<?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-4648489757072700135</id><updated>2011-12-21T16:38:01.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions, Observations and Other Smart-Ass Remarks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-538223127090565222</id><published>2011-12-21T16:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:31:16.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In..........</title><content type='html'>Howdy ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;I have some blog ideas rolling around in my brain but have yet to actually blog them. Busy time of year!&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed a recent post about "The Art of Being Single."&lt;br /&gt;As you may have guessed, I did not compose that particular blog entry. Since I am very happy with my Danny, I don't figure I should be writing about the single life!&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Tracey is also a contributor to this blog. The name, in fact, was her idea. We started kicking around the idea of a blog several years ago. I put the blog up on the web and started blogging. Tracey wrote a hilarious blog way back when but we haven't heard much from her lately. I'm happy to say she's back to blogging and hopefully we'll be hearing lots from her! &lt;br /&gt;***Any blog posted by Tracey will be followed by 'contributed by Tlynn4020.' Any blog posted by me will say 'contributed by RedDirtShayla.' I usually sign off with a 'Cheers, Shayla' as well.***&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and Happy Holidays!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-538223127090565222?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/538223127090565222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=538223127090565222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/538223127090565222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/538223127090565222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In..........'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6667927293317692302</id><published>2011-12-07T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:22:40.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Being Single. 1st installment~Please to enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are fun aren't they? Well until they end. And they always do! It's happened to me so many times before that I'm starting to think maybe there's something wrong with me. Nahh. Couldn't be. What is the first thing you do when some one breaks up with you though? You ask that question don't you? You know the one... Was it me? Of course you get the standard (don't want to hurt your feelings) answer. "IT'S NOT YOU. IT'S ME"... Usually followed by a lame reason. "I'm confused". "I don't know what I want" "I'm a douchebag". (Well you're never lucky enough to get that kind of truth). Then it's the same inquisition thing. You just HAVE to know.. But he's not going to tell you really. So you do (well, I do) this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not attractive enough? ~ No, You're beautiful. I'm crazy attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sex? ~ No!! The sex is amazing. Best I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we get along well? My sense of humor? ~ No. We had a great time together. You are very funny.&lt;br /&gt;So what you're really saying is that you want to be in a relationship with a humorless ugly bitch who is bad in bed? So you want your parent's marriage?&lt;br /&gt;That's usually where it goes really wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound and determined to get some honesty on the next breakup.. And there will be one. But this time it's going to be on my terms.. I am going to go totally batshit crazy. Like there will be no hiding the crazy kind of crazy. When he dumps me this time.. And it will happen. He will have no choice but to look deep into my eyes and say "it's not me. It's you, you crazy bitch!".. You're damned right it is!! Wait....&lt;br /&gt;Another thought~&lt;br /&gt;You can always tell a girl is single or happily married when you find a shit load of batteries in the bathroom drawers!! I hate it when a guy you're in a relationship with or that you're having sex with (can be mutually exclusive situations!) have an issue with you having "supplemental toys". They always say something stupid like "Now that you have me you don't need those things". I guess what you're saying is now that I have you I'm done having real orgasms? Great. Sounds good. Now if you will hand me two "AA"s I'll see ya in ten minutes Love. You think they would be relieved.It's like getting to have the girl without ever having to watch a Hugh Grant movie. All bang and no pressure to return the favor. Honestly a great toy drawer and a year's supply of batteries will last me like 3 months. You will always know when I don't have a vibrator. I will be looking for a boyfriend. Yep. That's the art of being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6667927293317692302?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6667927293317692302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6667927293317692302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6667927293317692302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6667927293317692302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/art-of-being-single-1st.html' title='The Art of Being Single. 1st installment~Please to enjoy.'/><author><name>Tlynn4020</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02858384619148921010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVHP-klXJsw/TuAjewosT1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/iLwXei-2eRU/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6082389302151130685</id><published>2011-08-05T20:30:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:22:28.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey it's good to see ya baby, how long has it been?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5riAUpBwVk/TkGioZwr2nI/AAAAAAAAANk/gLiXtEUwC5w/s1600/tgd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638967023438125682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5riAUpBwVk/TkGioZwr2nI/AAAAAAAAANk/gLiXtEUwC5w/s320/tgd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still clearly remember the moment I learned one of my all-time favorite bands, The Great Divide, was breaking up and the immense sadness I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also clearly remember the moment I heard they were getting back together for a reunion show. Words couldn't begin to describe my joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few nights ago, Danny was asking me about The Great Divide and why they were so special to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It goes without saying that I'm a huge fan of their music, lyrics and live shows. But I think for me, The Great Divide represents finding common ground. Let me explain......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the fall of 1999, my younger sister Holly was attending West Texas A &amp;amp; M University in Canyon, TX. I invited her to Schreck's Ballroom in Foss, OK to check out a band out of Stillwater called The Great Divide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMaiUsWpSYI/TkGiv4lj20I/AAAAAAAAANs/kUz8Q_7XoDU/s1600/tgd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638967151972047682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMaiUsWpSYI/TkGiv4lj20I/AAAAAAAAANs/kUz8Q_7XoDU/s320/tgd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time I was working on-air for KRPT radio in Anadarko, OK. I'd been hearing a lot about The Great Divide and had gone to see one of their shows at the Yukon High School auditorium. The &lt;em&gt;opening&lt;/em&gt; act for the show was, at that time, a relatively unknown band. You've probably heard of them: Cross Canadian Ragweed. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDE27Mu5E0E/TkGjEjKs6kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/53KkWH1_0Zw/s1600/tgd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDE27Mu5E0E/TkGjEjKs6kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/53KkWH1_0Zw/s320/tgd3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638967506999503426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that first show I was hooked! I'd spent years spinning the current country hits on the radio and had found myself a bit bored with it all. This was something new and different and ORIGINAL. I'd been searching for something new musically, and I had finally found it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found the members of the band to be quite genuine. They stayed after the show and signed autographs and took pictures with their fans. I gave lead singer Mike McClure a business card and told him to give me a call sometime and maybe we could set up and on-air interview. This was on a Saturday night. Monday morning he called me! I had given out many, many business cards at various concerts and events and no one was ever that prompt in returning a call! He showed a genuine appreciation that our station was playing his band's music. Years later, he would be instrumental in helping me launch my own Red Dirt/Texas music show called "The Skyline Radio Hour."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I was excited to share my new discovery with Holly! There is five and a half years age difference between me and my little sister. Growing up, I can safely say we didn't get along all that great! I'm sure Holly has many horror stories she can share with you about the abuse I put her through as a kid! We seems to constantly be a odds with one another and I picked on her incessantly. However, we always shared a deep connection and would go to battle for one another in a heartbeat! Holly was in her first year of college and I guess I felt like we could go out and do 'adult' things together so I invited her to Oklahoma to party with me and my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64lgDkFSvrg/TkGjrZrg8VI/AAAAAAAAAN8/w4LGCK1n8vs/s1600/tgd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64lgDkFSvrg/TkGjrZrg8VI/AAAAAAAAAN8/w4LGCK1n8vs/s320/tgd4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638968174467674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that fall night back in 1999, in a huge dance hall out in the middle of western Oklahoma, it seemed Holly and I finally found a piece of common ground we could stand on. That night seemed to be the jumping off point for the great relationship Holly and I share today. I couldn't even begin to tell you how many Great Divide shows we've seen or the miles we travelled to see them play. For the first time, we really shared a common interest. In this music, we found something we could both be passionate about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another odd twist of fate, Holly would eventually meet and marry the guy running sound for The Great Divide, Jimmy Hamilton!! In 2003, we met him at the Deli when he was running sound for The Mike McClure band after The Great Divide had split!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're also still proud to call Mike a friend. I know the split from the band was not a pleasant one and there were many years of resentment that followed. The fact that these four men were able to put the past aside and come back together after so many years is quite a testament. Mike has gotten sober and it seems to have made a real difference in his life. I'm sure he's a better husband, father, son, friend and band mate because of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those years following The Great Divide around were some of the best years of my life! I never thought a reunion would be possible, yet here it is, less than a month away! I'm so excited and I can't wait to share the music with Danny. He's quite curious as to what all the fuss is about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are hundreds and hundreds of fans just like Holly and I who are looking forward to August 26th with great anticipation. And maybe with a little luck, we'll recapture a little bit of that 'ol &lt;em&gt;college days&lt;/em&gt; spirit in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6082389302151130685?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6082389302151130685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6082389302151130685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6082389302151130685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6082389302151130685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-its-good-to-see-ya-baby-how-long.html' title='&quot;Hey it&apos;s good to see ya baby, how long has it been?&quot;'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5riAUpBwVk/TkGioZwr2nI/AAAAAAAAANk/gLiXtEUwC5w/s72-c/tgd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6905638740214532424</id><published>2011-05-09T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:53:53.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Malcolm</title><content type='html'>Dear Malcolm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left this world two weeks ago. Sometimes I wonder if my mind has really registered that this really happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm worried that I'm not sad enough but then sometimes it overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for my family. I know Holly is sad but it's more of a silent sadness. Mom and Heath can't hide it. It's so visible in their eyes that's it's all I can see when I look at them. I can literally &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; their broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have to say I have some regrets where you and I are concerned. I can't believe I'm writing this but I feel there are some things I need to say. On certain occasions I know I shared with you how I felt about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really know how I felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you died, you told Mom that you wanted to call all of us kids and let us know you loved us. She said 'they know that' and you said 'Shayla doesn't.' To hear that was quite a blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say this, before God and everyone, I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; from the very beginning that you loved me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You met my Mom after she'd had some really hard times. Some things are meant to be, and you and her were definitely meant to be. I remember those early days of travelling to Walsh to visit you on the farm. I just thought you were so cool! You had a three-wheeler, horses, cattle. I loved working the cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you and Mom married I discovered I wasn't much into the farming part of farming and ranching. I also discovered I wasn't much on someone other than my Mom telling me what to do. But you took on the role of father to us and you demanded respect. You also demanded that we respect our Mother. Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point in my life, my love was rodeo. A hard week of work on the farm was paid off on the weekend with a barrel racing jackpot or a rodeo. You made sure we each had a reliable horse as well as a pick-up and trailer to travel in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I butted heads sometimes. I was used to it being me, Mom and Holly. I was stubborn and strong willed. I guess you were, too because you didn't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you when Annette died and I told you what you meant to me. I hope you remember that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never called you Dad but I hope you know I considered you my Dad. I just never felt right about taking that title away from my own father. My parents divorced when I was fairly young but I've always had a good relationship with my Dad. He has always been and always will be a part of my life. My Mom never spoke negatively about him to Holly or I. I just feel so lucky that I am able to say I had two wonderful fathers when most people are fortunate to just have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selfish part of me is feeling a bit cheated right now. You're not going to be there when Danny and I get married and have kids. You're not going to be there for the birth of Heath and Amy's child. You're not going to live in Oklahoma like we planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful you got to know your first grandchild Olivia. Just this weekend, Mom asked her if she was Mimi's girl and she replied, 'Papa's peanut.' Beautiful and heart wrenching all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I headed out for the hospital in Amarillo two weeks ago I thought in a couple of days I'd be returning home. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined that that we'd be having your funeral the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't supposed to end like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know how much I loved you and appreciated all you did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I didn't always show it, I had the utmost respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Malcolm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6905638740214532424?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6905638740214532424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6905638740214532424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6905638740214532424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6905638740214532424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-malcolm.html' title='Dear Malcolm'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7782311121123180327</id><published>2011-01-05T23:21:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:09:50.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart New York.</title><content type='html'>“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years” ~ Thomas Wolfe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of my last blog, Danny and I were about to embark on our adventure in New York City. Well, here it is January and I'm just now getting around to an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I feared would happen, I fell in love with NYC! I dreaded leaving. I instantly longed to go back. I dream about her still. I think I may need to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home, I was particularly struck by the above quote by Thomas Wolfe. Many paint New York as a cold and uncaring city. I didn't see it that way at all.&lt;br /&gt;The city streets hum with an energy you can feel night and day. Except for a few rude cab drivers the people were friendly and helpful. As I stood in the shadows of her skyscrapers, I still couldn't believe I was really there. You see these images on TV and in books and movies, yet here you are seeing them with your own eyes! It was a trip I'll never forget and I can't wait to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pictures I took in the city. Thanks to my sister Holly for helping with the editing process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVU0AzGtGI/AAAAAAAAALc/s4WBbidfljM/s1600/IMG_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVU0AzGtGI/AAAAAAAAALc/s4WBbidfljM/s320/IMG_0471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558942567603024994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into our hotel, we set out on foot to see the Brooklyn Bridge. It's one of the oldest suspension bridges in the US. Construction on the bridge began on January 3, 1870 and it opened for use on May 24, 1883. It spans the East River connecting the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVWz4ctbBI/AAAAAAAAALk/NbGG4YEWvco/s1600/IMG_0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVWz4ctbBI/AAAAAAAAALk/NbGG4YEWvco/s320/IMG_0473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944764384865298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVXYwAJJTI/AAAAAAAAALs/FybU8x4W72s/s1600/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVXYwAJJTI/AAAAAAAAALs/FybU8x4W72s/s320/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558945397772723506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back towards Manhattan from the Brooklyn Bridge you can see the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVYE5kL2vI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jgpzH3ULg_M/s1600/IMG_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVYE5kL2vI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jgpzH3ULg_M/s320/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558946156254059250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of the Manhattan Bridge because you can see the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building in the background! Obviously, that's the Empire State Building there in the center. Off to the right you'll see the Chrysler Building. The Manhattan is also a beautiful bridge in her own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVY3YKkZAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v2OsS6dZvGQ/s1600/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVY3YKkZAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v2OsS6dZvGQ/s320/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558947023461573634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my my favorite pictures from the weekend. This is the Brooklyn Bridge at night as seen from the South Street Seaport. Absolutely stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVZdtvTtlI/AAAAAAAAAME/SNGv1Pbcmcc/s1600/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVZdtvTtlI/AAAAAAAAAME/SNGv1Pbcmcc/s320/IMG_0505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558947682087843410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get some pizza at Grimaldi's in Brooklyn! Pies are baked in a coal-fired brick oven. They were chosen as one of the five best pizzerias in the US by the Food Network. Long, long lines to get in but worth the wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdlmlNa4GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MAtr3Cl-pE0/s1600/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdlmlNa4GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MAtr3Cl-pE0/s320/IMG_0500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559523978510000226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, Danny enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdn1Qj92fI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AD2VNEIhp9Q/s1600/IMG_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdn1Qj92fI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AD2VNEIhp9Q/s320/IMG_0696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559526429688715762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Central Park! I wish we had devoted an entire day to the park. It was absolutely beautiful. We took a pedi-cab tour of the park and learned a lot. The above picture is the twin towers of the San Remo building on Central Park West as seen from Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdpgj71LAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NkqEfKjPGyI/s1600/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdpgj71LAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NkqEfKjPGyI/s320/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559528273135086594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The Boathouse on Central Park Lake. Sex and the City fans might recognize this as the place where Carrie met Big for lunch......and an unintentional swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdrFBUFVqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Tbt8bqj34ao/s1600/IMG_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdrFBUFVqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Tbt8bqj34ao/s320/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559529999008356002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously a stop at Strawberry Fields is a must for all Beatles fans. The Imagine memorial is quite moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdsTfK-9_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Mp5JKZ95Tx4/s1600/IMG_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdsTfK-9_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Mp5JKZ95Tx4/s320/IMG_0787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559531347053049842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important site for Beatles fans is the Dakota Building on 72nd Street and Central Park West. Built between 1880 and 1884, it is believed to have been given it's name because the upper west side of Manhattan seemed, at that time, to be as remote as the Dakota Territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdtrQUncAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YMv8e9JVo7w/s1600/IMG_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdtrQUncAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YMv8e9JVo7w/s320/IMG_0788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559532854895407106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dakota is most famous for being the site of John Lennon's murder on December 8, 1980. The Lennon's had spent several hours at The Recording Plant before returning home to the Dakota around 10:50pm. He was shot by Mark David Chapman, a "fan" to whom Lennon had given an autograph to earlier in the day. Lennon staggered up five steps just inside the doorway of the Dakota and collapsed. John Lennon was pronounced dead on arrival at Roosevelt Hospital emergency room at 11:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdv58bbLzI/AAAAAAAAANE/tfDsqnf3bC0/s1600/IMG_0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdv58bbLzI/AAAAAAAAANE/tfDsqnf3bC0/s320/IMG_0859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559535306276548402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of many open markets in Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdw153_NUI/AAAAAAAAANU/pmRgoShLNn0/s1600/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSdw153_NUI/AAAAAAAAANU/pmRgoShLNn0/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559536336383194434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you've enjoyed the pictures. These are just a few. I took hundreds and could have taken hundreds more!  If you ever get the chance to visit New York City I highly, highly recommend it!  In fact, if you paid my way, I'd be more than willing to tag along with you!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NEW YORK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7782311121123180327?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7782311121123180327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7782311121123180327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7782311121123180327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7782311121123180327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-heart-new-york.html' title='I heart New York.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TSVU0AzGtGI/AAAAAAAAALc/s4WBbidfljM/s72-c/IMG_0471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1518721591951413790</id><published>2010-11-08T15:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:49:38.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna take a bite out of the Big Apple!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week I've been waiting for! Danny and I are going to New York City Thursday morning! I'm so very, very excited for this trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During hurricane season, Danny drove to Long Island for a hurricane that never really hit. They basically drove to the tip of Long Island then turned around and drove back home. Unbeknownst to me, he did some snooping around while he was there and shortly there after I received an email from AAA Travel letting me know we were going to the Big Apple!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Danny is full of surprises. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years now I've wanted to visit NYC. Being a long time Billy Joel fan, I long to see all the places he sings about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this may sound a bit silly, but after watching every episode and both Sex and the City movies, I want to soak up the sights I've seen through the eyes of Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is making this dream come true for me this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're staying at the Millennium Hilton right across the street from the World Trade Center site. I've been reading a lot about New York trying to figure out the best was to see all I want to see in the most efficient manner. I think we've come to the conclusion that it may be best to just take off walking and see what we see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my Reckless Kelly newsletter arrived in my inbox. To my surprise, I discovered they are playing at Terminal 5, an NYC club, the night we arrive! I went to the club's website and much to my surprise Robert Earl Keen is the show's headliner!!! Those who know me know I LOVE REK. I have seen him many, many different times in many different locations. Words can't describe the feeling of knowing I'm going to witness him playing a show in New York City!!! Plus, this is Danny's first REK show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a memory this is going to be! Hurry up Thursday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1518721591951413790?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1518721591951413790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1518721591951413790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1518721591951413790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1518721591951413790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/11/gonna-take-bite-out-of-big-apple.html' title='Gonna take a bite out of the Big Apple!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2224421422041308632</id><published>2010-07-27T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:44:08.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Val!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TE8_rq0T7yI/AAAAAAAAALI/tDm02aZi6N0/s1600/val.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TE8_rq0T7yI/AAAAAAAAALI/tDm02aZi6N0/s320/val.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498683689503289122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Val.  This is Danny's dog.  We brought her down from Kellyville to live with us.  She's a funny gal!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Danny installed a pet door for my little rat terrier Tai.  She really enjoys digging out of the backyard and running around Chickasha.  This, in turn, throws me into a tizzy until I find her and get her back home!  Somedays I'm so aggravated when she gets out that I'm tempted to let her go but in the end I'm all talk.  After 11 years I just can't stand the thought of losing her.  Anyway, we decided that if she wasn't forced to stay in the backyard and could come and go as she pleased, she might be less likely to dig out of the yard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Danny got the pet door installed, I was watching Tai go in and out.  Suddenly a big black snout poked through the pet door.  I told Danny that Val would probably try and shove her big noggin through the pet door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I went and peeked into the laundry room to see if Tai was in or out I saw Val's collar on the floor!  Just as I predicted, at some time in the night she poked her head through the pet door!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both got a good laugh out of that one!  These darn animals drive me nuts most of the time, but I can't imagine life without them!  Hope your animal kingdom is as entertaining as ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2224421422041308632?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2224421422041308632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2224421422041308632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2224421422041308632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2224421422041308632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-val.html' title='Silly Val!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TE8_rq0T7yI/AAAAAAAAALI/tDm02aZi6N0/s72-c/val.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-438527814890186890</id><published>2010-07-21T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:45:22.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know!  It's been over a month since my last blog!  But that last one was pretty good don't ya think?  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny and I have been staying busy.  It's seems there's just not enough hours in the day to get everything accomplished!  That's what I shall blame my lack of blogging on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My annual birthday cook-out was a success again this year!  We had a great time with family and friends.  Danny made my birthday a memorable one as I expected he would!  I had three days worth of scavenger hunts I had to complete to get my birthday gifts!  Isn't he creative?  Day one was a Starbucks gift card and a gift certificate for a pedicure, day two was a PowerMat phone charger and the big gift on day three was a Canon EOS Rebel digital camera!!!  Yes, I'm spoiled and it's all Danny's fault!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the important stuff!  I need your help.  As you know, I am a Scentsy consultant and this month our director has given us some incentive.  If we sell $500 in product we get a set of the mini-testers!  If you're able to this month, placing an order would help me in reaching my goal!  My friend Bonny is having a book party so you'd also be helping her out by placing the order under her party.  It's really easy!  Just go to my website (www.shaylasanders.scentsy.us).  On the left side of the website you'll see "Bonny's Basket Party."  If you'll click "Buy from party" it will count for her basket party.  Then just place your order and it will be shipped right to your door!  How easy, right?  Check out the "Bring Back My Bar" promotion.  Scentsy took a poll and brought back the top discontinued bars.  This includes the ever-popular LEATHER!!!!  They are only available through the end of July!  Thanks for your help friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-438527814890186890?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/438527814890186890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=438527814890186890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/438527814890186890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/438527814890186890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/07/help.html' title='Help?'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5816649512507943545</id><published>2010-06-07T15:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:44:29.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TA2fcJNYV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/28HyicY7gno/s1600/IMG_3374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TA2fcJNYV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/28HyicY7gno/s320/IMG_3374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480211627436955474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been awhile since I posted a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell you I've been doing lots of creative projects like songwriting.  Or scrapbooking.  Or photography.  Or maybe even home improvement projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is it's a boys fault.  His name is Danny and I'm so happy my blogging(amoungst other things)has suffered because of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogging isn't the only thing I've fallen behind on since falling in love.  You should see the backlog of TV shows on my DVR!  My Scentsy business has taken a nosedive.  I've just recently gotten back around to cleaning the damn house!  I can say, it's all been worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been holding down the fort as a single gal for almost 35 years now.  I know, I know - it's hard to believe that a chick so proficient in drinking, swearing, insulting and pretty much just being a smart ass in gereral, hasn't been snatched off the market yet.  Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was February 19th, 2010.  Approximately 10:30pm.  The Silver Spur Bar just south of Chickasha.  In my defense, I hadn't been out to the Spur in years so don't judge me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine.  On this particular evening, my night out started at the Wan Dora in Chickasha.  Now you can judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days earlier, while having mid-week cocktails at the above-mentioned Wan Dora, I met a young fella named Dylan.  He sort of looked like a young version of my friend Misti's husband Nathan.  Now we all know Nathan turned out to be the greatest husband ever so I was hoping.  I gave him my digits and he called me on February 19th.  We met up at the Wan Dora and had a few beers.  He said some friends of his were out at the Spur and I agreed to roll out there with him.  On the way out I asked him how old he was.  He told me he was 25.  GASP!!!!!!!!  I knew this would not be working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the Spur and he proceeds to leave me standing in the middle of the bar while he is chatting up his friends in the parking lot.  I decide, to hell with this I'll have a seat at the bar and drink a coldie by myself.  And then there was Danny.  He was sitting on the stool to my left and turned around and I thought, "what a handsome little Mexican this is!"  Now remember up above when I mentioned what a smart ass I am?  Danny is, in fact, NOT Mexican.  I just love to give him shit.  I'm really just kidding, that wasn't my first thought.  I don't really remember what my first thought was, I just remember we hit it off immediately.&lt;br /&gt;We danced the night away and our fate was sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not gonna sit here and say the circumstances in which we met were perfect but I really do believe we were meant for each other and Danny would tell you the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a few serious relationships over the years and at one time I really thought I'd found the love of my life.  I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being single for so long I kept telling myself that when I met the right person I would just KNOW it.  It would be a different feeling than what I'd felt before.  I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most couples know, it's not always rosy and I can attest to that now.  Just the simple act of co-habitating with someone can be a challenge at times, especially if you've lived alone as long as I have.  I like things a certain way:  my way.  Just kidding but there really are some things that are a pain in the ass.  Danny being, quite possibly, the worlds worst driver being one of them.  He prefers to lisen to his precious GPS instead of his precious Shayla.  When it turns out I'm right, he has no choice but to listen to me in all my smart ass glory!  Also, the mountains of laundry I now do!  Sheesh!  I used to do laundry for myself once a week!  This is a dirty boy I'm dealing with here folks.  A dirty boy who has yet to grasp the concept of recycling towels.  I use a towel, hang it up to dry and re-use it again for a few days.  Not my Danny.  I shall be working on getting him trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jokes aside, he is probably the kindest man I've ever met.  I never have to wonder if he loves me or not.  He would honestly do anything in the world for me and I would do the same for him.  Plus, he puts up with my sassy ass.  Now you all know that's A LOT deal with right there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that we met the weekend &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; Tracey and I had a girls weekend in Fort Worth to celebrate our single gal selves.  I guess you really do find love when you least expect it!  I'm glad I've found mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5816649512507943545?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5816649512507943545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5816649512507943545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5816649512507943545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5816649512507943545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-story.html' title='A love story.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/TA2fcJNYV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/28HyicY7gno/s72-c/IMG_3374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1267266686270715710</id><published>2010-04-20T16:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:32:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Nana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84dFVxkM3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_JRr6uoj0AM/s1600/nana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84dFVxkM3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_JRr6uoj0AM/s320/nana1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462335375628579698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84dBPuFrII/AAAAAAAAAKw/YYy3vtimIQw/s1600/nana3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84dBPuFrII/AAAAAAAAAKw/YYy3vtimIQw/s320/nana3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462335305283906690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84c7ijTnKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5uZ8BLYswQ0/s1600/nana2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84c7ijTnKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5uZ8BLYswQ0/s320/nana2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462335207259741346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you would have been 74 years young.  I still can't believe you've been gone for two years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to happy hour today and celebrate your birthday with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks may say that's tacky but I know you would have loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Fay!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1267266686270715710?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1267266686270715710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1267266686270715710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1267266686270715710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1267266686270715710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-nana.html' title='Happy birthday Nana.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S84dFVxkM3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_JRr6uoj0AM/s72-c/nana1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-9157060490347996167</id><published>2010-03-02T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:49:06.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hero - Rita Ballou</title><content type='html'>http://ritaballou.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a good laugh at the expense of the TX/Red Dirt music scene check out this blog! I'm so glad someone finally grew a pair and is dishing a little dirt on the amount of lameness currently going on in the scene. This chick is balls out and I love it!! Comments like these would get you tarred and feathered over there on Galleywinter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I still prefer this scene to the Nashville scene but in recent years I think we can all agree it has become watered down with bands hell bent on becoming the next Cross Canadian Ragweed. Result: cookie cutter bands putting out mediocre music to the masses of drunken fans who continue to lap it up by the gallon. What happened to the art of songwriting? Does every other song HAVE to be about Texas? Or drinking beer? Give me a break folks! Whatever happened to originality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get called a music snob quite often and I'm not bothered by it. I just prefer a better brand of music than most folks like! When I worked in radio back in the day I was all about top 40 music. Then I discovered an alternative. But now it seems my alternative is slowly morphing into the steaming pile of crap that is top 40 country. Having said that, there are still bands in the scene that I dig. I offer up exhibit A. Bands/artists who, in my humble opinion, do not suck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Earl Keen, Travis Linville, Camille Harp, No Justice, Jason Boland &amp;amp; The Stragglers, Stoney LaRue, Big Smith, Adam Hood, Mike McClure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I don't really consider REK a part of this scene. I personally think he transcends any scene. As most of you know, I heart him. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I should also put Billy Joe Shaver on this list, but again, not really part of the scene. Speaking of Billy Joe, maybe getting re-acquainted with our country music elders would be a good idea right about now. Willie, Waylon, Kris, Cash, Townes, Jones, Wynnette, Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I was really planning on a short little blog to let everyone know about the brilliant Rita Ballou and here I'm gone off on a little musical tangent of my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any cool artists/bands that folks should check out, feel free to leave 'em in the comments section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-9157060490347996167?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9157060490347996167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=9157060490347996167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/9157060490347996167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/9157060490347996167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-hero-rita-ballou.html' title='My new hero - Rita Ballou'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3633527092449316592</id><published>2010-02-16T11:36:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:18:42.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Piss on Valentine's Day" Girls Weekend Roadtrip!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sB6d5wSXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DUZys3z25zE/s1600-h/meandt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sB6d5wSXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DUZys3z25zE/s320/meandt.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443446678578284914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say, I don't think Tracey and I could have had much more fun on our weekend getaway trip to the Fort Worth Stockyards! I felt like we laughed the entire weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to leave on Thursday night after I got off work but the DFW area was hit with the biggest snowstorm in 32 years so we had to delay our departure until Friday afternoon. Go figure, we're trying to escape the shit weather here in Oklahoma and 14 inches of snow gets dumped on our destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch on Friday, we loaded up, cranked up the road trip mix tape and hit the road! Between Maysville and Lindsay we saw this little mess and hoped it wasn't a sign of things to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sCHoHondI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vrj6uiYfZiU/s1600-h/wreck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sCHoHondI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vrj6uiYfZiU/s320/wreck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443446904659156434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big truck was apparently stuck and the Sears truck was trying to pull him out. I ended up hitting the muddy ditch and driving around the back of the truck and to my surprise there was a highway patrolman on the other side! OOPS!!! He was too busy to mess with us and we tore off down the road!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the first truck stop we found in Texas to do a little birthday shopping for Chris. Yes, we actually do like him but wanted him to have a craptastic birthday sack of goodies all the same!! Truck stop shopping rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hotel Texas was our abode for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sCmAeBuYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yzbxTZgpiQ8/s1600-h/hoteltx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sCmAeBuYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yzbxTZgpiQ8/s320/hoteltx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443447426591603074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plugged the address into my iPhone and it lead us right to it! Lucky for us, not too many people were staying there that weekend because parking is limited. When I say limited, I'm talking about three or four parking spaces! Now this is not the most high class joint I've ever stayed in but for roughly $100 a night you're right in the heart of the stockyards. As long as you don't mind a camper sized shower, no closet, no TV remote and the scent of curry wafting up from downstairs you'll be fine. We chose to call it "quaint" as opposed to "ghetto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it was clean and we enjoyed our stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chili dogs at the Star Cafe we got all gussied up and headed for the White Elephant. I love the White Elephant and it did not disappoint. Right off the bat we met Randy. Oh Randy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sDDNOoNAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Qy7E_Ro3Sb4/s1600-h/tandrandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sDDNOoNAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Qy7E_Ro3Sb4/s320/tandrandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443447928232883202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably had to be there but this guy was a hoot! He introduced us to his friends from Taos, Dennis and Suzie. They were very friendly as well. I asked Suzie if Randy was the mayor of Cowtown and she said no but "he has a lot of money and he's used to getting his way!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saved us major bucks in the beer buying department! We were paid many compliments and got felt up a couple of times but in the end it was all in good fun! We took his bullshit and gave it right back to him and I think he liked that about us! However, if I don't hear the phrase "hey baby" or "come here baby" for awhile that will be okay with me. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davin James was playing that night at the White Elephant. We stayed there quite a while with our new pals. They ended up going to see what was going on at Pearl's bar. We stayed a bit longer and then headed over to another one of my favorite FW bars, Filthy McNasty's. We ran into Randy, Dennis and Suzie on the street and Randy told us to come back to the White Elephant. We told him no and he promptly told us to "f*#k off!" Somehow, as if by magic, our good time friend had turned into a surly old bastard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping in a bit on Saturday morning, we went down to my favorite Cowtown steakhouse, H3, for lunch. Oh my, my!!! So delicious!!! We walked around and went in a few shops.  Also watched the Stockyards cattle drive before retiring to our room to rest up for Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sDo99zZyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DZ-qmZv1TLo/s1600-h/cattledrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sDo99zZyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DZ-qmZv1TLo/s320/cattledrive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443448576970811170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV happened to be on PBS when we laid down and since the damn thing didn't have a remote, it stayed on PBS the rest of the afternoon!! We giggled all afternoon!!! We learned about the value of a hairy pig on wheels toy, incubator babies used as a sideshow attraction and swastikas on a Navajo rug. The fun ended, however, when Lawrence Welk came on! Tracey took and stand and said "hell no!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine on Facebook had recommended a Mexican restaurant called Joe T. Garcias so we went out in search of it for our supper Saturday night. It was about a 1/2 mile walk but we found it. It looks like an old house! Upon being seated, we thought we were being ignored because we were never offered a menu. Then we were told by the waitress that they have two things on the dinner menu: enchiladas and fajitas! We got a plate of each and chowed down! Yummy!!! Look it up next time you're in the stockyards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sD-b6Lq7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OHB8H86YREY/s1600-h/joes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sD-b6Lq7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OHB8H86YREY/s320/joes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443448945785940914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we started at The White Elephant and, once again, spent quality time with our friends Randy, Dennie and Suzie. We bar-hopped around a bit and ended up seeing a pretty cool band called "The Kilroys" at Filthy McNasty's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sEOJjr0kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AcuAV99N7FU/s1600-h/kilroys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sEOJjr0kI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AcuAV99N7FU/s320/kilroys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443449215737647682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat at the bar chatting up the bartender and applying temporary tattoos, this guy staggered up to pay his bar tab.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sFgXNYUQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/c6Vq-VgxMmo/s1600-h/drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sFgXNYUQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/c6Vq-VgxMmo/s320/drunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443450628151464194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously took him like 5 minutes to sign his damn name!  I couldn't resist getting a picture of the signing.  He was so drunk, he never even noticed and even if he did notice and take offense to my picture taking, I'm pretty sure his drunk ass would have stumbled and tumbled to the ground trying to chase me out of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually staggered back to our digs at the Hotel Texas and Tracey mounted the saddle that they have displayed in the hallway. I took a great picture of it but I was threatened with violence if I posted it on the web. I'm pretty sure Tracey could seriously kick my ass so you'll notice the picture is NOT here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't seen my car since we parked it out behind the hotel on Friday and were pleasantly surprised to find it right where we'd left it. Got a little lost trying to find a place to eat but finally headed our asses back north to the 405. All in all, a great weekend that neither of us will soon forget. At least the parts of it we can remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3633527092449316592?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3633527092449316592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3633527092449316592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3633527092449316592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3633527092449316592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/02/piss-on-valentines-day-girls-weekend.html' title='&quot;Piss on Valentine&apos;s Day&quot; Girls Weekend Roadtrip!!!!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S4sB6d5wSXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DUZys3z25zE/s72-c/meandt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-691929152300612885</id><published>2010-02-04T16:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:17:42.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S2tLOSPJBcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mtTj1tsuSrc/s1600-h/ice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S2tLOSPJBcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mtTj1tsuSrc/s320/ice1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434520084138231234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can officially say I survived "Ice Storm 2010."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a disaster this has been!!  I was really, REALLY fortunate!  My power never went off.  I was able to remain warm and dry while continuing to watch TV, surf the web, and cook.  Notice cleaning the house and blogging weren't on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, preparations started early in the week and the storm hit the afternoon of Thursday, January 28th.  We closed our office at 11:30 that morning.  I made one more quick trip to Homeland (must be fully stocked on beer), checked out "The Lovely Bones" from our library and headed home.  At this point it was raining pretty good and looking pretty ugly.  It only got worse.  The creaking, snapping and crashing sound of trees is an eerie sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S3GH6foebYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/as9MM2GoSnw/s1600-h/ice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S3GH6foebYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/as9MM2GoSnw/s320/ice2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436275664206327170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was all said and done, this is what I was left with.  My backyard looked like a war zone!  I got off easy compared to some folks.  Some of my family members lost power for a week or more!! There are still people in the area who are without power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say my critters and I were very lucky.  As you can see, Shilo and Ricky took the storm pretty hard.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S3GJ-LqPEMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UbFmdivzjeI/s1600-h/ice3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S3GJ-LqPEMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UbFmdivzjeI/s320/ice3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436277926587732162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-691929152300612885?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/691929152300612885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=691929152300612885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/691929152300612885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/691929152300612885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/02/ice-storm-2010.html' title='Ice Storm 2010'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/S2tLOSPJBcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/mtTj1tsuSrc/s72-c/ice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7330127683146689079</id><published>2010-01-18T10:51:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:13:28.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Canadian, TX to the Sooner State!</title><content type='html'>Well, happy Monday to everyone! Hope your weekend was fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was! We went to Canadian, TX to surprise my cousin Josh for his birthday. He and my sister Holly share a birthday and it's actually today so happy birthday to them both!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian is a little gem of a town that sits on the Canadian River in the Texas panhandle. It's about 100 east of Amarillo. This is where I was born and mostly raised. My Mom and her sisters all grew up here. My Dad and his family grew up here. My family roots run deep in Canadian, TX. I will forever know Canadian as my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Carla is the only one of the four sisters who still reside in Canadian. She owns and operates the Canadian Restaurant so if you're ever in town you better stop in and have a bite! The food is great! You must try the salsa they make fresh everyday........wonderful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla's son Josh also lives in Canadian. He is my next youngest cousin and we grew up very close to each other. He's had many ups and downs in his life but really seems to have turned a corner recently and is doing very well. In celebration of this, his sister Kelsey decided it would be cool to all converge on Canadian and surprise Josh for this birthday so that's just what we did! It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of the above rambling is that while in Canadian this weekend I was thinking about where I come from and why I'm where I'm at today. When people hear that I'm from Texas but moved to Oklahoma from Colorado they're always curious to know how I ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1986, my Aunt Cathy, Uncle Fred and their two young daughters Felicia and Fallon, moved to central Oklahoma from the Texas panhandle. It was quite a shock when they did! We had all lived fairly close to each other at that point and to hear my favorite Aunt was moving to Oklahoma was almost too much to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my Aunt and Uncle lost a baby several years before I was born. When I came along I think I was almost as much my Aunt Cathy's baby as I was my Mom's! She and I spent a lot of time together when I was a kid. She was the first one to put me on a horse and thus, started a rodeo "career" that would dominate my youth. My own folks weren't too much into horses and such so I always went to my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Fred's for all things horses and rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they left Wheeler, TX for Oklahoma I wasn't far behind! I would come to Oklahoma every summer and we'd hit the rodeo and barrel racing jackpot trail! From the first summer I came here I thought it was some of the most beautiful country I'd ever seen and vowed that as soon as I could I would be living here, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I eventually left the Texas panhandle for southeastern Colorado. Even though I made many, many great friends during my years in Colorado it was never "home" for me. I told everyone as soon as I was through junior college I was off to live in Oklahoma. I graduated from Wiley High School in 1993 and attended Lamar Community for two years. One month after my last semester was over at LCC I had all my worldly possession packed into my Chevy pick-up and was Oklahoma bound!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will admit that leaving Wiley that day was one of the hardest days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister Holly had gone on to school that day and it was a blessing because the good-bye would have been much too hard. Saying good-bye to my Mom was hard enough. The three of us had been through so much together at that point and she was always a constant in my life. Now I had to say good-bye. She never tried to keep me in Colorado. She knew my heart was already in Oklahoma. It probably didn't hurt that her older sister would be there to look after her "baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am! I consider myself an Okie for sure but I've never forgotten my Texas roots. It's it nice to go back there sometimes, take a look around and remember where you came from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7330127683146689079?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7330127683146689079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7330127683146689079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7330127683146689079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7330127683146689079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-canadian-tx-to-sooner-state.html' title='From Canadian, TX to the Sooner State!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8286293738859368861</id><published>2010-01-14T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:15:13.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Candid Adventures Bog</title><content type='html'>My sister Holly is now blogging!  If you'll take a peek over to the "Blogroll" on the right side of this here blog, you'll see a link to her blog.  It's called "Candid Adventures."  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8286293738859368861?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8286293738859368861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8286293738859368861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8286293738859368861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8286293738859368861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/candid-adventures-bog.html' title='Candid Adventures Bog'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5935229528094978399</id><published>2010-01-14T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:46:46.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunchin' and Ropin'</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday I was invited to brunch with some gal pals of mine and I'm oh so glad I went!  Misti had told me they were going to start having brunch the second Sunday of every month.  Got an FB message from Angee not long after inviting me to attend and celebrate her birthday.  I decided this was something outside of the box for me and something I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to Legend's in Norman on Sunday morning!  In attendence were Misti, Angee, Jennifer, Amber, Keely, Camille and Heather.  Dear sweet Todd joined us a little later!  We had such a nice time and a wonderful meal!  I really do enjoy the company of these ladies!  It's so nice to be around folks who have the ability to lift you up just by being in their presence.  I like folks like that.&lt;br /&gt;After brunch I scooted back to Chickasha and went straight to the Grady County Fairgrounds to watch the team roping.  Jacob, Kelsey and Chris were all roping.  It has been really cool to watch Kelsey develop into quite the little roper!  I shouldn't be surprised by this....the kid is a natural born athlete and has excelled at pretty much every sport she's ever attempted.  There is one exception however.  She sucks at putt-putt golf!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jacob and Kelsey had Adyson with them and Cathy hauled the Taylor boys into town and we just had a great time!  Several years ago, if you would have told me that spending an afternoon at a team roping wrangling 3 kids would be fun I would have said you were NUTS!!!  But it was a great day and I'm learning to cherish days like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5935229528094978399?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5935229528094978399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5935229528094978399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5935229528094978399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5935229528094978399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/brunchin-and-ropin.html' title='Brunchin&apos; and Ropin&apos;'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2351371426124035240</id><published>2010-01-03T15:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:35:36.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>800 Hits!</title><content type='html'>WOW!!!  The web hit counter rolled over to 800 today!  Thanks for taking the time to read our thoughts here on "Opinions, Observations and Other Smart-Ass Remarks!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2351371426124035240?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2351371426124035240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2351371426124035240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2351371426124035240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2351371426124035240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/800-hits.html' title='800 Hits!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2345918019413001760</id><published>2010-01-01T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:26:34.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Adams</title><content type='html'>I think this might be my favorite Ryan Adams song. It's called "Oh My Sweet Carolina" and it is simply beautiful. I love the album version but this one is so raw and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvIRk8wvC_A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvIRk8wvC_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton John is a Ryan Adams fan and he did a cover of the song. He does a nice job with the it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qFJ4UaSZ34&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qFJ4UaSZ34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2345918019413001760?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2345918019413001760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2345918019413001760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2345918019413001760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2345918019413001760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/ryan-adams.html' title='Ryan Adams'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3342215925792680501</id><published>2009-12-24T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:23:27.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of blizzards past.</title><content type='html'>I moved to Oklahoma from Colorado in 1995 and this is the first time I remember a blizzard hitting the Sooner State!  Now back in Colorado this is not big news.  A blizzard gets a crawl on the bottom of the TV screen but here in Oklahoma you can forget about watching any of your TV shows because all that will be on TV is weather coverage!  I love a good snow storm so I'm not hating this weather all that much.  It makes me think back to my first experience with a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;We had moved to Walsh, Colorado from Briscoe, Texas when my Mom re-married.  My new stepdad owned a huge farm and ranch operation in Baca County.  The blizzard hit and it hit hard!  The snow drifts were so big our cattle were walking &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; the barbed wire fences!  We had cattle scattered out all over the place!  At that point, we had to get horseback!  The horse I had at the time was a little mare named Shea.  We saddled up and left the barn.  The snow was so high the bottoms of my stirrups were dragging over the top of it!  I don't know how that horse plowed through that snow all day but she did!&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I have always thought it was funny how quickly the schools in Oklahoma will cancel classes during inclement weather.  It took a &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; storm in Colorado for us to get a snow day!  Around here, just the mention of a storm sends people to Wal-Mart in droves to stock up on lantern oil, water, potted meat and beans!  My friend Chris works in a liquor store and yesterday morning they had run over $2000 in sales to storm-frenzied customers who didn't want to be without their booze in a white-out!!!  Unreal.&lt;br /&gt;The storm de-railed my plans to go to Yukon today to start celebrating Christmas with my family but in the grand scheme of things it's a small annoyance.  We are all safe and warm and that is what's really important!&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3342215925792680501?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3342215925792680501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3342215925792680501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3342215925792680501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3342215925792680501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories-of-blizzards-past.html' title='Memories of blizzards past.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7057943574082521596</id><published>2009-12-20T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:09:39.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling very Asian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Sy703hy_jFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1wwcdPbhCwM/s1600-h/galsnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417536636575517778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Sy703hy_jFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1wwcdPbhCwM/s320/galsnme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YaYa's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas party at Misti and Nathan's house last night. Also in attendance were Keely, Angie and Heather. Nathan was home but he stayed holed up in a back room. I think he just slept through all our fun! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun to hang out with those gals! They are all so much fun and we spend most of the evening laughing! Ate some wonderful eats including sushi, had some yummy drinks, played a new, fun game called "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Partini&lt;/span&gt;," played a little guitar and did a little singing. Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wisely spent the night at Misti and Nathan's house. Today we went out for one of my all time favorite meals: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pho&lt;/span&gt;'. For those who don't know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pho&lt;/span&gt;' is Vietnamese noodle soup and it is simply wonderful, especially after a night of drinking! The healing powers of the soup broth does wonders for the body and soul! We tried a new place called Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;. It located by the HUGE Asian market on Western. Since I'd never been into an Asian market Misti thought we should go. It was so cool! So many different sights, sounds and smells! I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continued our Asian themed outing by getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;banh&lt;/span&gt; mi sandwiches to go from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Banh&lt;/span&gt; Mi Ba Le on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Classen&lt;/span&gt; Blvd. I brought mine home and heated it up for supper and it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!!! Next time I'm gonna order it and eat it fresh! I'm sure it will be even better that way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, a great weekend spent with fab friends! As of tonight, all my Christmas gifts are wrapped, tagged and ready to be delivered! Bring on Christmas!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7057943574082521596?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7057943574082521596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7057943574082521596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7057943574082521596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7057943574082521596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-very-asian.html' title='I&apos;m feeling very Asian.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Sy703hy_jFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1wwcdPbhCwM/s72-c/galsnme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5473176939083625319</id><published>2009-11-30T11:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:53:43.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing:  Drey Asher Taylor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SxQEt5dc2_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dg8hmQyUqKc/s1600/dat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409954238943779826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SxQEt5dc2_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dg8hmQyUqKc/s320/dat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a bit of a surprise for Thanksgiving this year: a new baby boy! Felicia was scheduled for a C-Section on December 2nd but Mr. Drey Asher Taylor had other ideas! She started having contractions early Tuesday evening (11/24/09) and Drey made his entrance into the world at 11:20pm! He weighed 8 lbs. 2 oz. and was 20.5 inches long. I spent the night at Chris and Felicia's house with Tripp so Freddie and Fallon could go to the hospital. The next morning we went up and Tripp met his little brother! I don't think the reality of the situation is going to set in for him until he realized that Drey is coming home to live with them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Taylor family got to come home on Thanksgiving day and we all pulled together to have a feast all ready! It was a really fun day! Little Olivia is almost three months old now &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SxQFZsGCNcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JAshlnB1RdE/s1600/dat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409954991270147522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SxQFZsGCNcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JAshlnB1RdE/s320/dat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and got to meet her new cousin on Thanksgiving Day, too! It was quite comical! She's not used to seeing someone smaller than her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Nana was looking down from Heaven and loving it!  She would have just loved having all these sweet babies around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was truly a Thanksgiving to be thankful for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5473176939083625319?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5473176939083625319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5473176939083625319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5473176939083625319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5473176939083625319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/introducing-drey-asher-taylor.html' title='Introducing:  Drey Asher Taylor!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SxQEt5dc2_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/dg8hmQyUqKc/s72-c/dat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3282151560387756318</id><published>2009-11-23T00:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:26:56.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say THANKS!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and I'm so excited that's it's rolled around yet again!  Thought I'd take a minute and say thanks for a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My family:  I'm so blessed in this department!  The older I get the more I realize my family truely is rare in the fact that we're all still so close.  Most people I know rarely, if ever, see their cousins on a regular basis.  My cousins are like brothers and sisters to me and I've never really known anything different.  I also have three of the coolest aunts you could ever ask for!  And I don't know what I'd ever do without my parents and my brother and sister.  My family is a gift and I love them all dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends:  My life would be quite dull without my crazy group of friends around me!  They lift me up when I need lifting and cheer me up when I need cheering! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My work:  My job as a chiropractic assistant really has changed my life.  I look for the good in people because I've learned that when people are hurting it's really hard for them to be nice.  I've learned to smile at everyone who walks into my office because I may be the only person who's nice to them all day.  A smile can change everything!  I work with two AMAZING women who have enriched my life and made me a better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good people!  I hope you can find something to be thankful for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3282151560387756318?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3282151560387756318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3282151560387756318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3282151560387756318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3282151560387756318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-say-thanks.html' title='Time to say THANKS!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5081189909100311801</id><published>2009-11-04T16:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:35:49.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC tonight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pW7srJ8qJU0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pW7srJ8qJU0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see AC/DC tonight at Ford Center in OKC!  I saw them the last time they came through town several years ago and had front row seats!  It was awesome!  My seats this time around aren't front row but they're still pretty good.  Section 227.  Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5081189909100311801?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5081189909100311801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5081189909100311801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5081189909100311801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5081189909100311801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/acdc-tonight.html' title='AC/DC tonight!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5895242280786576093</id><published>2009-11-03T17:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:13:29.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kelsey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SvC2uck8RjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bxR_mzaXBZs/s1600-h/kels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400016862278600242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SvC2uck8RjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bxR_mzaXBZs/s320/kels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my cousin Kelsey turns 23 years old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of this girl! When she was little she was hell on wheels and many of us in the family were unsure as to what she would amount to. She has turned out to be such a great kid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to Murray State and became a veterinary technician. After she got out of school she moved in with me for awhile while she decided if she would like her new job at Marlow Vet Clinic. I was a little unsure about it but it turned out great! We had so much fun together and really became close friends. We had many fun adventures together and we still go out together as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She may not know what couscous is, or that England is a country in Europe but to me she is awesome and I love her! Happy birthday Kelsey!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5895242280786576093?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5895242280786576093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5895242280786576093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5895242280786576093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5895242280786576093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-kelsey.html' title='Happy Birthday Kelsey!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SvC2uck8RjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bxR_mzaXBZs/s72-c/kels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5920789566463303362</id><published>2009-11-01T17:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:08:10.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Joe Shaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4ioy3pzAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g9BpEZPC99Y/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291087509113858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4ioy3pzAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g9BpEZPC99Y/s320/DSC00116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4gwh72-VI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2OEI2nYATuo/s1600-h/DSC00073_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399289021379049810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4gwh72-VI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2OEI2nYATuo/s320/DSC00073_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4ftQG7scI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Xb3VBtmmVjo/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287865542422978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4ftQG7scI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Xb3VBtmmVjo/s320/DSC00062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in a previous blog Kelsey and i went to see Billy Joe Shaver on October 17th at Muscle Car Ranch here in Chickasha. I just love Billy Joe! He's a true legend who, in my opinion, has never gotten the recognition he truly deserves. It was a great night and here are some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His book "Honky Tonk Hero" is a good read if you ever get the chance.  He's led a crazy and sometimes tragic life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5920789566463303362?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5920789566463303362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5920789566463303362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5920789566463303362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5920789566463303362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/billy-joe-shaver.html' title='Billy Joe Shaver'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Su4ioy3pzAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/g9BpEZPC99Y/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-298542597666448286</id><published>2009-10-21T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:39:20.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Scentsy consultant!!</title><content type='html'>I've signed up to sell Scentsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my website:  &lt;a href="https://shaylasanders.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;https://shaylasanders.scentsy.us/Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://shaylasanders.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-298542597666448286?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/298542597666448286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=298542597666448286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/298542597666448286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/298542597666448286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-scentsy-consultant.html' title='I&apos;m a Scentsy consultant!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-364022763158850525</id><published>2009-10-19T11:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:01:30.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REK Show!</title><content type='html'>What a full weekend of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey, Russell, Chris and I met my friends Rene' and Dale at the WinStar Casino in Thackerville, OK on Friday night to see my all time favorite Robert Earl Keen! I never tire of seeing him and his fabulous band! They have influenced so many bands but not many come close to the original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell, Chris and Dale were experiencing the REK show for the first time. I think they all enjoyed it! Here are a few pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYntREeRI/AAAAAAAAAII/83w5S685XUs/s1600-h/rek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394354261616523538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYntREeRI/AAAAAAAAAII/83w5S685XUs/s320/rek3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYJ5TqDEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/be7mUogOLOM/s1600-h/rek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394353749452524610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYJ5TqDEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/be7mUogOLOM/s320/rek2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYEzIgZZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0VuQY8E8r-0/s1600-h/rek1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394353661895796114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYEzIgZZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0VuQY8E8r-0/s320/rek1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to hang out with Rene' and Dale! Rene' and I used to work together at KRPT in Anadarko. We have remained close friends and I can always count on my "Nay Nay" for sound advice or just an ear to vent to! She is one of my favorite people in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyZYaWpikI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_rZQPEN7lzI/s1600-h/rek4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyZYaWpikI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_rZQPEN7lzI/s320/rek4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394355098353240642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show the three of us went and ate Italian at a very good restaurant inside the casino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I can get the Billy Joe Shaver pics from Saturday night off the camera I'll post some here. I got some great shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-364022763158850525?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/364022763158850525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=364022763158850525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/364022763158850525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/364022763158850525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/rek-show.html' title='REK Show!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/StyYntREeRI/AAAAAAAAAII/83w5S685XUs/s72-c/rek3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6717464406939411779</id><published>2009-10-14T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:03:23.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Weekend!</title><content type='html'>WOW! We've hit the 300 views mark here on the 'ol blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a big one for me. Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about Robert Earl Keen. Any time I get to go see him live it's such a treat and I always enjoy it. I never go to shows alone but I've gone to see REK at the Wormy Dog in OKC on a Wednesday night alone before. I love him that much!!! Anyway, my Aunt Carla got me four VIP tickets for his show at the WinStar Casino in Thackerville, OK for this Friday night. My dear friend Rene' and her husband Dale are also coming! This is Dale's first REK experience and I hope he digs it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find out that the lengendary Billy Joe Shaver is playing right here in Chickasha on Saturday night! I almost fell over when I heard that! I may just die of musical happiness on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this old REK video on YouTube. It's from an old show called "The Texas Connection" hosted by Jerry Jeff Walker. He still had the "junior" attached to his name back then! I would guess it was the early 90's. Bryan Duckworth was playing fiddle in the band and that makes this little gem even more enjoyable. I've always liked the tune "Jesse With The Long Hair Hanging Down." Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7rHAUK87m4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7rHAUK87m4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6717464406939411779?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6717464406939411779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6717464406939411779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6717464406939411779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6717464406939411779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-weekend.html' title='A Dream Weekend!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2130424517169037865</id><published>2009-10-08T01:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:14:58.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was about a year ago that Jimmy and I decided to try and have a baby. A few months later we found out we were expecting and would have a baby come September. Those nine months seemed to fly by, but at the same time felt like an eternity. Luckily, my pregnancy was very smooth an uneventful until the very end (see Shayla's previous blog entry about all the waiting!).&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;September 7, 2009 our lives changed forever when we welcomed our little Olivia Shay into the world at 3:41pm. I can't even begin to describe the different emotions I felt that day. Everything from anxiety, to fear, to excitement, to joy, and finally to complete and unconditional love for this little 7 pound 2 ounce baby. I once again fell head over heels in love with my husband that day. His compassion, attentiveness, heart, and so much more shone through on that day and I will never forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't believe a month has already past since she was born. It has probably been one of the hardest, but most rewarding months of my life. I haven't slept a full night since she arrived. In fact, I probably haven't slept for more than 4 hours at a time since then! There have also been nights that I haven't slept at all. Totally worth it, though. When I hold her in my arms and she looks me in the eye before gently falling asleep; totally worth it. When we lay next to each other and her little body keeps me warm; totally worth it. When she cracks a little smile; totally worth it. When she wraps her tiny little hand around my finger; totally worth it. She has changed my entire and life and how I see the world. How could this tiny little creature do that? I now know what unconditional love is. I would do anything in the world to make this child happy. I would give my own life just to give her another breath. I would go to the ends of the earth if it would stop a tear from rolling down her cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As Shayla said in a previous blog, if you told me five years ago that this is what my life would be today, I would've said you are crazy! The same is true for me. Now I can't imagine my life without her. I often think about the future and what it holds. I cannot wait to watch her grow and see what kind of person she will become. What will her personality be? What will her interests be? The future holds so many wonderful things for my family and I cannot wait to open the gift of each new day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In closing, I would like to share some pictures I recently took of Olivia. They were taken when she was about 2 1/2 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QoGIoWJI/AAAAAAAAABc/tb20lgHBMCw/s1600-h/IMG_1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QoGIoWJI/AAAAAAAAABc/tb20lgHBMCw/s320/IMG_1236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390123347548330130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QnoZF5qI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_aWXpxv1DU/s1600-h/IMG_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QnoZF5qI/AAAAAAAAABU/v_aWXpxv1DU/s320/IMG_1273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390123339564312226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QnBzwY3I/AAAAAAAAABM/xXDZ005E6kk/s1600-h/IMG_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QnBzwY3I/AAAAAAAAABM/xXDZ005E6kk/s320/IMG_1266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390123329207165810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QmpUBonI/AAAAAAAAABE/lGGsBtknXbY/s1600-h/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QmpUBonI/AAAAAAAAABE/lGGsBtknXbY/s320/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390123322631627378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QmBks2eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GBllm8N1Khc/s1600-h/oeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QmBks2eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GBllm8N1Khc/s320/oeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390123311964150242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;          &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/4648489757072700135-2130424517169037865?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2130424517169037865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2130424517169037865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2130424517169037865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2130424517169037865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World.....'/><author><name>Holly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4zaP9U16WM/Ss2QoGIoWJI/AAAAAAAAABc/tb20lgHBMCw/s72-c/IMG_1236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1415436899305780283</id><published>2009-10-05T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:09:04.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month and Counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsqbB-C49MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7h6oWFVxZ1Y/s1600-h/oliviaprofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsqbB-C49MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7h6oWFVxZ1Y/s320/oliviaprofile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389290362239513794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe our little Olivia Shay has been on this earth for a month!  I still remember the amazement at seeing this ultrasound picture and then the thrilling moment when we met and held her for the first time.  Just this past Friday we went to lunch and then took a trip to Target.  If you would have told me five years ago that taking an almost 2 year old and a month old baby out for the afternoon would be fun I'd have said you were nuts!  We did have a great time though!  My how things change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I sit blogging and listening to my new REK cd!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good in the hood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1415436899305780283?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1415436899305780283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1415436899305780283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1415436899305780283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1415436899305780283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-month-and-counting.html' title='One Month and Counting!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsqbB-C49MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7h6oWFVxZ1Y/s72-c/oliviaprofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5656523660895643496</id><published>2009-09-29T10:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:59:13.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Earl Keen - "The Rose Hotel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsIrWWZH3bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/841N9L3-dFM/s1600-h/rosehotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsIrWWZH3bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/841N9L3-dFM/s320/rosehotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386915767256604082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Earl Keen's new album, "The Rose Hotel" is in stores TODAY!  I can't tell you how happy this makes me!  We REK fans have been waiting 4 years for a new studio album!  I ordered the combo pack vinyl record and cd.  Yes!  REK on vinyl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that REK is my favorite of the Red Dirt/Texas artists.  I was actually shocked one day when Jimmy and I were having a discussion about REK and Jimmy said he doesn't even consider him a part of this scene.......he transcends this scene and the many carbon copies that have followed in his wake.  This surprised me only because Jimmy likes to tease me by saying REK sounds like what Forrest Gump would sound like if he were a singer!  Nice to know Jimmy does, in fact, recognize greatness in some instances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Misti compares being a fan of REK to being in a club and knowing the secret handshake.  I like that analogy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear him sing you might be taken aback.  He's not the greatest vocalist I've ever heard!  But when you really settle in and listen to the lyrics he writes you'll see what I'm talking about.  Amazing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved REK for many years now.  Had several awkward meetings with him.  Even interviewed him on the radio!  He's at the top of my list and I cannot wait to hear this new album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsJKrBLh1sI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dO6LkH-vRQc/s1600-h/rek11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsJKrBLh1sI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dO6LkH-vRQc/s320/rek11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386950207200155330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5656523660895643496?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5656523660895643496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5656523660895643496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5656523660895643496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5656523660895643496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/robert-earl-keen-rose-hotel.html' title='Robert Earl Keen - &quot;The Rose Hotel&quot;'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SsIrWWZH3bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/841N9L3-dFM/s72-c/rosehotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5688498411719188660</id><published>2009-09-26T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:50:50.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Sr7cvC1UNkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/01A81yHYzjE/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Sr7cvC1UNkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/01A81yHYzjE/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385984905154147906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Nana and Papa's house in Briscoe, TX.  They bought this house and the over 300 surrounding acres back in the mid-seventies.  They loved this place.  All of us grandkids have spent countless hours in and around this house.  Most my fondest childhood memories revolve around this house and this land.  Soon, this house will be reduced to ashes.  It seems it's cheaper to have the fire department come out and burn it as a training exercise as opposed to simply bulldozing it.  I won't go into who made this decision and their reasons for doing it.  I'll just say I'm not too happy about it.  In fact, it kinda pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like such a violent end to such a peaceful place.  I can't imagine my Nana and Papa would like this idea very much.  Like I said, they loved this place.  It was a dream.  It was a sanctuary.  It was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy knowing that my memories of this place can never be smoked out of my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Aunt Cathy, Fallon and I are going to Briscoe tomorrow.  Aunt Carla is going to meet us there.  We're gonna get the remaining valuables out.  It's gonna be hard to drive away knowing that the only time I'll ever see this house again will be in pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, in my memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5688498411719188660?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5688498411719188660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5688498411719188660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5688498411719188660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5688498411719188660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/down-in-flames.html' title='Down in Flames'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Sr7cvC1UNkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/01A81yHYzjE/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7039605234936171068</id><published>2009-09-21T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:50:19.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at that face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrhW71J6_VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8jfpO9j5cok/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrhW71J6_VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8jfpO9j5cok/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384148940402392402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  How cute is this damn kid???  Hard to believe Tripp will be 2 years old in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly took this picture of us at Fallon's birthday party last week.  I made him come take a pic with his Aunt Shayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems pretty happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7039605234936171068?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7039605234936171068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7039605234936171068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7039605234936171068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7039605234936171068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-that-face.html' title='Look at that face!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrhW71J6_VI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8jfpO9j5cok/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2329563619576540848</id><published>2009-09-16T15:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:11:09.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing:  Olivia Shay!</title><content type='html'>Monday, September 7th, life changed yet again. My first niece, Olivia Shay Hamilton was born at 3:44pm. She weighed 7 pounds, 2 ounces and was 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor had told Holly that if the baby hadn't arrived by Thursday (Sept. 3rd) they would induce labor. Well, when Holly went to her appointment on that day the doc changed her mind! Holly hadn't changed any since her last visit and to induce would probably mean a C-section and the doctor just didn't want to go that route. What a let-down. We were all prepared for a baby but it was not meant to be. Mom later told me Holly broke down in tears upon hearing the news. She was so ready for the big moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Holly and Jimmy's house in Yukon on Thursday night for "Baby Watch: 2009." We just knew at any minute Holly would say, "Okay, it's time to take me to the hospital." Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. Felt like we were living in slow motion. Poor Holly! I know the pressure had to get to her a bit. It must have felt like we were all staring at her and waiting for something to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, however, to spend a weekend with my family. Having Mom there to cook three squares a day was pretty awesome, too. Kinda like being a kid again! By Sunday we were starting to wear down a bit. The anticipation was just too much. A few weeks prior, we had a patient in the office who was due any day. She came in one afternoon for an adjustment and went to the spa next door for a massage. During the massage her water broke!! I called Dr. Logsdon to see if she could help. She told me she could to some acupunture points for relaxation so off to Doc's house we went. She gave Holly and adjustment and did acupunture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrbzRebhasI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W8_D3HJNtW8/s1600-h/img_0762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383757886119832258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrbzRebhasI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W8_D3HJNtW8/s320/img_0762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrbzFFzPxqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HeatOxWwuWU/s1600-h/img_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383757673350022818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrbzFFzPxqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HeatOxWwuWU/s320/img_0764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc took out the head and low back needles but left the rest in and I drove us home.  The needles ended up being in for almost 2 hours.  We decided that night would be game night!  Holly told Jimmy if he wanted to drink some Red Bull and vodka he could go right ahead and do it!  I went to the store and picked up some beer for Big M and me and game night began!  We had a lot of fun and everyone relaxed and didn't think about baby for awhile!  Holly didn't say anything to us but she had started feeling "something."  The parents went off to bed and Holly, Jimmy and I played a little longer and then we went to bed, too.  It was around 1 or 1:30 AM I would guess.  She started having contractions that night and around 5:45 AM she poked her head in my door and said it was time to go to the hospital!!!  I heart jumped!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents-to-be were cool customers!  My Mom on the other hand started a pot of coffee!  Mom, we're heading to the hospital remember?  It was quite funny!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to the hospital!  Jimmy got her all checked in.  He did try and check her in as Holly Sanders but quickly remembered, he had in fact, married her two years prior!  The doctor told her she was dialated to a 4 and would be admititted! We got all settled into a room and the waiting began.  I was expecting a whole lot of drama but Holly made this stuff look easy!  She got her epidural early on and I guess it made all the difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of our family show up and wait with us.  Tripp came and entertained us with his antics!  We did a lot of visting and catching up.  Around 2:30 - 3:00 PM the doctor annouced she was at 9 and the pushing would probably start in about an hour!  The excitement was really building now!  We were kicked out of the room shortly thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hour of waiting in the lobby was a killer!  Nurses were going in and out but were keeping mum about the goings-on inside the room.  We'd go to the door and listen hoping for clues.  I'm sure we looked like a crazy, not-so-patient family out in that lobby!  Here's the moment that will stick with me forever:  We were standing outside the door and we heard her cry!  My mom was looking at the door, heard the cry and turned around and the tears started flowing!  I started to cry as Aunt Cathy came over and hugged my Mom.  Kelsey hugged me and started crying!  Tears of joy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next concern was Holly.  I wish I could have heard her cry!  I just needed to know my baby sis was fine.  Finally either a nurse or the doctor told us Momma and baby here both fine!  Whew!!!  What a relief!  We had to wait quite awhile to get into the room because they were struggling to get her to eat.  We later found out the cord was around her neck but the doc and nurses didn't waste any time and getting it off.  They were all wonderful!  And now, her she is.....Olivia Shay Hamilton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb4_Soe7QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AwiRvHpo14A/s1600-h/img_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb4_Soe7QI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AwiRvHpo14A/s320/img_0781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383764170785090818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb5hEfowlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ao57jdurJg8/s1600-h/img_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb5hEfowlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ao57jdurJg8/s320/img_0829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383764751105442386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb533h_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/o9sg4CSfDwg/s1600-h/img_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb533h_ZuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/o9sg4CSfDwg/s320/img_0831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383765142762645218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, huh?  She's pretty amazing!  We're all just so happy!  Holly and Jimmy have been doing great!  The are just the best parents!  It's so cute to see!  I'm enjoying my role as Aunt Shayla.  The fact that they used part of my name in hers is an honor I can't even begin to describe.  I have tears in my eyes right now as I think about it.  Months ago when Holly told me what they wanted to name her I have to say I was stunned.  It really and truly is an honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb7pLfXsfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/u8lJwdPfpL0/s1600-h/olivia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/Srb7pLfXsfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/u8lJwdPfpL0/s320/olivia3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383767089445581298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2329563619576540848?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2329563619576540848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2329563619576540848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2329563619576540848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2329563619576540848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/introducing-olivia-shay.html' title='Introducing:  Olivia Shay!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SrbzRebhasI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W8_D3HJNtW8/s72-c/img_0762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6369276290031063331</id><published>2009-09-01T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:47:23.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The (baby) Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>9 months ago I thought September would never get here but here it is!  My sister's baby girl is due on September 7th.  On her last doctor's appointment (8/27) she was told that if the baby wasn't here by the next doctor's appointment (9/3) they would induce labor.  Every time the phone has rang this week I jump for it!  I'm just waiting for "the call."  The past two nights have been very restless for me.  I think subconsiosly I'm still thinking about it........can't get my brain turned off!!&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't miss the call since I'm a very light sleeper but for some reason I'm just not getting into a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for that moment when I hold my little niece (and namesake) for the first time.  I remember when Tripp was born like it was yesterday.  The experience of holding him for the first time will stick with me forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to Chris and Felicia's house last night for Chris's birthday party.  It's pretty neat to see what kind of parents they have become.  I can't wait to see what kind of parents Jimmy and Holly will be.  I know they're going to be awesome!  I can only imagine a little girl with Holly's beauty and independence and Jimmy's practicality and kindness.  Olivia is a lucky girl indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the waiting...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6369276290031063331?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6369276290031063331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6369276290031063331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6369276290031063331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6369276290031063331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-waiting-game.html' title='The (baby) Waiting Game'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8869320421153633612</id><published>2009-08-24T20:30:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:25:26.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken, Pasta and Veggies</title><content type='html'>Seems many of my blogging buddies are posting their recipes so I thought I'd join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a favorite of mine and I eat it often!  Gotta give my sister Holly some props on this one since it was her creation.  I'd like to think I've added a few things to it and made it a really great dish.  Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpM_jbKWLjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aT5DRfGGiTA/s1600-h/img_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpM_jbKWLjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aT5DRfGGiTA/s320/img_0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373708658202258994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need diced up chicken breast, spaghetti, chopped bell peppers, sliced mushrooms, Italian seasoning, fresh basil, EVOO and balsamic vineager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually buy my peppers in a tri-colored three pack but it just so happens this week red peppers were on sale so that's what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNAzzid5JI/AAAAAAAAAFY/phHe78ySQ_4/s1600-h/img_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNAzzid5JI/AAAAAAAAAFY/phHe78ySQ_4/s320/img_0694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373710039135413394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, get your spaghetti going.  I usually use Ronzoni Smart Taste Thin Spaghetti or whole wheat pasta but you can use whatever pasta you like.  Dice up your chicken breast and season it with Italian seasoning.  Chop up your peppers and mushrooms.  Heat some EVOO in two different skillets.  Stir fry your chicken in one and your peppers and mushrooms in the other.  Since it's summer and I have basil growing in my herb garden, I chop some of it up and throw it in with the veggies.  I also splash a little balsamic vineager on the veggies near the end of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNF2TzOC5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8HhPsg6WK0k/s1600-h/img_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNF2TzOC5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8HhPsg6WK0k/s320/img_0695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373715579713489810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNGCq6jm1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jzx8Dt5ysxE/s1600-h/img_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNGCq6jm1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jzx8Dt5ysxE/s320/img_0696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373715792076708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your spaghetti is done, drain it and toss it into a bowl.  I usually toss it with a bit a EVOO and some balsamic vineager as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNG1910ZgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5Vs3YG7S7Nc/s1600-h/img_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNG1910ZgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5Vs3YG7S7Nc/s320/img_0697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373716673330439682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, add your veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNIQP_u3zI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mHkpGjMezeM/s1600-h/img_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNIQP_u3zI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mHkpGjMezeM/s320/img_0699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373718224392085298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then your chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNIekALvLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tckf5K5J8pA/s1600-h/img_0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNIekALvLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tckf5K5J8pA/s320/img_0700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373718470280854706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top it all off with balsamic vineager.  I love balsamic vineager so I use lots of it but you should season it to your taste.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it folks!  A tasty, healthy meal that is easy to make.  I usually eat it just like this but if I have company I'll serve it with a salad and/or French bread w/balsamic vineager and EVOO for dipping.  Delish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.  I was reading a Rachel Ray magazine awhile back and she was sharing some of her kitchen must-haves.  One was a garbage bowl, which is basically a bowl you toss all your trash into while cooking to save yourself trips back and forth to the trash can.  My friend Chris came up with the idea of using a coffee can.  He cut out the top so only the edge remained.  He lined it with a bag leftover from bringing veggies home from the store.  Snap the top on and you've got a garbage bowl you empty like a trash can!  I don't drink coffee so I used a leftover margarita bucket!!!  Imagine that!  :-)  Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNKTSdcVZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kHzvC-laWrc/s1600-h/img_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpNKTSdcVZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kHzvC-laWrc/s320/img_0692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373720475616433554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal walking across the kitchen to throw stuff away but you'll be amazed how much time this little dude will save!  It's also a great way of recycling those little plastic bags we use to bring veggies home from the store in.  I keep a stash of bags under the liner at the bottom of my bucket so they are always there and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8869320421153633612?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8869320421153633612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8869320421153633612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8869320421153633612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8869320421153633612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-pasta-and-veggies.html' title='Chicken, Pasta and Veggies'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SpM_jbKWLjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aT5DRfGGiTA/s72-c/img_0693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7058934835050762208</id><published>2009-08-23T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:10:34.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday Blues</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say Sunday is a lonely day for me.  You work all week, play all weekend and then Sunday rolls around.  I very much enjoy laying around all day and being lazy but sometimes it just sucks.  You'd think after many years of working on the art of being single, lonliness would cease to bother me anymore.  I feel very alone on Sunday.  Sunday is the day I'm most likely to ponder the fact that I'm still single.  And worry about it.  And obsess over it.  Everyone says the right guy will come along someday.  Well, I wish he would hurry up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll meet on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7058934835050762208?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7058934835050762208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7058934835050762208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7058934835050762208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7058934835050762208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-blues.html' title='The Sunday Blues'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-9025707687146402346</id><published>2009-08-20T16:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:04:32.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booted Out of the World's Largest Honky Tonk!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was spent in Fort Worth, TX celebrating my Aunt Carla's &lt;br /&gt;50th....um...I mean........40th birthday.  We stayed in the stockyards.  From my hotel window I could see the huge Billy Bob's Texas sign in the distance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back some years ago I worked as the Program Director at KRPT radio in Anadarko, OK.&lt;br /&gt;We had a trade with Billy Bob's, which meant we ran ads for them and they gave us free general admission tickets to all their shows.  Back in the day, we thought Billy Bob's was pretty cool.  I've since come to realize that it's no more than a Texas sized tourist trap.  I've seen some good shows there, but unless you've got reserved seats its just not that cool.  Anyway, one weekend a bunch of us from the radio station went down to see The Charlie Daniels Band.  I had also managed to get us backstage passes.  The CDB put on a kick-ass show!!  We were all pretty pumped to go backstage and meet a legend!  The backstage meet-and-greet area at Billy Bob's is a big room with cement walls.  The walls are painted with band logos and such and the bands/artists sign the walls.  Well, Charlie was taking his own sweet time getting to his meet-n-greet.  By this time we'd all had our fair share of adults beverages to drink, myself included.  I was getting bored.  I asked my buddy Aaron for an ink pen and proceded to sign my name on the wall.  Hey, I was on the damn radio! Does that not make me a celebrity??  Anyway, Aaron took the pen after me and signed his name too.  Before too long, most of the group had signed the Billy Bob's Wall 'O Fame!  My buddy Zac's parent's, Mike and JayDena were with us on this trip.  Before I know it, Mike is telling me its time to go.  &lt;br /&gt;"But Mike, we haven't met Charlie yet!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know but we have to go."&lt;br /&gt;"But Mike.........."&lt;br /&gt;"They say we have to GO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why???"&lt;br /&gt;"You can't write on the walls."&lt;br /&gt;"Shit."&lt;br /&gt;So, we are escorted out of the backstage area WITHOUT meeting Charlie Daniels.  I had even spent five friggin' dollars on an 8 x 10 glossy specifically for autographing!  In my depressed state, I went and sat on a step out in the club area.  Pretty soon here comes Mike again.&lt;br /&gt;"They say we have to leave the club."&lt;br /&gt;"What!!!  Why????"&lt;br /&gt;"They say you've had too much to drink."&lt;br /&gt;"Shit."&lt;br /&gt;So, we leave the world's largest honky tonk in pissy moods and minus a Charlie Daniels autograph.  I still maintain that if his old ass would have gotten out there a little quicker, we would never have gotten bored and this incident would have never happened!  But no!!!  Thanks a ton Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Also, JayDena was so distraught by what us little heathens had done she called the owner of Billy Bob's (Pam Minick) bright and early Monday morning and ratted our asses out and apologized profulsely for what we had done.  Pam said it was fine....they were about to re-paint that old room anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-9025707687146402346?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9025707687146402346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=9025707687146402346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/9025707687146402346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/9025707687146402346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/booted-out-of-worlds-largest-honky-tonk.html' title='Booted Out of the World&apos;s Largest Honky Tonk!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1381185327002978087</id><published>2009-08-18T15:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:37:06.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macca's Still Got It!</title><content type='html'>Paul is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show last night was great as expected! It was the one-year anniversary of the BOK Center in Tulsa. Good choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw Paul back in 2002 in OKC I was blown away. I think it was because I didn't really have any expectations. Obviously, I know who the Beatles are and I'm a fan. I dig Wings. Love the solo stuff but still just didn't really know what to expect. It was incredible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this show too but it was missing the impact that first show had. Still and awesome night of rock-n-roll by a music legend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention is band is top notch! Well, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what sucked about the night: The drunk ass dude who occupied the seat next to me. When he came to sit down, he had a beer in each hand. I just figured he would be joined by a girlfriend or buddy. When I realized that wasn't the case I knew I was in trouble. Now I've gone to concerts and consumed my fair share of adult beverages but I've NEVER ruined the experience for someone else! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all there was his commentary. He had a comment for everything. He was talking to NO ONE! Just drunkenly blabbering away to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all he stunk. It smelled like a brewery and a whiskey still collided head on at a very high rate of speed. Later on in the evening I would actually see him drinking out of a bottle of whiskey he snuck in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During "Live and Let Die" he spilled beer and it hit the back of my leg and went into my flip-flops. The bastard was lucky I was really into the song or my tirade would have started then. I let it ride for awhile. When he was stumbling around and bumped into me I lost it. I turned around to him, put my hands up to his chest and screamed "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!!!!" Of course, he just drunkenly stared at me. I told him I was sick of him touching me, being a loud-mouth and spilling beer on me. He mumbled something about not wanting to be close to me. I turned away but he just kept yammering on. I yelled at him several more times. My Mom and Aunt Cathy finally realized what was going on. They moved me over to the aisle. My Aunt said she'd heard stories of my tirades in bars and thought the best of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, I did this all stone cold sober so you KNOW I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, the concert was great! Thanks for the memories Paul. As for drunk-ass Tonto who annoyed the hell out of me: I hope you got a DUI and spent the night in the drunk tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1381185327002978087?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1381185327002978087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1381185327002978087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1381185327002978087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1381185327002978087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/maccas-still-got-it.html' title='Macca&apos;s Still Got It!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8915940638024618589</id><published>2009-08-17T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:31:44.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt Shoe</title><content type='html'>Check out my friend Misti's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dirtshoe.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Nathan post all sorts of tasty recipes as well as blogging on many different subjects.  It's a great read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8915940638024618589?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8915940638024618589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8915940638024618589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8915940638024618589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8915940638024618589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirt-shoe.html' title='Dirt Shoe'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3502472269125753310</id><published>2009-08-17T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:25:28.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Paul!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night!  Mom, Aunt Cathy and I are going to see Paul McCartney in Tulsa at the BOK Center!  We all went to see him in OKC.....I think that was in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;What a show!  I've always liked the Beatles but to actually see Paul McCartney on stage was really something!  It really felt like you were witnessing history!  Last time we didn't get to sit together but tonight we'll all get to enjoy it together!  I love doing this sort of stuff with my Mom and Cathy.  I get a kick out of watching them cut up and laughing and, of course, singing along with every song!&lt;br /&gt;Got me to thinking about who all I've seen through the years and who I'd still like to see.  I think tops on my list would have to be Paul Simon.  I've loved him and his music for many years.  I also think Andrea Bocelli would be amazing!  What a voice!&lt;br /&gt;What about if you could go back in time and see someone?  For me it would be:  The Beatles, Waylon Jennings, Conway Twitty, Simon and Garfunkel.  What are your thoughts on this subject?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3502472269125753310?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3502472269125753310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3502472269125753310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3502472269125753310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3502472269125753310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/sir-paul.html' title='Sir Paul!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8021453153367819293</id><published>2009-07-30T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:03:57.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Justin</title><content type='html'>My friend Chris' cousin Justin passed away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a nice guy and I'm lucky I got to know him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8021453153367819293?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8021453153367819293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8021453153367819293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8021453153367819293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8021453153367819293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-justin.html' title='R.I.P. Justin'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7680840615106729303</id><published>2009-07-30T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:17:53.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin' Farmtown</title><content type='html'>So.  Vacation was great as expected.  Who would have thought the oldest grandkid (me) and the youngest (Russell) could roll up to Colorado and have a kick ass time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction to Farmtown is unreal.  I can't believe I've been sucked into this but I love it!  Farmtown is an app. on Facebook in case you're living under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little farm is growing and I just love it!  Shame on me!!!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7680840615106729303?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7680840615106729303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7680840615106729303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7680840615106729303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7680840615106729303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/07/friggin-farmtown.html' title='Friggin&apos; Farmtown'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1973095152476836358</id><published>2009-07-16T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:36:02.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' ready to head NORTH!</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation starts tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin Russell are heading to the family's cabin&lt;br /&gt;in Cuchara, CO.  He's taking his 2 four-wheelers.  I think&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least it's gonna be cooler!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1973095152476836358?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1973095152476836358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1973095152476836358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1973095152476836358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1973095152476836358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettin-ready-to-head-north.html' title='Gettin&apos; ready to head NORTH!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5334941960749675584</id><published>2009-07-06T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:21:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't know about you, but I had a great 4th of July weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rodeo dance in Canadian was a great time. I don't think Tracey was too traumatized!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to see some old friends I haven't seen in awhile! The Doug Moreland Show was a nice surprise. The last time I saw Doug was years ago in Weatherford when he still had his dog Jalapeno. He and his band play some great swing music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always good to see the Stragglers! They sounded great! Jason is so slim!!! WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a guitar pick. Got a couple of t-shirts (thanks CK). Didn't go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;It was all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to Chickasha at 4:15p on Saturday afternoon, hopped in the shower and rode to to OKC with Scott, Pam and Elesha to watch Chris and Camille play in Bricktown at Bourbon Street Cafe. Great food, great music and great friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper at Aunt Cathy's house Sunday evening (YUM!) and set off a few fireworks for Tripp. He was okay until the loud ones then he started bawling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a great 4th of July weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, my birthday (UGH!) tomorrow and the birthday party (YAY!) Saturday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5334941960749675584?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5334941960749675584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5334941960749675584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5334941960749675584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5334941960749675584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend!!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6893318259819601872</id><published>2009-07-01T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:10:45.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian, TX 4th of JULY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for Friday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago Kelsey asked me if I wanted to go to Canadian for the 4th of July.  I immediate answer was no.  The last 4th of July I spent in the 'ol hometown was drama-filled!  Then she told me Jason Boland &amp; The Stragglers were playing on Friday night.  Now this changed everything.  The Red Dirt/Texas music scene has become watered down recently by a bunch of Ragweed/Pat Green knock-off's trying to be the next big thing, but the Stragglers are the real deal and I'm proud to say they are from OKLAHOMA!!!!!  Jason recently had major surgery on his vocal chords and returned to the road just this past Thanksgiving.  I haven't seen the boys since before surgery so I'm stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't believe Kelsey and had to get on the Stragglers website and check the show schedule!  Turns out the little shit knew what she was talking about....this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you about 4th of July in Canadian, TX.  This is my hometown and I love it but there is not much going on.  Until the 4th of July that is!!!  There is the annual rodeo and parade.  And then there's the dance.  Folks, I have had more fun at 4th of July dances over the years than I can remember...........mostly I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; remember!!!!!  The dance is held at this great big open-air pavillion out by the rodeo grounds.  Everyone brings their own beverages and has one hell of a time.  There's always a band and them Texans fill the dance floor!  I've seen some great bands play and I've also seen some shit bands play but we all have fun just the same!!  Of course, when my crazy Aunt Carla is involved, it's always a good time!  Throw in Kelsey, Jacob and me and you better watch out!!  This year, I'm bringing my friend Tracey with me.  She's all about a wild time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Friday already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6893318259819601872?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6893318259819601872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6893318259819601872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6893318259819601872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6893318259819601872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/07/canadian-tx-4th-of-july.html' title='Canadian, TX 4th of JULY!!!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6351038059808294772</id><published>2009-06-30T15:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:07:16.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Encounters Vol. 2:  Dierks Bentley</title><content type='html'>Once again, Holly and I were at Calf Fry.  So many interesting and exciting things have happened to us at Calf Fry over the years.  Hmmmmmmm..........wonder why??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jimmy was with No Justice and so we had our backstage passes.  They have free beer if you get there early, so we got there early of course!!  Calf Fry is held outside The Tumbleweed so the "backstage" area is just a fenced off area beside and behind the stage.  There is a big, cement ramp that goes up to the stage.  It makes it easier to roll equipment, amps, etc up to the stage.  Anyway, Holly and I come thru the side gate and we're strolling towards the cement ramp and we see that year's headliner, Dierks Bentley, walking up the ramp.  I say "Hey Dierks!"  He never stops walking, glances at me and gives me a little wave from his hip.  I don't even know if you could call it a wave.........it really seemed more like a brush off motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with that said, my sister has a totally different account of how this story went down.  I'm sure she'll get on here and give you her side of it but this is how I remember it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6351038059808294772?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6351038059808294772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6351038059808294772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6351038059808294772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6351038059808294772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrity-encounters-vol-2-dierks.html' title='Celebrity Encounters Vol. 2:  Dierks Bentley'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-193035686300298450</id><published>2009-06-29T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:55:48.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Encounters Vol. 1:  Charlie Robison</title><content type='html'>The other night I was telling Tracey about the many times I've made a fool of myself when meeting a "celebrity."  She was laughing her ass off and told me I should put them in the blog............so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off:  Charlie Robison.  He played Calf Fry in Stillwater one year.  Jimmy must have been working for No Justice 'cause Holly and I were backstage.  I could not wait to meet Charlie and get a pic taken with him.  Unfortunately, I had to go to the bathroom really bad and went into the club.  In those days, we always carried a disposable camera to all the shows.......back before we were digital!!!  Anyway, I had the camera in the back pocket of my jeans and when I pulled my britches down the camera fell into the toilet.  Damn!  Never one to be deterred, I scooped the camera out of the toilet and went to find Holly.  We met up with Charlie for our photo op.  I gave the camera to some guy in Charlie's crew to take our pic and explained it had just come from the toilet.  He had a real funny look on his face while taking the picture.  Charlie just laughed!  Unfortunately, the pic didn't turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, years before meeting Charlie I met the Dixie Chicks in OKC.  They were on their "Fly" tour.  At this time, Charlie and Emily were married.  She was the last one in line and when I got to her all I could say was "I love your husband!"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I do, too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-193035686300298450?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/193035686300298450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=193035686300298450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/193035686300298450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/193035686300298450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrity-encounters-vol-1-charlie.html' title='Celebrity Encounters Vol. 1:  Charlie Robison'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6466879956621516826</id><published>2009-06-08T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:19:46.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Virginia.</title><content type='html'>The day started off on a sad note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite little patients passed away yesterday.  Almost 96 years young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's had chiropractic care since she was 10 years old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even married a Chiropractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently she was still zooming around town and rocking&lt;br /&gt;the leopard print spandex like nobody's business!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be sorely missed but I'm grateful to have known her&lt;br /&gt;and happy she's gone on to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til we meet again Virginia..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6466879956621516826?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6466879956621516826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6466879956621516826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6466879956621516826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6466879956621516826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye-virginia.html' title='Good-bye Virginia.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7851178637417070622</id><published>2009-05-22T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:28:51.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading back out on the Red Dirt trail!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/ShdshcFx3QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zcrHWhSKDiY/s1600-h/RED+DIRT+BALL+POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338855205002927362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/ShdshcFx3QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zcrHWhSKDiY/s320/RED+DIRT+BALL+POSTER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Jims is going back to work for No Justice after this weekend.  This is good news for me.  I dig Aranda and think they are great guys and a great band but my heart lies in the Red Dirt/TX scene.  This news makes me happy.  We're getting a jump start on it tomorrow night.  Going to Medicine Park to catch the show.  Tracey is going too.  We're saving her from a holiday weekend playing cards with the folks.&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7851178637417070622?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7851178637417070622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7851178637417070622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7851178637417070622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7851178637417070622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/05/heading-back-out-on-red-dirt-trail.html' title='Heading back out on the Red Dirt trail!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/ShdshcFx3QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zcrHWhSKDiY/s72-c/RED+DIRT+BALL+POSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8279696258608911670</id><published>2009-05-19T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:33:07.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex on Fire!</title><content type='html'>Downloaded the Kings of Leon song "Sex on Fire."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for suggesting it Camille!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song!!  I may have to have the entire album!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8279696258608911670?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8279696258608911670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8279696258608911670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8279696258608911670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8279696258608911670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex-on-fire.html' title='Sex on Fire!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7728945084387801615</id><published>2009-04-20T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:45:05.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a GIRL!</title><content type='html'>Found out Friday that Holly and Jimmy are having a little girl!&lt;br /&gt;Let the pink rain down!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7728945084387801615?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7728945084387801615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7728945084387801615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7728945084387801615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7728945084387801615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a GIRL!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1860548511336771025</id><published>2009-04-16T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:36:42.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog.....</title><content type='html'>Damn!  Been awhile!  But I'm the only one who actually gets on here and blogs to who cares!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Holly's eggo is preggo and tomorrow we find out the sex!  &lt;br /&gt;Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible severe weather tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be weather aware kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1860548511336771025?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1860548511336771025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1860548511336771025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1860548511336771025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1860548511336771025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog.....'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8199850081396724450</id><published>2009-02-11T16:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:19:21.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonny is out of the office today...........</title><content type='html'>!#$$&amp;&amp;()_&amp;^$$#%#&amp;$%&amp;^%UH(*)*&amp;)^(*&amp;*^#&amp;#%^$^$%&amp;^^%*!@$%$^&amp;&amp;^+_()+))(&amp;&amp;$#*()%^#^@*&amp;(%)*(_(_*$&amp;#*^&amp;(*&amp;)))*((^*&amp;%%#@%%*&amp;+()+_)*(()&amp;*(^%*&amp;%^&amp;$%^&amp;$^&amp;%*&amp;^()*&amp;_!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Glad to get that out of my system.  The 3 o'clock hour was a BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8199850081396724450?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8199850081396724450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8199850081396724450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8199850081396724450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8199850081396724450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonny-is-out-of-office-today.html' title='Bonny is out of the office today...........'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-52466370284864994</id><published>2009-01-29T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:17:52.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David Brent - The Office UK</title><content type='html'>Watched The Office UK version. Great series. In case you're not familiar, Ricky Gervais plays David Brent the office manager. In America, it's the character Steve Carrell plays. He sees himself as not only a boss but a motivator and, above all, an entertainer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the office David is let go and sets out to become famous as an entertainer.  He records a song and video, a re-make of "If You Don't Know Me By Now."  This makes me cry with laughter!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUmsx8xhLR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUmsx8xhLR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-52466370284864994?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/52466370284864994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=52466370284864994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/52466370284864994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/52466370284864994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/david-brent-office-uk.html' title='David Brent - The Office UK'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-528735621871340402</id><published>2009-01-27T11:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:59:57.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, ice baby!</title><content type='html'>Closed the office today because of the ice storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me, the critters and the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-528735621871340402?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/528735621871340402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=528735621871340402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/528735621871340402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/528735621871340402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice, ice baby!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8725900311200163714</id><published>2009-01-20T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:38:00.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Asshole!</title><content type='html'>Good-bye Bush, Hello Obama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day this is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8725900311200163714?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8725900311200163714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8725900311200163714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8725900311200163714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8725900311200163714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/adios-asshole.html' title='Adios Asshole!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-5275351003276026188</id><published>2009-01-19T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:23:09.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gervais on "Inside the Actor's Studio"</title><content type='html'>This should be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out a few sneak peaks at Bravo's &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-5275351003276026188?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5275351003276026188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=5275351003276026188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5275351003276026188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/5275351003276026188'/><link 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I was expecting something dark and sinister (which it was) but not all the humor. I laughed out loud several times! Man, Clint Eastwood is gettin' old but he's still got the chops. There was also some great young actors in the film. Very worthy of all the Oscar buzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2069423610191882642?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2069423610191882642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2069423610191882642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2069423610191882642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2069423610191882642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-review-gran-torino.html' title='Movie Review:  &quot;Gran Torino&quot;'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3063085206313772338</id><published>2009-01-15T10:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:05:11.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Songwriters</title><content type='html'>G' morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd post my top 5 songwriters, maybe spark a little debate!  I stuck to "pop" music for this list.  Maybe later down the line we could hit some other genres.  Drumroll please............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;2.  Elton John/Bernie Taupin&lt;br /&gt;3.  Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;4.  John Lennon/Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;5.  Neil Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go.  Thoughts?  Opionions?  Please discuss............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3063085206313772338?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3063085206313772338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3063085206313772338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3063085206313772338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3063085206313772338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/favorite-songwriters.html' title='Favorite Songwriters'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3621038033684028557</id><published>2009-01-14T16:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:52:38.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradford returning to OU!</title><content type='html'>Sam passed up on a chance to play in the NFL for now.  He's coming back to OU for his junior year.  I'll be glad to have him back on the team but I don't think we're going to be very good next year.  We're losing a bunch of seniors.  Guess we'll have to wait and see.  Personally, I don't want to think about OU football for awhile.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3621038033684028557?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3621038033684028557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3621038033684028557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3621038033684028557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3621038033684028557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/bradford-returning-to-ou.html' title='Bradford returning to OU!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1585583355526948707</id><published>2009-01-14T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:55:03.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review:  "Appaloosa"</title><content type='html'>Skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, you'd like to see Renee Zellweger's face looking like a lumpy old baseball glove.  Seriously, I thought it was some sort of joke, like maybe she was a man pretending to be a woman or something.  No joke, she looked like shit.  Like a Botox experiment gone bad.........but they didn't have Botox in the old west did they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1585583355526948707?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1585583355526948707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1585583355526948707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1585583355526948707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1585583355526948707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-review-appaloosa.html' title='Movie Review:  &quot;Appaloosa&quot;'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6942647960904505173</id><published>2009-01-13T15:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:36:45.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SW0JLSlm7FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XQa6Ixp956g/s1600-h/CHELSEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SW0JLSlm7FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XQa6Ixp956g/s320/CHELSEA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290895226802990162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading this one last night!  Love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a lewd, foul mouthed, pirate hooker I think you'll love her, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6942647960904505173?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6942647960904505173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6942647960904505173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6942647960904505173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6942647960904505173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this-bitch.html' title='I love this bitch!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SW0JLSlm7FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XQa6Ixp956g/s72-c/CHELSEA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-4233510523041849018</id><published>2009-01-12T22:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:10:20.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to ROBERT EARL KEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Undone-Musicfest-Tribute-Robert-Earl/dp/B001L5F1UC/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1231822598&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;UNDONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new REK tribute album is out! It was recorded last year in Steamboat at MusicFest. I've listened to some of the tracks on MySpace............sometimes you take for granted just how great his songs are!!! He and the band also do a short live set at the end of the cd. They do a fairly new song called "Goodbye Cleveland." I've heard this one live a couple of times. I think REK said he wrote it with bass player Bill Whitbeck. I'm glad to see it on the album........love the track!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my hands on this one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-4233510523041849018?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4233510523041849018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=4233510523041849018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4233510523041849018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4233510523041849018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute-to-robert-earl-keen.html' title='Tribute to ROBERT EARL KEEN'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6238003824712358268</id><published>2009-01-08T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:36:44.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OU v Florida</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight is the National Championship game in Miami, FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm extremely nervous.  I don't like our chances against Florida, especially since Murray and Gresham are not playing.  Our special teams are not very good although I hear they have been working very hard on special teams for this game.  Plus, we have a shit record recently in bowl games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep the faith and cheer loudly as ever for my beloved Sooners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOOMER SOONER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6238003824712358268?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6238003824712358268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6238003824712358268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6238003824712358268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6238003824712358268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/ou-v-florida.html' title='OU v Florida'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7493070398771800793</id><published>2008-12-29T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:43:17.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Gervais aka "The Chubby Funster"</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your holidays went well. Mine was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after recently watching his HBO stand-up special "Out of England" I'm become a wee bit obsessed with British comedian Ricky Gervais. For those who don't know, he and Steven Merchant created the English version of "The Office" which spawned the American sit-com of the same name. He also had a show on HBO called "Extras." Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;He's a master of deadpan British comedy. You either get it or you don't........much like "The Office." Anyway, I love him! Here's a few clips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from last year's Emmy Awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZp6cR4bxbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZp6cR4bxbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out of England"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZRfa-OjcoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZRfa-OjcoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmPjR_2hdEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmPjR_2hdEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7493070398771800793?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7493070398771800793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7493070398771800793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7493070398771800793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7493070398771800793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/12/ricky-gervais-aka-chubby-funster.html' title='Ricky Gervais aka &quot;The Chubby Funster&quot;'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7690082278414826249</id><published>2008-12-15T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:32:58.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Sam Bradford!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SUaSz7WQL_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gxuqa1Gua2k/s1600-h/sambradford.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069033940496370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SUaSz7WQL_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gxuqa1Gua2k/s320/sambradford.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heisman winner Sam Bradford.  I like the sound of that!  Way to go Sam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought all the candidates were very deserving.  I'm just hoping we can break the Heisman curse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought this was interesting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schools with the most Heisman winners:  Notre Dame - 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                         USC - 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                         Ohio State - 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                         University of Oklahoma - 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and someone needs to tell Billy Sims to shut the hell up!!!!  While watching the broadcast on ESPN Saturday night I didn't notice this because we were all cheering for Sam but they played it back on the Sports Animal this morning and I couldn't believe it!  That idiot yelled out "BOOMER" a total of 11 times after they announced Sam's name!  11 TIMES!!!!  Are you kidding me??!!??  Show a little more class and a little less redneck!  Geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7690082278414826249?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7690082278414826249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7690082278414826249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7690082278414826249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7690082278414826249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/12/congratulations-sam-bradford.html' title='Congratulations Sam Bradford!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SUaSz7WQL_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gxuqa1Gua2k/s72-c/sambradford.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2721383324259968654</id><published>2008-12-07T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:59:37.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OU to play for the National Title!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/STyWz1rp3tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xlQL_PyFHiU/s1600-h/weareoufootball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277258680699051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/STyWz1rp3tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xlQL_PyFHiU/s320/weareoufootball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCS Bowl Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Bowl&lt;br /&gt;December 30 @ 7pm&lt;br /&gt;San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;Oregon vs. Oklahoma State&lt;br /&gt;ESPN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 1 @ 3:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Pasadena, CA&lt;br /&gt;Penn State vs. USC&lt;br /&gt;ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FedEx Orange Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 1 @ 7:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Miami, FL&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Tech vs. Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T Cotton Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 2 @ 1 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;Texas Tech vs. Ole Miss&lt;br /&gt;FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allstate Sugar Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 2 @ 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans, LA&lt;br /&gt;Utah vs. Alabama&lt;br /&gt;FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tostitos Fiesta Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 5 @ 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Glendale, AZ&lt;br /&gt;Texas vs. Ohio State&lt;br /&gt;FOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAC&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 6 @ 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Mobile, AL&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa vs. Ball State&lt;br /&gt;ESPN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FedEx BCS National Championship&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 8 @ 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Miami, FL&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma vs. Florida&lt;br /&gt;FOX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2721383324259968654?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2721383324259968654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2721383324259968654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2721383324259968654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2721383324259968654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/12/ou-to-play-for-national-title.html' title='OU to play for the National Title!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/STyWz1rp3tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xlQL_PyFHiU/s72-c/weareoufootball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8559589690468408955</id><published>2008-12-03T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:12:08.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FU Longhorns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/STbL8U_KvMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4VPYagi5U0o/s1600-h/Longhorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/STbL8U_KvMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4VPYagi5U0o/s320/Longhorns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275628250797358274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8559589690468408955?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8559589690468408955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8559589690468408955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8559589690468408955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8559589690468408955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/12/fu-longhorns.html' title='FU Longhorns.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/STbL8U_KvMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4VPYagi5U0o/s72-c/Longhorns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-4672515849623687078</id><published>2008-11-05T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:48:08.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRHbr27KsKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y8ehpxdJtY8/s1600-h/shayla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRHbr27KsKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y8ehpxdJtY8/s320/shayla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230985897357474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  All I can say is WOW!!  We really did it!  We elected Barack Obama President of the United States!  What a great night!&lt;br /&gt;Not such a great night in Oklahoma.  Republicans took control away from the Dems and Austin Green lost the race for sheriff here in Grady County but nothing can bring me down today!  I am happy beyond words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-4672515849623687078?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4672515849623687078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=4672515849623687078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4672515849623687078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4672515849623687078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-obama.html' title='President Obama!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRHbr27KsKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y8ehpxdJtY8/s72-c/shayla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8786551749927194489</id><published>2008-11-04T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:00:56.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>Today's the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you've gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8786551749927194489?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8786551749927194489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8786551749927194489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8786551749927194489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8786551749927194489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6240505574870124741</id><published>2008-11-03T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:42:58.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of the Election.</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are.......on the eve of the most important election in recent memory.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready for it to all be over with but I can't lie, I'm gonna be crushed if Obama doesn't win. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm fully prepared for Oklahoma to go for McCain. Hell, this state hasn't carried a Democrat presidential candidate since Lyndon Johnson! I just pray that Obama can pick up some of the swing states and stick it to the Republican bastards!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also ready for the fucking emails to stop!!!!! I have not received ONE negative email about McLame but I can't count the number of negative Obama emails I've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;It's a travesty and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of my friends and family members, who know damn good and well where I stand, continuing to send negative "fact sheets" and jokes about MY candidate! I'm disappointed that people I respect and hold in high regard insist on forwarding these stupid fucking emails without even bothering to do a little fact checking and find out if it's true or not!! You know, don't just assume I think the same way you do or that you're going to change my mind with some bullshit, forwarded 5,000 times email!! Vote your VALUES!!!! I do!! And here's a news flash: my values may not be the same as yours! What a concept!!! An independent, free-thinking individual!!!! Imagine that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;People, just go vote tomorrow. I imagine I'll either be drinking in defeat or celebration tomorrow night. Let's just pray it's the latter.&lt;br /&gt;BARACK THE VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6240505574870124741?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6240505574870124741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6240505574870124741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6240505574870124741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6240505574870124741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/eve-of-election.html' title='Eve of the Election.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3548531079131236717</id><published>2008-10-31T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:03:54.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!</title><content type='html'>Enjoy the ending of the best Halloween special of all time: "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9KueTMfswE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9KueTMfswE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3548531079131236717?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3548531079131236717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3548531079131236717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3548531079131236717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3548531079131236717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-6946938279593448810</id><published>2008-10-30T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:28:21.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we've been.......Thunderstruck!!</title><content type='html'>So the NBA finally rolled into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inaugural&lt;/span&gt; season opener of our very own franchise, the Thunder! Jimmy and I signed up for season tickets as soon as the decision was final and the former Seattle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SuperSonics&lt;/span&gt; were officially on their way. Jimmy is on the road with the band right now so he will miss the first several games. I had to twist Sister Shayla's arm and force her to come to the games with me (wink, wink). What an exciting time we had last night! Although the Thunder came out on the losing end (98-87) it was such an experience to see the city come together with such eagerness, excitement, and anticipation for what our fair city is embarking on. Chills ran up and down my spine when the lights went down and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; Thunder entered the Ford Center arena and were introduced to us for the first time. The roar of the crowd made my heart pound! There is just something about that feeling....kind of like when you go to a big concert when the lights go down and you see the artist for the first time. I love it!! I couldn't be more happy about the Thunder being here but Jimmy and I were discussing one evening about how this exactly came to be. Our downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; area has had many improvements for the better over the years and one can't help but realize that this stems from the bombing in 1995 and the increase of tourism due to people visiting the memorial. We got the Ford Center several years ago which has brought in many more big name concerts. When hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in '05, their NBA franchise, the Hornets, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt; displaced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;. If we didn't have the nice Ford Center facility, we may not have got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to host them during their time of need. It was those 2 seasons of having the Hornets that proved to everyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; could and would support a pro-sports team should we ever have the chance to get one. Enter Clay Bennett; fast forward three years, and there Shayla and I are sitting proudly in section 328 and screaming at the top of our lungs for OUR THUNDER!!  We have a pretty awesome community of fans that came out to support the team and hopefully that enthusiasm will continue for years to come.  Now, if we could just get everyone to quit leaving early when they assume the game has been decided!  Stay til the final buzzer, people!  You're not going to get out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bricktown&lt;/span&gt; any sooner by leaving early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-6946938279593448810?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6946938279593448810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=6946938279593448810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6946938279593448810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/6946938279593448810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/weve-beenthunderstruck.html' title='we&apos;ve been.......Thunderstruck!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-3286646165689033000</id><published>2008-10-29T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:44:25.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where my bloggers at?</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-3286646165689033000?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3286646165689033000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=3286646165689033000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3286646165689033000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/3286646165689033000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-my-bloggers-at.html' title='Where my bloggers at?'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8361300384161271738</id><published>2008-10-27T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:58:32.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lying-ass Republican.</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON – Alaska Sen. Ted Stevens was convicted of seven corruption charges Monday in a trial that threatened to end the 40-year career of Alaska's political patriarch in disgrace. The verdict, coming barely a week before Election Day, increased Stevens' difficulty in winning what already was a difficult race against Democratic challenger Mark Begich. Democrats hope to seize the once reliably Republican seat as part of their bid for a filibuster-proof majority in the Senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens, 84, was convicted of all the felony charges he faced of lying about free home renovations and other gifts from a wealthy oil contractor. Jurors began deliberating last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visibly shaken after the verdicts were read — the jury foreman declaring "guilty" seven times — Stevens tried to intertwine his fingers but quickly put his hands down to his side after noticing they were trembling. As he left the courtroom, Stevens got a quick kiss on the cheek from his wife, Catherine, who testified on his behalf during the trial. He declined to talk to reporters waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens faces up to five years in prison on each count when he is sentenced, but under federal guidelines he is likely to receive much less prison time, if any. The judge originally scheduled sentencing for Jan. 26 but then changed his mind and did not immediately set a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monthlong trial revealed that employees for VECO Corp., an oil services company, transformed Stevens' modest mountain cabin into a modern, two-story home with wraparound porches, a sauna and a wine cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senate's longest-serving Republican, Stevens said he had no idea he was getting freebies. He said he paid $160,000 for the project and believed that covered everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had asked for an unusually speedy trial, hoping he'd be exonerated in time to return to Alaska and win re-election. He kept his campaign going and gave no indication that he had a contingency plan in case of conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being a convicted felon, he is not required to drop out of the race or resign from the Senate. If he wins re-election, he can continue to hold his seat because there is no rule barring felons from serving in Congress. The Senate could vote to expel him on a two-thirds vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put this down: That will never happen — ever, OK?" Stevens said in the weeks leading up to his trial. "I am not stepping down. I'm going to run through, and I'm going to win this election."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democrats have invested heavily in the race, running television advertisements starring fictional FBI agents and featuring excerpts from wiretaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stevens' conviction hinged on the testimony of Bill Allen, the senator's longtime drinking and fishing buddy.&lt;/strong&gt; Allen, the founder of VECO, testified that he never billed his friend for the work on the house and that Stevens knew he was getting a special deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens spent three days on the witness stand, vehemently denying that allegation. He said his wife, Catherine, paid every bill they received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Washington, thousands of miles away, made it impossible to monitor the project every day, he said. Stevens relied on Allen to oversee the renovations, he said, and his friend deceived him by not forwarding all the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors used a barrage of witnesses to question how Stevens could have been in the dark about VECO's work on the project. VECO employees testified to seeing Stevens at the house. One left him a company business card. Stevens sent thank you notes to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens' conviction is the highlight of a lengthy FBI investigation into Alaska corruption, but prosecutors noted that it is not the end. Stevens' longtime Republican colleague, Rep. Don Young, remains under investigation for his ties to VECO. Stevens' son, Ben, a former Alaska lawmaker, is also under investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens is a legendary figure in Alaska, where he has wielded political influence since before statehood. His knack for steering billions of dollars in federal money to his home state has drawn praise from his constituents and consternation from budget hawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no immediate word on Stevens' campaign plans. His spokesman, Aaron Saunders, did not immediately return a message seeking comment on whether Stevens would stay in the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Alaska, the Democratic Party issued a statement calling for Stevens to resign immediately. "He knew what he was doing was wrong," the party said. "But he did it anyway and lied to Alaskans about it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens is the sixth senator convicted of criminal charges. The last previous one was Republican David Durenberger of Minnesota, who was indicted in 1993 on charges of conspiring to make fraudulent claims for Senate reimbursement of $3,825 in lodging expenses. He later pleaded guilty to misdemeanor charges and was sentenced to one year of probation and a $1,000 fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jurors left the court without comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said U.S. District Judge Emmet Sullivan: "The jurors have unanimously told me that no one has any desire to speak to any member of the media. They have asked to go home and they are en route home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jurors had been shuttled to and from the proceedings each day by court officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but don't you think if you're convicted of a crime you should have to give up your publically appointed office????  Holy shit!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8361300384161271738?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8361300384161271738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8361300384161271738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8361300384161271738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8361300384161271738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-lying-ass-republican.html' title='Another lying-ass Republican.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2373389262524294226</id><published>2008-10-27T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:48:21.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this world coming to????</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Law enforcement arrested two men in Tennessee who had plans to rob a gun dealer to shoot Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama and "as many non-Caucasians" as possible, an official said on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An official from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives said police found the men in the Jackson, Tennessee area with a number of guns, including a sawed-off shotgun, in their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They wanted to go to a place where they could shoot as many non-Caucasian as they could," the official said, noting that the men first planned to rob a gun dealer. "They also had a plot to assassinate Sen. Obama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama, who would be the first black U.S. president, is leading Republican John McCain in opinion polls ahead of the November 4 election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who thinks racism doesn't exist anymore is a complete fool.  He hasn't even been elected yet and they're already trying to kill him?  What a sad state of affairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2373389262524294226?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2373389262524294226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2373389262524294226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2373389262524294226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2373389262524294226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-this-world-coming-to.html' title='What is this world coming to????'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7125365837047347210</id><published>2008-10-23T17:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:14:06.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough political shit!  Let's laugh at some funny pics!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2ytc4ZcI/AAAAAAAAADY/6RhgevTkW3o/s1600-h/sign6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2ytc4ZcI/AAAAAAAAADY/6RhgevTkW3o/s320/sign6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260475715823363522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2uR-Br-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BQFW_ptLpd0/s1600-h/sign5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2uR-Br-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BQFW_ptLpd0/s320/sign5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260475639726714850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2rS4TXII/AAAAAAAAADI/Ou6LFPD98aE/s1600-h/sign4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2rS4TXII/AAAAAAAAADI/Ou6LFPD98aE/s320/sign4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260475588431535234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2oP7q8dI/AAAAAAAAADA/I3K89ycL4vg/s1600-h/sign3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2oP7q8dI/AAAAAAAAADA/I3K89ycL4vg/s320/sign3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260475536100749778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2VHzbbdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sUCqSJN1mu8/s1600-h/sign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2VHzbbdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sUCqSJN1mu8/s320/sign2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260475207501180370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD1tKOJPzI/AAAAAAAAACw/-eAQbposvfU/s1600-h/sign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD1tKOJPzI/AAAAAAAAACw/-eAQbposvfU/s320/sign1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260474520955338546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7125365837047347210?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7125365837047347210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7125365837047347210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7125365837047347210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7125365837047347210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Enough political shit!  Let&apos;s laugh at some funny pics!!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SQD2ytc4ZcI/AAAAAAAAADY/6RhgevTkW3o/s72-c/sign6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-4508584342224531824</id><published>2008-10-22T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:19:06.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Palin Lose the Election for McLame?</title><content type='html'>From Yahoo News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SP-mSiDybII/AAAAAAAAABQ/z-xvFZCEMco/s1600-h/palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SP-mSiDybII/AAAAAAAAABQ/z-xvFZCEMco/s320/palin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105727102577794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Today Show/NBC News graphic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old conventional political wisdom dictates that vice presidential picks don't change the outcome of a race. When Sarah Palin received larger fanfare than John McCain a month ago, the pundits cautioned, "people vote for President, not for Vice President." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, vice presidential candidates may not win elections, but this year it's looking increasingly likely that Sarah Palin may help lose one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an NBC News/Wall Street Journal poll released last night, the number one concern about McCain was Palin's perceived lack of qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, NBC's Political Director Chuck Todd explained McCain's "Palin problem":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking of Palin, her numbers have plummeted in our poll. For the first time, she has a net-negative fav/unfav rating (38%-47%), the only principal [candidate] to carry that distinction. What's more, 55% think she's unqualified to serve as president if the need arises, which is a troublesome number given McCain's age. (Have worries about McCain's age risen because of Palin? Seems to be the case)."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-4508584342224531824?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4508584342224531824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=4508584342224531824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4508584342224531824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4508584342224531824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/could-palin-lose-election-for-mclame.html' title='Could Palin Lose the Election for McLame?'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SP-mSiDybII/AAAAAAAAABQ/z-xvFZCEMco/s72-c/palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-905687594178891392</id><published>2008-10-22T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:48:41.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Opens Up 10 Point Lead On McSame!</title><content type='html'>From Yahoo News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Democrat Barack Obama has expanded his national lead over Republican John McCain in the presidential race to 10 points, according to a Reuters/C-SPAN/Zogby poll released on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama leads McCain 52 percent to 42 percent among likely U.S. voters in the latest three-day tracking poll, up from an 8-point advantage for Obama on Tuesday. The telephone poll has a margin of error of 2.9 percentage points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the third consecutive day Obama gained ground on McCain as the two begin the final sprint to the November 4 election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obama just keeps growing, he has expanded his lead among almost every major voting group," said pollster John Zogby. "McCain seems to be out of steam for the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10-point lead was the first time Obama's advantage over McCain, an Arizona senator, reached double-digits in the poll. Obama's lead had floated between 2 and 6 points in the more than two weeks of polling until stretching to 8 points on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama made gains with two key swing voting blocs. His advantage with independent voters grew to a whopping 27 points from 15 points and his edge with women voters grew to 16 points from 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obama, an Illinois senator, led among all age groups and in every income group except for the most wealthy voters.&lt;/strong&gt; He now has the support of 21 percent of self-described conservatives -- his best showing with those voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain narrowly trails Obama by 2 percentage points among men and saw his lead among whites drop to 6 points from 9 points, 50 percent to 44 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll, taken Sunday through Tuesday, showed independent Ralph Nader, Green Party candidate Cynthia McKinney and Libertarian Bob Barr each registering 1 percent support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three percent of voters remain undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rolling tracking poll surveyed 1,208 likely voters in the presidential election. In a tracking poll, the most recent day's results are added while the oldest day's results are dropped to monitor changing momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president is determined by who wins the Electoral College, which has 538 members apportioned by population in each state and the District of Columbia. Electoral votes are allotted on a winner-take-all basis in all but two states, which divide them by congressional district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rich bastards aren't going to vote for Obama.........go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Barack!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-905687594178891392?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/905687594178891392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=905687594178891392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/905687594178891392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/905687594178891392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-lead-up-to-10-points.html' title='Obama Opens Up 10 Point Lead On McSame!'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-1774327385882211329</id><published>2008-10-21T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:12:24.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth control anyone??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SP4MiRjDtnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qSHycXsjvHg/s1600-h/dugger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SP4MiRjDtnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qSHycXsjvHg/s320/dugger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259655197780850290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else totally creeped out by the Dugger family???  They have 17 kids with #18 on the way.  And check out their names:  Joshua, Jana &amp; John-David (twins), Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jedidiah &amp; Jeremiah (twins), Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer.  Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Jim Bob.......a condom please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-1774327385882211329?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1774327385882211329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=1774327385882211329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1774327385882211329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/1774327385882211329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/birth-control-anyone.html' title='Birth control anyone??????'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SP4MiRjDtnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qSHycXsjvHg/s72-c/dugger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-971447787822411353</id><published>2008-10-20T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:34:17.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello</title><content type='html'>hello out there.  first, i would like to thank shayla for inviting me to be a part of this blog.  i don't know if i have many interesting opinions, observations, or smart ass remarks, but i will do my best to contribute to what i can only assume will be a very funny and witty piece of work.  i know what i would like to talk about in my first blog post, but it is all jumbled in my head so once i organize my cluster of thoughts, i will share.  i just wanted to take this opportunity to say hello, and that i am excited to be a part of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon:  some thoughts on my struggles with indecision, procrastination, and changing my mind as often as i change my knickers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-971447787822411353?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/971447787822411353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=971447787822411353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/971447787822411353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/971447787822411353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-hello.html' title='well hello'/><author><name>Holly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-4016863944411792676</id><published>2008-10-20T15:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:06:36.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Diamond Concert (10/19/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SPzw-TBx7II/AAAAAAAAAAo/Z50yqerlfnI/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SPzw-TBx7II/AAAAAAAAAAo/Z50yqerlfnI/s320/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259343417912192130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Newsok.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Neil Diamond whipped his Oklahoma City audience into a frenzy Sunday night with a two-hour set of old favorites, new ballads and autobiographical pieces from his more than 30-year career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond needed no opener. Instead, his 14-member band built the opening music into a crescendo on a purple and turquoise-lit stage until the man himself appeared in the spotlight dressed completely in black and holding his black, white and silver guitar. The crowd went wild for the first of many times throughout the night as he shouted “Hello Oklahoma City,” before launching into “Holly Holy.” His voice sounded as deep and smooth as it has since the 1970s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond, 67, spent the evening serenading his long list of ladies of verse, from the aforementioned Holly to the nameless “Kentucky Woman” to “Cherry, Cherry” who’s got the way to move him, to the all-time top crowd favorite “Sweet Caroline.” For the latter, the crowd stayed on its feet, singing along at the top of its collective lungs, dancing wildly and applauding for such an extended period, Diamond treated them to an extra verse, insisting there were several audience members who didn’t sing along the first time through. He saved his store-bought love “Cracklin’ Rosie” for one of three encore songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save for a few small sections, the Ford Center was packed to the rafters with Diamond fans. Diamond took the crowd from high energy to melancholy with songs such as “Love on the Rocks” and “Solitary Man.” He turned to romance for “Play Me,” with an audience member caught in the spotlight acting out the lyrics as Diamond sang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond also turned autobiographical. He asked his audience if they’d mind if he shared his story with them though he’s told it “at least a thousand times before.” Of course, no one minded, so he sang “Brooklyn Roads” while pictures and videos of his childhood and family played out on drop-down screens. He continued his story with “I am I said,” before bringing the crowd back to its feet with “Forever in Blue Jeans.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond sang several songs from his latest album, “Home Before Dark.” The title song shows Diamond’s shift in focus with lyrics that talk about traveling light, needing to be home to sleep and being afraid if he lost his way he wouldn’t be saved before dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond was accompanied by a band he said he’s traveled the world with — three backup singers, four horn players, three guitarists, a congo player, a drummer, a man on synthesizer and another on keyboards. One of his guitarists he said was born and raised in Oklahoma City — Hadley Hockensmith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also spoke directly to his Oklahoma City audience, saying they understood hurt and asking them to give to hurricane relief in the Houston area. He said 100 percent of the proceeds from the night's merchandise sales would go to relief efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy all your Christmas presents," he urged. "I don't care if (your relatives) aren't Neil Diamond fans, stick it to them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there’s a good deal of schmaltz to go around at a Neil Diamond concert — one younger audience member even calling the evening “baby boomer hell,” but one man on the way out the door told his companion he only came for her sake but was leaving impressed. “He’s a true pro,” the man admitted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond sent the crowd home with three encore songs — “Cracklin’ Rosie,” “America” and “Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show.” The latter proved Diamond’s massive appeal. The audience waved their hands in the air and sang along just as if they were touched by the spirit of true revival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my second Neil concert.  My Mom, sister and I went to the 2005 tour in Dallas.  That show was great but our seats weren't too good.  This time we had awesome seats (Sec 106)!  This time we went with Louise, Tracey and Elesha.  Had a blast!!!!  Some may think you're pretty lame for going to a Neil Diamond but that just shows how little they know.  Dude has been around for a LONG time and continues to put out great albums and top notch concert performances!  It was a great night out with family and friends that I'll remember for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-4016863944411792676?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4016863944411792676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=4016863944411792676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4016863944411792676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/4016863944411792676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/neil-diamond-concert-101908.html' title='Neil Diamond Concert (10/19/08)'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SPzw-TBx7II/AAAAAAAAAAo/Z50yqerlfnI/s72-c/diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2956706946116548099</id><published>2008-10-17T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:31:12.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain - Palin Tradition</title><content type='html'>I really thought Hank Jr. had sunk to his lowest level when he whored out "All My Rowdy Friends" to Monday Night Football but this shit takes the cake!  What a douchebag!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S81brjpteDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S81brjpteDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God that is TERRIBLE!!!!!  Jr should just quit writing songs all together.  He's totally lost his touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2956706946116548099?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2956706946116548099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2956706946116548099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2956706946116548099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2956706946116548099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/mccain-palin-tradition.html' title='McCain - Palin Tradition'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-2144593122087571553</id><published>2008-10-17T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:18:33.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd jump his bones.</title><content type='html'>This makes me laugh everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyN-OAHC4TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyN-OAHC4TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-2144593122087571553?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2144593122087571553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=2144593122087571553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2144593122087571553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/2144593122087571553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-makes-me-laugh-everytime-hell-yeah.html' title='I&apos;d jump his bones.'/><author><name>RedDirtShayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520086844997226044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6gslqNko8/SRmv6MMQiVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TUiNrMyuY9o/S220/reknme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-8365423492153246383</id><published>2008-10-16T19:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:35:29.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh? What, you mean now?</title><content type='html'>I didn't really get far enough to actually think of the first real entry. I'll sleep on it and get back to ya.&lt;br /&gt;T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-8365423492153246383?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8365423492153246383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=8365423492153246383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8365423492153246383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/8365423492153246383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-what-you-mean-now.html' title='Oh? What, you mean now?'/><author><name>Tlynn4020</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02858384619148921010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVHP-klXJsw/TuAjewosT1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/iLwXei-2eRU/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648489757072700135.post-7449992362013040050</id><published>2008-10-16T18:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:47:40.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POP THE CHERRY!!!</title><content type='html'>This is my 1st blog ever! So I guess I'm shedding my blogging virginity. Funny, I'm more nervous about this than the actual "first time". I suppose it's because (i hope to god) no one else would ever see or critique my performance of  that "first time".  I'm fairly comfortable with the fact that no one could possibly have Internet video of my very first 12 minutes of heaven. That was back in the mid-eighties when cell phones were the size of small suitcases. They certainly didn't have cameras. If someone was holding a Polaroid up to the window of that sweet, sweet El Camino of love snapping off shots, good luck! Those windows were foggy.  Ahh memories! Anyway, I'm very excited about this little endeavor with my good friend Shay-Shay. I'm sure we may have some embarrassing stories to share, possibly some advice that may help you lead a fuller life, or just some dumb-ass stuff to say that may make you laugh. So, please to enjoy....Opinions,Observations and Other Smart-Ass Remarks!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;Tlynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648489757072700135-7449992362013040050?l=smartasswomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7449992362013040050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4648489757072700135&amp;postID=7449992362013040050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7449992362013040050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648489757072700135/posts/default/7449992362013040050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartasswomen.blogspot.com/2008/10/pop-cherry.html' title='POP THE CHERRY!!!'/><author><name>Tlynn4020</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02858384619148921010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVHP-klXJsw/TuAjewosT1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/iLwXei-2eRU/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
