<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>The Bill and Connie Blog</title><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/home.aspx</link><description>This is where Bill, Connie and Traffic Trey dump all their thoughts while not on the air.  Peek inside their brains!  PEEK!</description><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2012, KLCA-FM</copyright><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 11:13:33 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 19:03:25 GMT</lastBuildDate><ttl>1</ttl><generator>http://emmisinteractive.com</generator><item><title>My Name is Connie and my child is a biter.</title><description>To me, Story is the sweetest 2-year-old on the planet. Her precious smile, infectious laugh and bright eyes seem so innocent. She could never be a biter. WRONG!! She not only bites, she scratches!! WHAT!? Not my child...well, thats what I thought. Until this week when she had, not one, but two, write-ups at school. It was kinda like a "real" girl fight. Another little girl was playing with a toy that Story wanted, so Story scratched the other little girl because she wanted the toy. The little girl reacted, like many girls do when a girl fight starts, she scratched back. That's when Story ended the battle by pulling a Mike Tyson and biting her finger.
My husband, Big B, texted me the news when he picked her up from school. I couldn't believe it, she's only there for 4 hours and she got 2 write ups? What was ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10360888</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10360888</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 19:03:25 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Can I do it? Can I stick with a New Years Resolution? Here's to trying!!</title><description>I am not a New Years Resolution person. I just think you should be able to make a change anytime; you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t need a NEW YEAR to start something you really want. But at the same time, I understand it. New Year, new start, new you!!
This year I decided to test myself. I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t make a resolution but I would make a change. That change was to end any unnecessary drama in my life. If something was stressing me out, the plan was, to get rid of it.&amp;nbsp; What surprised me was what was causing the stress.&amp;nbsp; It was Facebook.!! How did I figure this out? Well, I started by evaluating how I felt after seeing certain Facebook posts.
Most posts, I want to say 80% to 85%, were fine. People would post about their kids, their new jobs, exciting things at home, good things that were happening to ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10336920</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10336920</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 20:39:59 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Surprise? What's that?!</title><description>I&amp;rsquo;m not good with surprises. Wait, let me rephrase that. I&amp;rsquo;m not good with KEEPING a surprise. I love to surprise people and I LOVE to BE surprised.&amp;nbsp; My hubby, Big B, he is the surprise master. I never know what he might do for me for my birthday, our anniversary or even Christmas. I may give him my Christmas wish list but he always gets me something I&amp;rsquo;m totally surprised by!!
&amp;nbsp;I was not born with that skill. You see I get WAY too excited for the surprise. Take for example Christmas&amp;hellip;I will listen all year long to what Big B or the kid&amp;rsquo;s want. I make my list. I check it twice. I do my research and find whatever it is they want at the best price. That part is what I really like, the challenge of finding it at a great price. But once the gift is ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10324185</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10324185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 15:28:50 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Marriage is for REAL! Not for REALITY TV.</title><description>Oh. To never have a care in the world? Remember those days? Ok, you always have cares. But remember when it felt like, whatever you did, didn&amp;rsquo;t have consequences. I did what I wanted, said what I wanted, I thought I knew everything and would always be open minded and never let the &amp;ldquo;man&amp;rdquo; get me down.&amp;nbsp;
Well, now I&amp;rsquo;m a parent. The most difficult job on the planet with the most incredible rewards!! I love being a mom. But what I don&amp;rsquo;t always &amp;ldquo;love&amp;rdquo; is that I have to totally practice what I preach!! I have to always be aware that I&amp;rsquo;m the example. I&amp;rsquo;m the one that needs to show my kids, to the best of my abilities, that it&amp;rsquo;s important to be true to who you are. Stick to your word. Stand behind your morals. Maybe that&amp;rsquo;s why I&amp;rsquo;m upset about this Kim Kardashian&amp;rsquo;s 72 day marriage. ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10309028</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10309028</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 20:09:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Why I love Makeup?</title><description></description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10302202</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10302202</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 16:42:49 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>It's a pacifier...so suck it!!</title><description>Help!! It&amp;rsquo;s binky break-up time and I&amp;rsquo;m scared. Story is 19 months old and she still has a binky. I&amp;rsquo;ve ready article after article about when to take it away. Some say &amp;ldquo;As soon as possible&amp;rdquo; others say &amp;ldquo;At age 2 its time to pull the plug&amp;rdquo; while others say I&amp;rsquo;m the devil for even letting her have a pacifier. Who&amp;rsquo;s right? I really don&amp;rsquo;t know. But what I do know is I don&amp;rsquo;t want unsolicited advice! If I don&amp;rsquo;t know you please just walk on by, I don&amp;rsquo;t need your words of encouragement or your snide remarks. Guess what?! She&amp;rsquo;s my baby!!
Of course, I don&amp;rsquo;t want her to be sucking on a binky when she heads into kindergarten!! But she is only 19 months!! I&amp;rsquo;ve got a ways to go before school starts.&amp;nbsp; I actually got into an argument with one lady in the Steinmart! She was shocked ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10299533</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10299533</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 19:46:28 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Being original. It's just not original anymore. </title><description>Originality. I use to strive to be original. I wanted to be different. I promised myself I&amp;rsquo;d always be that way. But lately I&amp;rsquo;ve begun to wonder, has it become original to be un-original? I think so. I see it everyday. From the big box stores to the clothes kids wear, no one tries to be different. I often wonder if we&amp;rsquo;ve become a nation of spoon fed individuals. Just shovel it in, whatever it is, we&amp;rsquo;ll take it in and we&amp;rsquo;ll like it!&amp;nbsp;
Where oh where are you originality? When I was a teenager I lived to be original. I wanted to make people do a double take. Whether it was my black and white knee-high peace socks or my ankh necklace. I never shopped at a mall in a &amp;ldquo;regular&amp;rdquo; store. I was at Retro Viva on Pike Street in Seattle picking out anything that was black and ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10288935</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10288935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 18:06:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Are you really THAT stupid?</title><description>Maybe I&amp;rsquo;m crazy. But if you PLAY stupid, I think it&amp;rsquo;s worse then when you really are stupid. I know exactly when someone is playing stupid. I see it a lot when people are trying to get their own way. They break the rules by PRETENDING they don&amp;rsquo;t know the rules, just so they can get what they want. Often my dilemma is whether or not to call out the person for PLAYING stupid.
Case in point. I was shopping the other night at the Big W. (Maybe that was my first mistake) I had 3 items in my basket. I was standing in line at the self-check area. For those of you that don&amp;rsquo;t go to the Big W (your smart) let me explain how the set up is. You have 2 lanes with 3 self-check stands. The way I have always seen it done is that you stand ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10275792</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10275792</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 17:44:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Life lessons from Mom pay off!</title><description>When I was a kid I never wanted to admit my parents were right. And forget every admitting that I learned anything from them&amp;hellip;NO WAY! But now that I am an adult I realize more and more everyday just how smart they were. Especially when it comes to the little things.
Yesterday I went to traffic court. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t looking forward to it but as I was getting dressed that morning in my freshly dry cleaned pants, I started thinking about the little things my mother had taught me.
1. Always take pride in the way you look, it sends a positive message. How right you were, Mom!! I just knew that if I dressed respectably I would be sending a message to the judge that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t a bad person, I was just a person who put the foot on the gas too much.
2.&amp;nbsp; Always tell the truth, ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10268196</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10268196</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 20:13:19 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>No Famous Love Connections Here</title><description>Joe Jonas came by the studio yesterday. Late. Both Trey and I waited. Waited until Bill told us to not worry about it as he wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure when Joe was going to show up. As I raced to grab my purse and head home I started thinking about when I was a kid. Had that been Michael Jackson, I would have waited for eternity!!&amp;nbsp; I was so in love with Michael Jackson!
It&amp;rsquo;s not something I&amp;rsquo;m proud to speak of, today. But it&amp;rsquo;s the truth! I though Michael Jackson was the sexiest, most incredible, most talented person EVER! I wanted to marry him, have nine children with him (because he came from a family of 9 siblings, of course) I wanted to be Brooke Shields. She was the luckiest girl on the planet!! Oh, what I would have done to meet Michael! ANYTHING!&amp;nbsp;
I would have waited for hours in ...</description><link>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10261481</link><author>conniewray965@yahoo.com (Connie Wray)</author><guid>http://www.alice965.com/bcblog/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10261481</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 17:57:41 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

