<?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-7358516469619424379</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:41:14.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubicle Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-6729106386617039472</id><published>2009-03-18T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:02:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Year!</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been so long since I have blogged.  There has been a lot going on.  But now since I am going to be losing my job on May 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will have all the time in the world to blog.  Any way it is good to be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is...... the word of the year is.............. BAILOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate thing about that being the word of the year is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I here it I throw up in my mouth just a little bit.  Everybody needs to be bailed out.  You know since I am a tax payer and I am the one paying for the bail out (pretty much) I would like to hire Dog the bounty hunter to go after the companies that got bailed out and aren't holding up their end of the deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine Dog and his crew surrounding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corporate&lt;/span&gt; building of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AIG&lt;/span&gt;.  Leland and Duane Lee take the back to make sure none of the 73 executives taking the $160 million worth of bonuses escape out the back in their super expensive cars.  Dog and his wife Beth go through the front.  Dog gets a call......... it is a tip.  They tell him that the executives have a private jet waiting to take them all on a retreat to the Bahamas that is going to be costing the tax payers $100 million.  Finally the elevators open and here comes 10 of the execs.  Duane Lee and Leland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;take'm&lt;/span&gt; out.  The rest come willingly when they a mesmerized by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;voluptuous&lt;/span&gt; Beth.  While in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SUV's&lt;/span&gt; Dog tries to reason with some of them and tells them, "this isn't the life you want to lead.  Do you really want to steal from the tax payers?  The hard workers that bailed you out when you couldn't get your sh** together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't watch Dog the bounty hunter you probably won't get this all but when it comes down to it I just can't stand to hear that we bailed out a company 6 months or so ago with billions of dollars and now they are passing out $160 million worth of bonuses just to 73 executives in the company.  These are the same executives that let the company get into trouble in the first place.  But don't worry people, we may not be able to make them pay the bonuses back or even tax them on it but we learned a lesson.  Yep that is what we are getting.  We learned our lesson so that MAYBE it won't happen again.  Wow!  I feel so much better!  Do you? ( I really hope you can feel the sarcasm in that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until the next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-6729106386617039472?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6729106386617039472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=6729106386617039472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/6729106386617039472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/6729106386617039472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-of-year.html' title='Word of the Year!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-3440745479111943942</id><published>2009-02-09T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:52:31.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My sister tagged me to do this.  Gotta love her that crazy daisy.  So everything in bold is what I have done.  ENJOY !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band(with Guitar Hero)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow that was fun! Ya right all this tells me is that I need to do a lot more stuff and I am really not that interesting.  I will not be tagging anyone.  But that is only because the only friends I have on here have probably already done it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See Ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-3440745479111943942?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3440745479111943942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=3440745479111943942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/3440745479111943942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/3440745479111943942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged !'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-3897351647473256125</id><published>2009-01-29T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:17:45.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strongest woman I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SYHyNqyTiqI/AAAAAAAAABs/TqBjNYF4Nus/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296780953401920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SYHyNqyTiqI/AAAAAAAAABs/TqBjNYF4Nus/s200/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know usually my blogs are silly thoughts that I think about when at work and all of that but today I would like to be serious for a moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to tell you about the strongest woman I know. That would be my sister Melissa. Most of you know her as Crazydaisy. But I know her as the strongest woman I have ever met. She has been in my life all of my life and that makes me the luckiest person in the world. I have spent the last 3 days with my sister through probably one of the hardest things she has ever had to go through and I have seen nothing but courage. Courage to start a new day, courage to keep on being the AWESOME parent she is and courage being one of the kindest human beings on the planet. I have looked up to my sister my entire life and she has been there for me through the hardest and the best times of my life. I couldn't have asked for a better sister. I look at her and I see the most beautiful woman in the world. Even when she is upset and down the glow that she has never fades. That is why she is the best parent, best wife, best sister and overall one the the greatest human beings I have had in my life. I am blessed to be able to call her sister and my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that only a few read my blog but I would like everyone that knows my sister and loves her to read this post. Pass it on so that those people that also feel blessed to know her and have her in their lives can also be thankful that there are people like Melissa in this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my blog is dedicated to my sister, my best friend.  I love you Melissa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-3897351647473256125?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3897351647473256125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=3897351647473256125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/3897351647473256125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/3897351647473256125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/strongest-woman-i-know.html' title='Strongest woman I know.'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SYHyNqyTiqI/AAAAAAAAABs/TqBjNYF4Nus/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-4184029021437516762</id><published>2009-01-17T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:01:46.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Hello all my fellow bloggers.  I hope you are all having a wonderful weekend.  Yesterday was my sisters birthday and I wanted to blog about how special she is to me but my Internet was down so I was unable.  So today I am going to tell you all about her birthday.  I had been planning to surprise her with her dear friend JennyKate.  So yesterday Jennykate flew to Denver (how awesome is that).  My husband and I picked her up and from the airport and the plan was to meet up with my sister and her and her family and my mom for dinner.  Of course she thought it was just my husband and I coming.  I was so excited and both JennyKate and I had butterflies in our stomachs.  So we pull up to the restaurant and my husband goes in first so that he can video the surprise.  And that is what I am going to share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc50556617b14ce7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc50556617b14ce7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331459466%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479ED2F56EC51A2668EB0C4D3209D1C8363A0AED.3586EC0BDB9DC6D8D260D659B8F846446B17E601%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc50556617b14ce7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnov0t_lF_0t_wpnhOlnAZsdeLDc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc50556617b14ce7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331459466%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479ED2F56EC51A2668EB0C4D3209D1C8363A0AED.3586EC0BDB9DC6D8D260D659B8F846446B17E601%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc50556617b14ce7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnov0t_lF_0t_wpnhOlnAZsdeLDc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after the shock and the surprise we finally got a table and were able to eat.  It was all good fun and what would a birthday dinner be with out a little singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa8d987c298bb9a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa8d987c298bb9a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331459466%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BD6DE8101BD30B70F7134C83EC172ED3B8F2D0.4774AA2D4D0B1E689B567BE024FECBAACC8323F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa8d987c298bb9a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3A1KFz0i4T7gACReA9mP3Lzod0g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa8d987c298bb9a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331459466%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BD6DE8101BD30B70F7134C83EC172ED3B8F2D0.4774AA2D4D0B1E689B567BE024FECBAACC8323F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa8d987c298bb9a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3A1KFz0i4T7gACReA9mP3Lzod0g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it all was wonderful, and the surprise was well deserved because I have the BEST sister in the whole world and I would do anything for her.  I love you Missy and Happy Birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-4184029021437516762?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa8d987c298bb9a8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bc50556617b14ce7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4184029021437516762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=4184029021437516762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/4184029021437516762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/4184029021437516762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-5337011339162427491</id><published>2009-01-12T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:26:45.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I caught up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.  All the shows were back on last week so there was a lot on there.  I love my shows and I love that I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; them and watch them when I want and faster because I can fast forward through the commercials.  I just have to comment on one show.  I love my Grey's and I am sure most people that watch do.  If you don't just bare with me.  I just want to know how far they are going to take this Denny thing.  I mean can we say WEIRD!  At first I thought it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;segway&lt;/span&gt; into them making the Izzy character go crazy because the writers were going to punish her but then they just carried on like eat was just there like everyone else.  So now she has a relationship with her ghost of her dead husband and her real boyfriend.  So now on this last episode she actually told her real boyfriend Alex that she sees her dead husband and that they hang out and DO things together.  WHEN IS THE MADNESS GOING TO END!  Even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is wondering "what the heck?".  So I just need to vent a little about that because my husband was sick of me asking him, "where are they going with this and how long is it going to last?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I just wanted to jot that down for all the Grey's fans out there.   For the people that don't watch I apologize that you had to be put through the agony of this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-5337011339162427491?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5337011339162427491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=5337011339162427491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/5337011339162427491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/5337011339162427491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-8704192458468860998</id><published>2009-01-09T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:03:22.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry About the paper clips !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SWgBaXCFyXI/AAAAAAAAABU/O_9u__Tuqkk/s1600-h/SSPX0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289479314717657458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SWgBaXCFyXI/AAAAAAAAABU/O_9u__Tuqkk/s320/SSPX0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I decided it was time to change the blog layout and I changed it to these paper clips all over the page and it was a DISASTER! So if anyone you went to my blog and had to look at it I truly do apologize for the hurt to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I have posted so I apologize for that as well. Before the paper clip fiasco I was going to blog about the birds outside of my work. We have tons of geese that come and just chill in the grass all over at work. I don't really like birds they freak me out. So the last couple of days that have been right by the door when I was leaving and they just walk right up to you. I get so scared cause birds are mean. So then this crow flies over my head and lands in the middle of the geese and starts squawking at the geese. I am not kidding you people and then the geese were actually yelling back. It was going to be an all out gang bang against the the crow. I got the heck out of there! So I thought you would enjoy a picture that I snapped with my phone as I was literally running to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone out there had a wonderful holiday and a happy new year!  Thanks for all your wonderful blogs I love reading them all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-8704192458468860998?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8704192458468860998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=8704192458468860998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8704192458468860998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8704192458468860998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-about-paper-clips.html' title='Sorry About the paper clips !'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SWgBaXCFyXI/AAAAAAAAABU/O_9u__Tuqkk/s72-c/SSPX0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-8557619171906062312</id><published>2008-12-21T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:20:48.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 4 more days til XMAS !</title><content type='html'>Hello all my fellow bloggers!  I can't believe there are only 4 more days till Xmas.  I am proud to say that my shopping is pretty much all done.  That is good because on Monday I will be performing my civil duty for JURY DUTY.  Can you believe it?  Only 3 days before Xmas and I have to do jury duty.  I guess all the criminals didn't get the memo that it is Xmas and maybe that should wait till after the new year to commit any crimes.  Just goes to show you that there are some very selfish people in this world.  Well anyway I will go and do what I can.  People kept telling me to go and say I just hate all people and they will dismiss me.  Well that is funny but I don't think I could actually do that.  I will go and if I have to serve then I have to serve.  If troops can be over in Iraq over Xmas serving our country the least I can do is serve on a jury regardless if it is 3 days before Xmas or not.  I served on a jury the first time I ever got a jury notice when I was 18 and it was quite fascinating if I may say so.  So I will go and if it at all seems interesting I will blog my findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-8557619171906062312?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8557619171906062312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=8557619171906062312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8557619171906062312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8557619171906062312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-4-more-days-til-xmas.html' title='Only 4 more days til XMAS !'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-4317021666221616090</id><published>2008-12-15T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:04:08.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Toys R US is crazy !!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I was so excited today because my boss came by my desk at like 2 and said that I could go home if I wanted to.  So I was stoked cause I needed to do some shopping.  I had already decided what I was going to get my oldest niece for Xmas last week but my lovely sister called me on Saturday night and told me that she got it for her for her birthday because she didn't know what else to get.  I threw a little fit with my sister and said she better come up with a good idea for me.  She came through (as she always does) and told me she wanted this barbie thing.  Today she called me and told me it was on sale at Toys R Us.  I was like "that's great".  So I planned on just swinging by and running in and getting it.  That does not happen at Toys R Us I learned.  First of all WOW do they have a lot of toys.  I mean kids probably feel like one of those kids in the Willie Wonka movie when they walk into the Candy Factory when they walk through that store.  So I go to the Barbie section............................. OMG do they really have that much stuff now for barbies.  I was really excited when I finally found what I was looking for and it was on SALE.... YIPPPEEEE.  Okay so I was making my way to the front to check out when I saw POUND PUPPIES.  Do you remember pound puppies?  I love them.  And guess what?  I still have mine.  I almost bought one and then I realized how ridiculous that would be.  Okay so I finally made it to the checkout counter and paid and left.  Of course I had to walk far to my car because it was so packed in there and its like 9 degrees outside so I was freezing.  So I decided to just head home and not do anymore shopping cause Toys R Us really took a lot out of me.  I don't know how all you mom's do it out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the holiday time.  I can't believe it's almost over : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-4317021666221616090?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4317021666221616090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=4317021666221616090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/4317021666221616090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/4317021666221616090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-toys-r-us-is-crazy.html' title='OMG Toys R US is crazy !!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-5803322145075251485</id><published>2008-12-12T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:22:33.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday</title><content type='html'>Hello Fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and Happy Fabulous Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping done this week which makes me a feel a little better since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; is right around the corner.  I know that it is not Thankful Thursday but I would just like to say a couple of things that I am very thankful for this holiday year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to be married to the best man in the whole world.  He treats me so good and I am a very lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my family.  They have been there for me through everything and they mean the world to me.  Especially my lovely sister.  She is the best sister I could ever have asked for and I just want her to know that she is always in my thoughts and I love her and my entire family very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for good friends that make me smile and laugh.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jennykate&lt;/span&gt; and Lisa I love reading your blogs especially when I am having a tough day cause they always make me smile.  By the way Lisa your dog looks just like mine.  He is a huge Black Lab named Turbo.  I will have to post a pic of him sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now back to Fabulous Friday!  I hope the day goes by really fast so that I can start the wonderful weekend.  But now I should get back to work cause I don't want to get in trouble for slacking off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-5803322145075251485?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5803322145075251485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=5803322145075251485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/5803322145075251485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/5803322145075251485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/fabulous-friday.html' title='Fabulous Friday'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-575627665971149298</id><published>2008-12-08T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:20:20.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile !</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been awhile since I have blogged and I apologize.  Today is my most favorite day Monday!!! (YA RIGHT).  Anyway I got through it and its only 4 days more that I have to be at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is only 18 days away!  We have this cute little counter that we change every day that holds up one of our stockings and it was so cute I just had to buy it.  But now I really don't enjoy it because it is just a reminder that I ONLY HAVE 18 DAYS TO DO MY SHOPPING.  And guess how much of it I have done........... NONE!  I really need to try and not stress about it.  But of course I am.  My husband has even done some of his shopping already.  I already have a present that is for me wrapped and under the tree.  I need to get on it.  I don't want to be going to the stores at the last minute because its crazy out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay one more thing.  I have been told by one of my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; that I am not paying attention to my awards that I have gotten.  I want to apologize for that because I didn't know anything about these awards and I am still getting use to the whole blogging thing.  So I just want to say sorry and I will do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-575627665971149298?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/575627665971149298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=575627665971149298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/575627665971149298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/575627665971149298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile !'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-4988163725184805198</id><published>2008-11-27T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:09:43.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to be thankful for this year.  I have a truly blessed life.  I first and foremost thank God for all of what I am about to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now for my first thanksgiving a married woman!  I didn't know if that was going to ever happen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  I have a wonderful husband that supports and loves me for who I am and wonderful new in-laws (who are cooking a very good dinner right now for us).   Don't be surprise......... I haven't gotten this whole cooking thing down yet.  Just ask my sis what I did to mac n cheese one time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my parents.  They are truly wonderful people.  My dad is a great guy and I am thankful for having him and that he is all done with his treatment and in the clear.  My mom is very strong and I know that is where I get it from.  She has always been there for me and I wouldn't be the person I am today without her influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my sister.  She is the person I have always looked up to.  She is my hero as corny as it sounds.  She is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; mom, wife, sister, friend and person.  And I am the lucky one that gets to call her sister.  Any person that gets to be in her life is truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for all my new blogger friends.  They are so sweet and always make me feel so good to read their blogs and the comments they put on mine (yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JennyKate&lt;/span&gt; and Lisa I am talking about you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last I am thankful for not having to go to work today.  I don't have to sit in my cubicle today and count the minutes as to when I get to leave.  So I am thankful that Thanksgiving is a national holiday and they have to give it to us off.  My hats off to the Pilgrims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This as been another confession but it definitely has NOT been from the cubicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-4988163725184805198?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4988163725184805198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=4988163725184805198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/4988163725184805198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/4988163725184805198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-8890914439606314470</id><published>2008-11-25T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:16:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its only tuesday!</title><content type='html'>I wish that it was Wednesday!  Because then it would be the day before Thanksgiving and the day when I get to go see Twilight again.  Yes I am going again tomorrow night!  I am so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you how extremely annoyed I was at work yesterday.  This guy that I work with told me that he went to see Twilight over the weekend.  First of all I was totally shocked that he went in saw it because he just doesn't seem like that kinda guy.  But of course it was to impress a female that he took on a date.  The whole day yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he walked pass my desk or I walked passed his he would say, " that was the worse movie ever made".  I took the high road and just tuned him out.  But I wanted to say a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;twilighters&lt;/span&gt; I read a article about the movie ( that my lovely husband found for me, he is so cute he sends me every article about it)  and they say it didn't do as well as they hoped it would but they are still on track to make the rest of the books.  The cool thing is that they are going to film 2 and 3 back to back.  Of course they won't be released at the same time.  So hopefully it all gets done.  I guess the director Catherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt; is not confirmed for the next movies yet because she says if she does it she wants to do it right and not be rushed.  My thing is that they can't tease us with the first movie and not do the rest.  I would so start a petition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-8890914439606314470?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8890914439606314470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=8890914439606314470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8890914439606314470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8890914439606314470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-only-tuesday.html' title='Its only tuesday!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-5108153720488124329</id><published>2008-11-22T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:12:45.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SShnGrfmWGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jnBeEZVlksQ/s1600-h/SSPX0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271576728289302626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SShnGrfmWGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jnBeEZVlksQ/s320/SSPX0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is the day after my sister and I went to see TWILIGHT. It was absolutely wonderful. I am going to see it again with my mom and my husband on Wednesday night. Yes my husband is going because he actually wants to see the movie (he is not jealous of Edward at all). I will probably see it like 5 times. And I decided I will read all 4 books again to pass the time until the movie comes out on DVD. I can't wait for the other movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the movie my sister and I took the kids to get their pictures taken at the mall. Let me tell you about that experience. Now I know why my sister was putting it off. When we got there, there was wait and I thought that was going to be the worst of our problems. Boy was I wrong! When it was our turn to do pictures we decided to do Allie's single picture first because we didn't know how long we had before she wasn't in a good mood. She didn't want to stay put and take a picture and my nephew and I were making the most ridiculous sounds trying to get her to smile. We probably looked like a bunch of idiots, but I didn't care I just wanted the child to smile. So we got somewhat of a smile out of her and then it was time for Anna and she was a perfect angel of course. But she loves to take pictures. It was then time for their picture together and that was a NIGHTMARE! Allie wasn't having it. She cried and threw things! Yes she threw things. I thought we were going to get kicked out of Kiddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kandids&lt;/span&gt;. So then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; said, "maybe she wants to sit on a stool". That was the magic! It worked! So all I had to do was keep her happy while Melissa wrapped up the picture process. That made me break out into a sweat. But I have to say to Little Allie's defense she is teething. So it was finally all over with. Then there was the car ride home! Anna and Michael fighting in the backseat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! So I had already knew this before but I will say it again. MY SISTER IS AWESOME AT HER JOB! DOMESTIC GODDESS IS WHAT WE CALL HER. I just hope that I can be a fraction of the kind of mom she is. And she pretty much does it on her own cause my brother in law is only home on the weekends. SHE IS SUPERWOMAN. I think I might buy her a cape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all! Hope you enjoyed this confession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-5108153720488124329?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5108153720488124329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=5108153720488124329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/5108153720488124329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/5108153720488124329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SShnGrfmWGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jnBeEZVlksQ/s72-c/SSPX0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-6654780450151403140</id><published>2008-11-21T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:02:25.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS FRIDAY PEOPLE!</title><content type='html'>So I just got done reading my sister's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crazydaisy&lt;/span&gt;) blog of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; confessions and I was literally laughing out loud people.  She cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today is the day........... the day for TWILIGHT!  I take pride in the fact that I got my sister and my mom to read the books (even though my brother in law probably wants to kill me).  So today I am leaving work early so that I can go see my movie.  And I don't feel embarrassed at all to say that I took some time off work to go see this movie.  This is how bad this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; mania is..... a co worker of mine started reading the books after I told her about them and she is going to see the movie tomorrow with a girlfriend, but she would like me to text her as soon as I get out of the movie with what I think of it.  ITS CRAZY PEOPLE.  WE HAVE ALL GONE TWILIGHT CRAZY.  I have currently collected some magazine and newspaper memorabilia for my friend blogger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jennykate&lt;/span&gt;.  YES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JENNYKATE&lt;/span&gt; I HAVE SOME STUFF FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly contain myself in my cube right now people.  I only have a couple hours till I will be watching my movie.  So that means I only have an hour of work left so I really should quit messing around and finish my daily work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another cubicle confession moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-6654780450151403140?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6654780450151403140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=6654780450151403140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/6654780450151403140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/6654780450151403140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-friday-people.html' title='ITS FRIDAY PEOPLE!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-8888026161501473472</id><published>2008-11-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:36:39.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless you</title><content type='html'>Okay so it has been awhile since I have blogged. I really shouldn't let it all build up like this. First of all I try to blog when I get home from work but I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peeved&lt;/span&gt; today that I had to blog this morning from WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the person in the office that has no manners. Since I started in this group this has been going on. This person sneezes and I say "bless you" and they say nothing. Okay this has been going on for a year. And it is already annoying that most people in the group don't even say bless you when you sneeze. But to not say "thank you" is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;utterly&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous. What happen to manners in today's society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the person that doesn't say thank you. One time they brought their kids to work and one of them sneezed and there was a bless you and then................................... nothing. So now we have come to the conclusion that this person has passed on their terrible manners to their kids. Well the reason I am blogging about it now after a year is because today there was something new. Sneezing was brought up as an office topic this morning and this particular person actually said, "I don't need blessing". CAN YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; IT! I could not. I was shocked. First of all buddy in today's crappy world everybody could use a little blessing. So I have a dilemma I can go forward from today and just save my blessings for people who appreciate it or I can continue to bless everyone. After writing this out I have decided that I will continue to bless everyone because that is the kind of person I am. So "bless you" to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; out there and remember to bless everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another post of cubicle confessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-8888026161501473472?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8888026161501473472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=8888026161501473472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8888026161501473472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8888026161501473472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/bless-you.html' title='Bless you'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-8917082915741306860</id><published>2008-11-06T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:22:04.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.  Why you ask?  Because tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and it is the last day of the week that I have to go to work.  I can tell you how work was today just by telling you all that I applied for 5 jobs today.  Yes 5!  I cannot stand it anymore.  If I haven't mentioned it before the product that I work for is winding down.  In real people language that means we are all going to be out of a job soon.  But here is the thing they need the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;employees&lt;/span&gt; they have to wind the product down but yet they don't want it to look that way.  I don't ever feel safe in the corporate world today.  I never think that a company needs me even if I am the best employee ever.  And I have to say I am pretty good.  Just kidding, I am not really stuck up like that.  Any way since it is thankful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I do have to say that I am glad that I have a job because I know there are people out there that don't and our having a hard time because of the economy right now.  But I hear there is CHANGE coming.  So we will see what that brings us.  Well that is all for now.  I hope that everyone has a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;!  I know I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-8917082915741306860?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8917082915741306860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=8917082915741306860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8917082915741306860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8917082915741306860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-6568490569385353997</id><published>2008-11-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:29:11.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTION DAY</title><content type='html'>Today is the day we have been waiting for!  Go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;McCain/Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about all of you but I can't wait until today is over.  Can you you imagine TV without political commercials.  "No on this and yes on that!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office and politics just don't mix either.  Through this election I have told my fellow co-workers that if you don't share my opinion then don't talk to me about politics.  That may sound mean but I am far far far from an undecided vote.  And I tried to make that very clear in the office without getting HR called on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was in our cafeteria waiting in line to put my breakfast order in and I was debating on whether to have a breakfast quesadilla or just some eggs and bacon, when I overheard two people in front of me talking politics.  And I hear the guy say to the gal, "John McCain doesn't even have a back bone."  Wow!  Was that out of left Field or what?  Did the senseless idiot in front of me call the senator who spent 7 years as POW spineless?  When I finally realized that I wasn't losing my mind and that he was a complete dummy I gave up waiting to order my delicious breakfast and settled for the oatmeal I had in my desk drawer.   Yummy strawberries and cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am a McCain supporter when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for today........ this has been another blog of cubicle confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shelly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-6568490569385353997?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6568490569385353997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=6568490569385353997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/6568490569385353997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/6568490569385353997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='ELECTION DAY'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358516469619424379.post-8732770188001160868</id><published>2008-11-03T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:28:16.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have a case of the Moondays?</title><content type='html'>So what is it about mondays that makes us just want to die? I am not sure but I can tell you that this Monday was no different for me. I actually never knew what the big deal about Monday's were until I got this job. So I guess you can say that I have a case of the "moondays"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right! I work in the real version of Officespace. Where you get told the same thing over and over again just from different bosses. So instead of coming home everynight and complaining to my husband I decided to take my sister's (the crazydaisy) advice and blog it. So here starts the "Cubicle Confessions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to talk about office manners. What is the deal with people that don't know how to say "Good morning"? Are you kidding me that you can't take 2 seconds out of your work (really reading the newspaper or internet) to say good morning? And then when you break down and say it first all you get back is a "morning". Not even Good. But these same people have no problem hopping out of there cubicle to greet you when you are holding a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. So for all you officespace people out there try and greet your co-workers in the morning and you will notice out less hostile they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was my first..... short and sweet. We will see how it works out for me but if all else fails at least my husbands ears are getting a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358516469619424379-8732770188001160868?l=shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8732770188001160868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358516469619424379&amp;postID=8732770188001160868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8732770188001160868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358516469619424379/posts/default/8732770188001160868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelly-cubicleconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-have-case-of-moondays.html' title='Do I have a case of the Moondays?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11576517341625325565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KVzkvJfpII/SR4HrKU9baI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b_nQRM74jnM/S220/DSCF1342.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
