<?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-2029383540628280573</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:09:45.777-07:00</updated><category term='Jobs'/><category term='9/11/2001'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-7157581711752064998</id><published>2008-01-21T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:22:32.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>JUST WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?</title><content type='html'>OK.....SO YOU CAN SAY THAT I AM ANGRY.  WHO IN THE WORLD DOES SHE THINK SHE IS ANYWAY?  MY COUSIN AND I DISCUSSED HER WATCHING MY KIDS ON VALENTINE'S DAY SO SCOTT AND I CAN ENJOY A NIGHT OUT. IT IS NOT LIKE I ASK ANYONE TO WATCH THE BOYS FOR ME ON A REGULAR BASIS. I JUST WANT ONE NIGHT TO ENJOY TIME WITH MY HUSBAND. IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK?  WHERE DOES MY SISTER GET OFF ASKING IF I AM GOING TO PAY HER FOR WATCHING THE BOYS? THAT IS BETWEEN MY COUSIN AND MYSELF, FRANKLY IT IS NONE OF HER (MY SISTER'S)BUSINESS. THEN TO SAY THAT I MIGHT USE HER AND TO BE CAREFUL...WHAT THE &lt;a href="mailto:F@@K"&gt;F@@K&lt;/a&gt;? WHERE DOS MY SISTER GET OFF CRITICIZING MY LIFE? I MEAN THINK ABOUT THIS FOR ONE SECOND IF YOU WILL.... SHE IS 30 YEARS OLD, MOVED OUT OF MOMS HOUSE AND INTO HER MOTHER IN LAWS HOUSE, EARNED A COLLEGE DEGREE, BUT WORKS IN A GROCERY STORE. WHAT RIGHT DOES SHE HAVE TO JUDGE ME AND MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW MY LIFE IS NOT PERFECT AND I HAVE MADE SOME MISTAKES, BUT WHO HASN'T. YES, I SHOULD HAVE FINISHED SCHOOL, BUT WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED FAR OUT WEIGHS THE THINGS I SHOULD HAVE DONE.  I AM 32 YEARS OLD AND HAVE PUT 10 YEARS INTO A COMPANY. WHEN I LEFT THAT COMPANY I WALKED AWAY WITH OVER 28,000 IN MY 401K WHICH I ROLLED INTO AN IRA. I HAVE A PENSION, SO ONCE I REACH RETIREMENT AGE THEY HAVE TO GIVE ME MONEY EACH MONTH. (IF THE COMPANY STILL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EXISTS&lt;/span&gt; THEN) I HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 9 YEARS AND AM RAISING 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TERRIFIC&lt;/span&gt; KIDS. YES, I AM STRUGGLING, BUT I WOULD RATHER STRUGGLE KNOWING THAT WHAT I HAVE I WORKED HARD FOR,THAN CRITICIZE THE REST OF THE WORLD FOR THE THINGS THAT THEY HAVE AND I DON'T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-7157581711752064998?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7157581711752064998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=7157581711752064998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/7157581711752064998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/7157581711752064998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-who-does-she-think-she-is.html' title='JUST WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-9169447028566964069</id><published>2008-01-18T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:49:02.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>OK SO IT HAS BEEN A WHILE.......LONG WHILE</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, it has been a while since I have blogged. How sad...Yes I know:(   Anyway, I am going to try really hard to blog a little more this year. Things  in my life are a little crazy, but I will l try and keep everyone up to date on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN: Till next time when we shall meet on the veranda for cocktails :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-9169447028566964069?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9169447028566964069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=9169447028566964069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/9169447028566964069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/9169447028566964069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-so-it-has-been-whilelong-while.html' title='OK SO IT HAS BEEN A WHILE.......LONG WHILE'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-1927152834915024546</id><published>2007-11-03T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T09:59:09.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Why does it matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just want to know why my weight is such a big issue for him? I mean it is not like I was 100 lbs when we met.  I was 162 when I got pregnant with Aaron, which was within 4-6 weeks of us getting together. I have had 3 kids and weigh around 167-170 depending on the day. He tells me outright that I am overweight and borderline obese. The bible says that the tongue is mightier than the sword, well, I never realized it until now.  He really hurts my feelings and makes em feel bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am 5'2" tall and yes, I know I have put on a little weight, but give me a break already. I can tell you exactly what the problem is....if it is not fun I don't want to do it! I need motivational support, not a mental bashing.  I am tired of feeling this way and am on the verge of cracking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The really sad part is that I love him enough to keep taking the bashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I haven't really discussed this issue with too many people, but I need to vent before I do explode. I don't want to break up my family. Things are hard enough in life for kids these days without adding a broken home to the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just don't know how much more I can really take. It seems like each day it just breaks me down a little more. (on the days that we "discuss" the issue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am trying really hard to stay positive and not let my boys see the hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-1927152834915024546?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1927152834915024546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=1927152834915024546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/1927152834915024546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/1927152834915024546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-does-it-matter.html' title='Why does it matter?'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-4805856935405941566</id><published>2007-10-27T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:03:43.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I WON!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last night we went to the Fall Festival that the kids school. The kids always have a good time. This year however, we won one of the raffle baskets!  I could not believe it, I was so excited. In the basket was 33 various movies, (not just movies from the 1.00 bins at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart, Target or the Dollar Store) 50 bags of popcorn, 25 different boxes of movie theater candy, 2 movie tickets, some fall decorations, a box of hot chocolate, 3 boxes of cracker jacks and other things, too many lists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-4805856935405941566?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4805856935405941566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=4805856935405941566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/4805856935405941566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/4805856935405941566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-won.html' title='I WON!!'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-1959881646805351908</id><published>2007-10-15T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:54:09.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As of last Thursday at 1:00 PM I have been on vacation.  We left around 8:00 PM and headed north toward Ohio.  We arrived safely around 10:30 AM Friday morning. It was a very long drive. Actually, I drove for a short time on this trip, which has never happened in the past. :)  He usually does all the driving, but he could barely keep his eyes open, so I drove for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We spent most of Friday sleeping. :(   Saturday, we went to the Enon Apple Butter Festival. I enjoy the food at this festival, they have a booth that serves the best pork chop sandwich around. We get one every year :)  I called my best friend and let her know I was in town, but told her I did not want her to feel obligated to come and visit. She comes from Indiana every year to see me, but with the kids and sports and boys scouts, girl scouts and all the other activities, I know she is busy.  She called me later that night and said they would see me in a few hours....how cool is that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday we all went to the Waynesville Sauerkraut Festival. Yummy... pork, kraut and mashed potatoes.  It was alot of fun! Afterwards we went on a hayride with the kids, we do this every year when she comes. It is always so much fun. I am glad she was able to enjoy the festival with me this year, it really is my favorite one . :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was a day of recovery. Everyone was so pooped from all the walking we did all weekend. Stephanie, Bill and Trent went home and my family just kind of hung out around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can't wait to see what the rest of the week will bring :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-1959881646805351908?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1959881646805351908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=1959881646805351908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/1959881646805351908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/1959881646805351908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-7867739990522169299</id><published>2007-10-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:05:24.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Regions Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, today I took the teller test for Regions Bank. I hope I passed the test. Now it is just wait and see what happens next.  At least most of the questions were some how related to banking.  I am a little nervous though, I can't do math that fast and they only give you like 40 seconds to answer each question in the math section.  They had one section that was fairly easy at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;. It was kind of like matching. Basically you just had to make sure the numbers matched exactly and determine how many pairs did not. They started with 17 seconds to answer, then  after a few questions you had 15 seconds, a few more and you had 13 seconds. This went on until you had to answer the questions in 5 seconds or less. I think I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess all I can do is wait for the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-7867739990522169299?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7867739990522169299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=7867739990522169299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/7867739990522169299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/7867739990522169299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/regions-bank.html' title='Regions Bank'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-2571278947012931935</id><published>2007-09-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:10:48.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I haven't written any thing in a while, so I figured today was a good day to update everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Things have been a little crazy, between working, helping with homework, taking care of sick children and maintaining a somewhat normal household, I am just worn out! WHEW!  I have picked up extra hours a work, so shuffling the vehicle around has been a little nuts too. Anyway, things have calmed down a little. I finished cleaning my house, Scott is gone for the day and the boys are off playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am taking my teller test for Regions Bank on Monday. I am a little nervous because like the rest of them, it is pass or fail. I hate those profiling tests, but it is part of the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We are still trying to pull off our annual trip to Ohio, but I don't know if that is going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I will let everyone know if we manage to pull off the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;For now I will leave you with this thought for the day........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Live your life like today is your last day on Earth,  for no one really knows if they will be around to see tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-2571278947012931935?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2571278947012931935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=2571278947012931935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/2571278947012931935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/2571278947012931935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-5248283440001040275</id><published>2007-09-25T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:32:40.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Does anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;besides&lt;/span&gt; me really dislike their neighbors?  They are REALLY just ignorant people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; for starters, anyone who knows me knows that I was not thrilled with the idea of selling them our truck.  Not only have they totally destroyed it, but they are behind on making the payments. I am over it! I think we should just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;repo&lt;/span&gt; the truck, take it to the junkyard and cut our losses. Scott has regrets from helping them also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He, the neighbor, has not worked in a few months. His wife is lazy and does nothing, while their daughter, constantly comes over and asks "Can I eat over?" I feel bad saying no, because I know she must not be eating at home, but she is not my daughter and I have three children of my own to feed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe I should not be venting, but I am so tired of helping those who don't want to help themselves! I hope I am not sounding like an uncaring bitch, but lets face it..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They have 3 children, no jobs, they go to the church every week for food, they have money for gas to drive who knows where, but can't pay me for the truck, the electric and water are constantly being shut off, yet they have cellphones (yes, that is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;!) Her 16 year old brother lives with them, yet her mom, who lives right around the corner, collects child support on him.  I am over the crap and if that make me a bitch, then I claim the title! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-5248283440001040275?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5248283440001040275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=5248283440001040275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/5248283440001040275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/5248283440001040275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-4330426498268254654</id><published>2007-09-22T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:48:58.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Regions Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, Regions Banks had an open house at their new location in New Port Richey. I actually found out about it on one of my job searches. They were doing on the spot interviews, so I decided to check it out.  The event ran from 10am to 1pm. I was there by 10:10 and did not get interviewed until 11:15. There were just so many people there, it was like one big block party. Anyway, I have to call and set up the appointment to take the teller assessment test. I already knew this, but figured what the heck, why not go and at least talk to someone face to face. I will let everyone know how things progress. I only know at this point that it is a pass /fail test, just like the rest of them.  I hate those profiling tests because they don't get to know who you are, as a person, based on the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-4330426498268254654?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4330426498268254654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=4330426498268254654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/4330426498268254654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/4330426498268254654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/regions-bank.html' title='Regions Bank'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-853025603331692101</id><published>2007-09-19T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:40:27.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Work Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OK, so I said I would give an update on the Fall decorations for the bathrooms at work. Here it goes:   I went to work last night for midnight and scrubbed the bathroom from ceiling to floor with ammonia. I think I was high most of the night from the chemicals. The bathrooms were NASTY!!!! The water turned almost black before I was half way done with one bathroom. Anyway, I managed to scrub them both down and be done by 3am. I could not decorate though until almost 4am. My manager never bought nails :(   I sent her to the store after she came in at 330. Once I finally decorated and they were finished they looked great. (well, at least for a 7-11 restroom) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-853025603331692101?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/853025603331692101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=853025603331692101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/853025603331692101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/853025603331692101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-update.html' title='Work Update'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-4668837131777276667</id><published>2007-09-18T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T07:40:06.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Aaron's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday was my oldest son's birthday. It is hard to believe that he is 9 already. It seems like just yesterday I was bringing him home from the hospital.  He is getting so big , so fast. Time seems to be just slipping away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-4668837131777276667?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4668837131777276667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=4668837131777276667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/4668837131777276667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/4668837131777276667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/aarons-birthday.html' title='Aaron&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-5961221701996996899</id><published>2007-09-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:25:41.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11/2001'/><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I love to write, however, I can really only write when something or someone truly inspires me. That does not mean I can't write when I am not inspired, it just takes longer to find the right words. Anyway, on September 10th, there was a documentary on the History Channel about "The Falling Man"  Most of you reading this should remember the image from any September 12, 2001 newspaper. This is an image the caused great controversy, so much that it was never printed again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This documentary was the inspiration for the poem you are about to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The Falling Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falling man&lt;br /&gt;Who can he be?&lt;br /&gt;No one knows with certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His photo appeared in papers around&lt;br /&gt;The stunning image made the world see&lt;br /&gt;The dynamics of this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those above the impact zone&lt;br /&gt;Knew almost certain&lt;br /&gt;They would not be going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good-bye to those they hold close&lt;br /&gt;Holding back tears and choking on smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many decided they would not wait&lt;br /&gt;For they already knew their own fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100, 200 maybe more&lt;br /&gt;Plunged to their death on the concrete floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to talk about these numbers&lt;br /&gt;They are only known as the tower jumpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people were real&lt;br /&gt;With families and friends&lt;br /&gt;No one should have to face such a tragic end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The falling man image&lt;br /&gt;Made the world see&lt;br /&gt;The dynamics of this tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this to all those who died that tragic day September 11th, 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-5961221701996996899?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5961221701996996899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=5961221701996996899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/5961221701996996899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/5961221701996996899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-2359684335251630113</id><published>2007-09-15T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:27:10.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OK, so things did not get any better today. :(  I would rather not go into too much detail, but what I will say is 'HE' is a poop head! I am very upset with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On a better note..... I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and it was YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-2359684335251630113?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2359684335251630113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=2359684335251630113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/2359684335251630113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/2359684335251630113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-5539399384499625671</id><published>2007-09-15T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T05:45:28.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>IT has to get better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It is 840 AM and my day has just begun, but not in a good way...... my children were being pests and my coffee maker went crazy. Imagine having to clean up a whole pot of fresh brewed coffee off the counter and ground before you ever actually get to drink a cup. :(  I hope the day gets better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-5539399384499625671?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5539399384499625671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=5539399384499625671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/5539399384499625671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/5539399384499625671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-has-to-get-better.html' title='IT has to get better'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-7136129588349511032</id><published>2007-09-14T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:00:28.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today was just like any other day at work, or so I thought. Usually, I work my 3 stinking hours (5am-8am) and go home. Today, I was assigned a project!  I get to decorate for FALL!  I love the fall season and all the colors it brings. Anyway, I worked my normal hours and then got to go shopping with my boss. We bought a couple of scarecrows, cornucopias and fall foliage. We still need to get more foliage and a couple of trees. I am going to staple some fall leaves to the tree leaves so it looks like they are changing colors for the season. I can't wait to see how it turns out! I am going to work on it Tuesday night into Wednesday morning (12 midnight-8am) Apparently we have visitors coming sometime on Wednesday and she wants it to look its best when they arrive. I will let you know how it turns out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-7136129588349511032?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7136129588349511032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=7136129588349511032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/7136129588349511032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/7136129588349511032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-1513800604343838854</id><published>2007-09-13T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:31:14.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today I finally got around to doing something I should have done years ago........I set my boys up with savings accounts. It was a simple process, I just never got around to doing it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, they are all set up and now they can put any money they receive into an account and watch it grow. Of course I will allow them a little to spend on candy and toys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2029383540628280573-1513800604343838854?l=brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1513800604343838854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2029383540628280573&amp;postID=1513800604343838854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/1513800604343838854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2029383540628280573/posts/default/1513800604343838854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandibarnhouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/savings.html' title='Savings'/><author><name>Brandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618233929371854610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029383540628280573.post-5843271698467216002</id><published>2007-09-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:25:55.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Banking Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let me first start by saying, I am new at blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;With that being said, let me start by talking about Banking Jobs. Anyone who knows me, knows I have been trying to find a better job. I started looking into the Banking Industry. I have applied at Bank Of America, Washington Mutual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suntrust&lt;/span&gt; and Colonial, just to name a few. Of the banks  mentioned, only two of them have called me, Bank Of America and Colonial.  Now, I passed the assessment test, went on the initial interview, followed by a second interview with Bank Of America. This whole process has taken over 2 months now and no one has even given my the courtesy of a phone call to say yes, you are hired or no you are not hired. This too me is CRAZY! The banks do not want us to waste THEIR time, but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for them to waste ours. (It is almost like they think that their time is more valuable )  I think once you reach the second interview, with the Branch Manager, they should have the power to say yes or no right then and there.....NO MORE WASTED TIME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As for Colonial, they called over a week ago and set up the phone interview for  9/11/07 at 10am and no one ever called me. I had other things to do, but was at home waiting for them to call. I called them and spoke with someone who was very apologetic and rescheduled the interview for today 9/13/07 at 10am. It was 10:10 when they called me. The woman I spoke to was very nice. We chatted for a few moments and then was asked to take the assessment test and call her back when I was finished&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I called her back only to find out I FAILED! So I asked how exactly do you fail a test that is asking basically your option of yourself and what others think of you? There should be no right or wrong answers. Basically what she said is they are looking for a certain profile and I am not it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How is it that a person can pass an assessment test for one bank and not another when the questions are almost always the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was at my bank the other day opening an account, now she has been a teller for a lot of years, and she told me she failed the assessment test for another bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The whole system is crazy..... if a teller from one bank can not pass an assessment test for another bank when she already has a teller job there is a problem with the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For now, I guess I will just continue with my job search and hope for the best.  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