805304415338693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110779144782250907</id><published>2005-02-07T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:50:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know...</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what I'm going to get Brea for her birthday. I have a few things in mind, now I just need to make my mind up! I know she'll love whatever the kids and I choose to get her. It'll be a special birthday for her, I'll make ssure of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played at Okey Dokey's this past Saturday night. Man, it seemed like the night was dragging out so long! My fingers started burning so bad I thought they were going to fall off. My poor baby's throat was trying to give out on her, from being sick the previous week and Henry decided to get drunk the first song! It all panned out though, we made Henry eat french fries and made the best of the situation. We were also celebrating Lauren's birthday. During the break we had an accoustic act called Under Current go up and play a few songs. They were really good, and I liked their songs of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids...of ours... are so ADORABLE. I am Da Mommy! Gotta go tend to my young'ns and clean this house for my hard-working, sexy, beautiful wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110779144782250907?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110779144782250907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110779144782250907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110744790511689345</id><published>2005-02-03T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T11:25:05.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better...</title><content type='html'>While my baby (Brea) is feeling better in the belly and slept pretty decent the night before, she was up all night last night coughing her little soul out! I plan for her to take it easy tonight and to just play with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids, oh my goodness! Stitch, the ferret, was supposed to be part of Brea's birthday present but I think I am going to get her something better, cause he's my little man! Stevie and him were playing so good together in the living room this morning and she even baby sat him while I got his food ready. He is on a special diet to get him back to good health. She's so adorable, she's still trying to figure out what exactly he is! He loves to play with me and to hear me scream in a high pitched voice, so he'll act like he's going to get me and wait for me to scream and then he bounces all around like he's laughing his tail off! It's the cutest thing. We are all still trying to get used to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No show tomorrow night, so my woman told me she was going to make me one of my favorites, only when she makes it though, MEATLOAF! We bought some new releases too so we'll set around, cuddle, and watch 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110744790511689345?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110744790511689345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110744790511689345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/better.html' title='Better...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110729755621111957</id><published>2005-02-01T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:39:16.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew... what a week!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursady night was our show with the other girl acts at the Norva. It went really well. I would have liked to have seen more people, but all of us put on a great show. We have a few of our friends drive from Hopewell... Bert, Cindy, Tonya, Janeese and Sylvia. Our good friend Teresa ended up spending the whole weekend with us, which was nice. Her birthady is around the corner so we had to show her a good time, plus, she's very pleasant to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Friday night and that show went well. The place was packed and we were all having a great time. We were all pretty tired from all the exitement the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had a band called The lucky Changs play during our break. It was to help by giving us a small break and to have a little something different thrown in the show. They were really good and our crowd meshed really well with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a call on Sunday morning from Brea's neice, Britney saying they had found a baby ferret that was close to death. So... Brea, Teresa and I drove over there to inspect the situation. Needless to say, that baby ferret is living comfortably right now as I write this, downstairs in a 2-story condo with over $200 worth of accessories and a fat belly. We fell in love after we picked him up, bought some stuff immediatly and then Stevie, Brea and I went out and bought more stuff! Stevie loves the ferret, which we named Stitch, Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor baby (Brea') has fallen ill with food poisoning. She was up all night last night puking from both ends, God bless her, and she felt so bad she called in to work sick, which she never does. I've been doing everything I can to help her and to try to make her feel better. It breaks my heart to see her like this. I hope she starts to feel better soon. I got her a get well balloon from the store when I went earlier to see if it would cheer her up a bit. I'd like to think it did. Gotta go tend to my family, I'll be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110729755621111957?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110729755621111957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110729755621111957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew... what a week!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110658624419150812</id><published>2005-01-24T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:04:04.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We relaxed...</title><content type='html'>I picked Brea' up from work of Friday and we drove straight down to North Carolina to visit with my father, brother and neices and newphew. We decided against going to the beach house this time because we were scared the back roads would have been iced over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Brea, my dad, my step-mom Diane, Stevie and myself, we all ordered pizza, my favorite, and watched movies all night long. We woke up Saturday morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, pototoes and homemade cheese biscuits. It was delicious! Diane has always been a great cook though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to my brother's house later that afternoon to visit with him, Maddy my 4 year old neice and the twins. Jenny, his wife, was at work all day so we really didn't get to visit with her too much. We had originally planned to come home that afternoon, but my dad kind-a pulled me and Brea aside and told us that he was really enjoying our company and that this was like a vacation to him because he's always working... I couldn't leave then!&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later my mother pulls up! She had driven down to spend some time with my brother's family! It was a nice surprise! I think it was the first time I had my mom, dad, brother, wife, Maddy and the twins in the same house together since I was 12! You know, without my parents' other spouses, which sometimes makes me nervous when their in the same room together. The bad thing was I didn't have a camera. I left the damn thing in our van back at my dad's house, and nobody else had one either! I wanted to throw a fit cause I couldn't take a picture, but I didn't want everyone to get suspisious as to what I was up to. So, I savored every minute in my mind. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went back to my dad's. That evening Brea' and I took Dad and Diane out to dinner as a late birthday treat from us. He's always forking over the bill for everything, so I had to sneak past him to ensure myself that I WAS GOING to pay for this meal, if it WAS THE LAST THING I DO! It worked! After dinner, we went back to his house and watched movies again all night. It's something we all enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up yesturday and had sausage gravy with buscuits with Diane, drove over to my brother's and said bye to everyone, and we were on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new week, and we have to prepare for the show at the Norva this week. We also have shows on Friday and Saturday night so we all better rest up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110658624419150812?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110658624419150812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110658624419150812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-relaxed.html' title='We relaxed...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110623818200135033</id><published>2005-01-20T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:23:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend's almost here!</title><content type='html'>Yesturday was a reall good day. I woke up with Brea', took her to work and went over to my mother's house to spend the day with her, it was her birthday. We had a birthday breakfast and watched some T.V. and laughed and gossiped about the family, she opened her gift and card, which she loved. We got her something she really needed, a DVD stand. We even had a little snow to top her birthday off with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are supposed to take a little break and drive to our beach house. I don't really know what the weekend is going to hold for us, depending on the weather. They are now saying it's going to snow again and again and the roads are going to be bad. We have to get down there though, I have to get my dad's gift to him! Everytime we get ready to go, the damn roads freeze over! Not saying I won't be upset if we don't go, cause I LOVE our little getaway, we will still have a wonderful weekend off just curled up together on the couch or in the bed watching movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have practice tonight, to prepare for our show coming up at the Norva. I need to figure out what we're having for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110623818200135033?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110623818200135033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110623818200135033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekends-almost-here.html' title='The weekend&apos;s almost here!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110597618203040154</id><published>2005-01-17T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T10:36:22.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday...</title><content type='html'>We had a really good weekend. Friday night at H2O's was pretty packed. It was a really active and fun crowd of poeple, not to mention some of my closest friends were there. Kim and Chris cam and brought Chris' sister, Sarah, out to see the show and to meet us. She and her brother looked like they could have been twins. During the break Jizz, Crystal, Kim and I went out to the van to get some "fresh air", and talked about things that had been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unusual not to have played on Saturday night. Once again, I was sitting in front of the television right at 8pm to catch Cops, cause I love that show and ALWAYS miss it, just to find a damn football game on! OOOOOOOOOOOH! I wasn't happy, needless to say, so Brea and I stayed up and played San Andreas on the Playstation! It was almost like Cops, close enough anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must pay a bill, then clean this house from top to bottom for my wife and kid. That's a typical Monday for me, and glad to say, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110597618203040154?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110597618203040154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110597618203040154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110555252309456266</id><published>2005-01-12T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:55:23.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The show for tonight 1-12-05 has been cancelled!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all of you who have called to see if we were playing. Unfortunately the bar is having electrical problems. Everything should be fine by next wednesday night. You can still get your That Girl Band fix friday night at H2O'S. We will see you there. Oh yeah I will have tickets to the Norva show with me on friday. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110555252309456266?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110555252309456266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110555252309456266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/show-for-tonight-1-12-05-has-been.html' title='The show for tonight 1-12-05 has been cancelled!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110554807522514938</id><published>2005-01-12T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:41:15.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekend.</title><content type='html'>I realized a few different things over the course of this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- I am in love... and have been for a long time, with Brea'.&lt;br /&gt;#2- I only have room in my life for one kid, Stevie, the little angel...&lt;br /&gt;#3- There is nothing written anywhere in the world that says people have to like me, nor do I have to like them, primarily because they just want to cause drama problems. ( so we'll just stay out of each other's lives, that's O.K. to do ya know)&lt;br /&gt;#4- I get my mouth from my momma! I have to control my words... the last thing I want to do is run off the few poeple I truly care about, trust and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesturday my neice Sabrina spent the day with me. She is getting ready for some college classes and needed to brush up on her math skills. It was a lot simpler than we had anticipated and got it done and over with fairly quickly. Then we just talked and laughed... see we have a WHOLE lot in common when it comes to certain things. Our personalities are almost identical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day and a new week, let's see what happens. I can say this, I am sick of trouble...&lt;br /&gt;but I can handle it, I think! No, I can! Just watch, there will be no trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110554807522514938?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110554807522514938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110554807522514938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110503500692676573</id><published>2005-01-06T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:10:06.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday night was the best!</title><content type='html'>You guys are the best! Last night we played the Sabor Latino Cafe' &amp;amp; Lounge(formally the little creek inn). We didn't know how things would be. Well let me tell ya, that place rocks! Maria is back and they have the best wait staff. Thank you to all of the T.G.B.O.G's who came out and gave the place a chance. You guys are the BEST! Also thank you to our new friends who saw TGB for the first time. They are finishing up with the remodeling this week. The place looks great already. One thing is still the same and that is Ya'll be trying to get us F**ked up! I know Angela and Carrie are hurting today. I am sure some of you are too. It's ok you have one week to recover. We will be back next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110503500692676573?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110503500692676573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110503500692676573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/wednesday-night-was-best.html' title='Wednesday night was the best!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110476840823373229</id><published>2005-01-03T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:06:48.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, it's now 2005, and back to work! It was all in all a great year for me. I am very thankful for everything in my life and thankful for all the new and wonderful poeple and things I learned throughout the year. I have thought about what my New Year's resolution could and should be, and that is to really watch my temper, and to just stay focused on everything I am trying to accomplish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Hopewell all this past weekend, at Michael's. Friday night we played and partied all night long! We had a wonderful time! They even gave us a cute little framed poster for the band as a Christmas gift.  Brea' Henry and I were toasting with everyone in the place I think, if I remember correctly! Our good friends Kim and Chris drove up there all the way from Newport News to spend New Year's with their favorite girls, us! They also brought with them a poster Chris had made of me. It was from a shot he took from a show at the Norva the last time we played. It it bad ass! I couldn't believe it, me on a poster! It looks so cool! After the show they came back to the hotel and stayed with us the rest of the night in the room. We stayed up talking and laughing till we finally passed out, just to wake up and start all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day Brea and I were invited to a Chinese luncheon with the owner of the bar, Cindy, her sweet and pregnant daughter, Jennifer, and our good and very hilarious friend, Sylvia. I think we talked and laughed about all sorts of things more than we ate! It made Brea and I feel a little better because we were relly hung over and needed to get out of the hotel for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have to play on Saturday night but were invited back by the entire bar, staff and patrons, to come back to hang out a party for a while, since every other time we go there we're working. So Brea', Teresa and I went up there and were treated like queens! Cindy, Bert, Sylvia, Duck, Warren... everybody made sure we were taken care of and having a great time! We ended up staying all night long dancing and laughing it up. I can't wait for the next time we go there. It really is always a pleasure to go there and to be around the poeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some other stuff, talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110476840823373229?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110476840823373229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110476840823373229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a new year!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110443615103632928</id><published>2004-12-30T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:49:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost New Year's...</title><content type='html'>Well, I know I had a wonderful Christmas. I got everything I asked for and so did Brea' and Stevie. It's been 5 days since Christmas and we are still playing around with all our new stuff. I got Brea a playstation 2 with all these cool games, it's really fun. We have stayed home as much as possible this whole week. Laying around, watching movies, drinking beer, playing video games, eating.... It's really been fun and I don't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go out of town to Hopewell, Virginia to do a show for New Year's. The place we are going to, Michael's, is absolutly crazy, so I can only imagine what it's going to be like tomorrow night. We normally play the whole weekend but this time we are going to play just the Friday night. We were thinking of staying the whole weekend but Brea and I have been talking about coming home early, just to spend her last couple of vacation days here at the house, together and undisturbed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going for now. I have a little work I need to take care of, then I am going to give Stevie a bath, then start packing to get ready for the weekend. Be back soon! Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110443615103632928?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110443615103632928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110443615103632928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-new-years.html' title='Almost New Year&apos;s...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110390502280679848</id><published>2004-12-24T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T11:17:02.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Today was Brea's first day of her vacation. It was wonderful getting up this morning and not have to send her off to work. Stevie and I have her all to ourselves for the next week! Later on we are going to visit her family and go to one of our friends' Christmas party.  When we get back home later this evening we are going to do some of our own celebrating, with Southern Comfort and Eggnogg! That way, hopefully, we'll be able to get a little sleeo tonight.  We are so excited about opening our gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie gave me some good ones on Wedneday night, Newlyweds, Nick &amp; Jessica on DVD and Jessica Simpson Reality Show Tour and Stevie got Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I am going to make Brea' wait as long as I can to open her gifts by making her have breakfast and stuff first! heehee     She acts just like a little girl, it's the best thing ever! We are going to have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Chrristmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110390502280679848?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110390502280679848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110390502280679848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110383050253123668</id><published>2004-12-23T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:35:02.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW! </title><content type='html'>Last night was great. My dad came out to the show. It was his birthday. I want to thank all of you for him having such a good time. Ya'll are the best. Not only did we give him a titty cake, some of you showed him the real thing:) Needless to say he had a great time(not sure what mom thinks) I'm just kidding mom is great. Thanx again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110383050253123668?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110383050253123668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110383050253123668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow.html' title='WOW! '/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110364749191677501</id><published>2004-12-21T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:44:51.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to see the lights...</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas... the whole think... lights, trees, music, food, decorations and of course the gifts you get! Tonight Brea is taking Stevie and me to see the Christmas lights display at Botanical Gardens. We are looking forward to it and are very exited! There is only a few more days until Christmas! I hope Brea and Stevie have a great one with me AGAIN this year! The best part to me is spending the whole day with them, just watching the exitement on their faces like two kids! I really hope they like the gifts I picked out for them... I think they will. I'll say they'll be pretty busy all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night our good friend Teresa came down from Richmond and spent the night with us. She also played Santa while she was here and made the whole band TGB hooded sweatshirts! They are so nice, can't wait to wear them out and show them off to everybody. I know what I'll probably be saying alot, "No, I can't get you one..." I can hear it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night my sister-in-law Jennifer spent the night with us. We stayed up all night long and had a slumber party. We got a little tipsy, looked through old photos of us in high school and when she spent a month with me in Puerto Rico and just laughed and talked all night long! We had to beg Brea to stay up with us. She couldn't hand with the big girls, Jenny and I have been partying together since we were 13, 14 years old! Woo, how time flies by! She gave Brea and I the best gift I could have gotten from her, a picture of Maddy, Mallory and Tommy the 3rd with Santa... you have to see it. I was thinking of bringing it on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going for now... I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110364749191677501?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110364749191677501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110364749191677501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-going-to-see-lights.html' title='I&apos;m going to see the lights...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07804794595953158206</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110313916759406250</id><published>2004-12-15T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T11:15:22.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Of The Bands has been postponed!</title><content type='html'>I just got word that the battle of the bands at Jillians has been postponed. I will keep you informed. As of now it may be in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110313916759406250?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110313916759406250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110313916759406250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/battle-of-bands-has-been-postponed.html' title='The Battle Of The Bands has been postponed!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110295837903478616</id><published>2004-12-13T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T12:19:39.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, what a great weekend!</title><content type='html'>We had a great show friday night at H2O's. Thanx to you all Guido had a great birthday party. Sat and sunday we got a chance to relax. That is always a plus. Oh yeah did I mention that Angela and I both opened another gift. We can't help it. These last days before Christmas are going way to slow. I will be good, no more until Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110295837903478616?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110295837903478616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110295837903478616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow-what-great-weekend.html' title='Wow, what a great weekend!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110261114001918031</id><published>2004-12-09T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:55:04.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have but one thing to say about last night!</title><content type='html'>Ya'll be trying to get us F**ked up! I'm movin a little slow today. That's ok at least all I have to do is talk on the radio. Some of you have real day jobs, hard labor and what not. I don't know how ya'll do it, but we thank you. Oh yeah there is only 16 days until Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110261114001918031?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110261114001918031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110261114001918031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-but-one-thing-to-say-about-last.html' title='I have but one thing to say about last night!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110244640137587179</id><published>2004-12-07T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:06:41.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so spoiled.</title><content type='html'>It is only Dec. 7th and I have already opened 4 of my gifts. The latest was yesterday. I got a new pair of Red Silk Pajamas. They rock! Very sexy. Love them. I also have already gotten my New Pink guitar and a few dvd's. Yep it's official I am SPOILED! (and what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110244640137587179?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110244640137587179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110244640137587179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-so-spoiled.html' title='I am so spoiled.'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110235933767106501</id><published>2004-12-06T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:55:37.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 shopping day's until Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I sure am glad that I e-bay. The stores are crazy. Angela tried to go shopping yesterday and could not find a parking place. We both only have a few things to get thanx to e-bay. I am addicted to it. Your packages come right to your door and no lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110235933767106501?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110235933767106501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110235933767106501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/12/19-shopping-days-until-christmas.html' title='19 shopping day&apos;s until Christmas!'/><author><name>Brea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15323143335671143493</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110184757937586167</id><published>2004-11-30T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:46:19.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What about now?</title><content type='html'>Did this make it to the diary? I am still trying to figure this out. BREA of TGB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110184757937586167?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110184757937586167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110184757937586167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-about-now.html' title='What about now?'/><author><name>That Girl Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11800283806947171439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.thatgirlband.info/new/images/thatgirlband.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110184693770386543</id><published>2004-11-30T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:35:37.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to see if I could do this. I have never kept a diary so I&lt;br /&gt;guess I am a virgin to all this. BREA of TGB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110184693770386543?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110184693770386543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110184693770386543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is this thing on?'/><author><name>That Girl Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11800283806947171439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.thatgirlband.info/new/images/thatgirlband.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110184041440296099</id><published>2004-11-30T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:46:54.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110184041440296099?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110184041440296099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110184041440296099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/11/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>That Girl Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11800283806947171439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.thatgirlband.info/new/images/thatgirlband.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861456.post-110071162936288490</id><published>2004-11-17T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:13:49.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a test entry</title><content type='html'>This was sent via e-mail, look for more from That Girl Band soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861456-110071162936288490?l=tgbdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110071162936288490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861456/posts/default/110071162936288490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgbdiary.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-test-entry.html' title='Just a test entry'/><author><name>That Girl Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11800283806947171439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.thatgirlband.info/new/images/thatgirlband.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
