<?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-501061238844450447</id><updated>2011-11-19T18:11:18.883-08:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='distraught'/><category term='illness'/><category term='pjanoo'/><category term='ex-factor'/><category term='venting'/><category term='finance'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Ugh'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='seal'/><category term='granparents'/><category term='nose nugget fairy'/><category term='twins'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='love life'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='f*cked up'/><category 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term='nightmares'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='calabria'/><category term='wholphin'/><category term='update'/><category term='happy mother&apos;s day'/><category term='Kid Cudi'/><category term='car'/><category term='south park'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='children'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='stress'/><category term='budget'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='conspiracy'/><category term='no nose nuggets'/><category term='random'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='music'/><category term='single'/><category term='questionnaire'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='romantic movies'/><category term='German Steel'/><category term='parent&apos;s nightmare'/><category term='jill scott'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='food'/><category term='new roof'/><category term='lauryn hill'/><category term='Poopy-time Fun Shapes'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='married'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='men'/><category term='too much drama'/><category term='STBD'/><category term='debt'/><category term='burn'/><category term='pre-school'/><category term='feeling better'/><category term='too much debt'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>No Nose Nuggets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>newer</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5009759840964425726</id><published>2011-11-19T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:11:18.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Next</title><content type='html'>I woke up and finally realized that I'll probably never be happy. Too many wrong choices made in my life and too late to change them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll probably do now what many generations before me have figured out before I get put out to pasture. Be happy in my mundane-esque life and hope I teach kids not to make the same mistakes I've done. Indeed life can certainly end at 30. I hope and pray that they make all the right decisions so that they can always be happy and enjoy a beautiful and wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's what every parent hopes for :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-5009759840964425726?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5009759840964425726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/11/generation-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5009759840964425726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5009759840964425726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/11/generation-next.html' title='Generation Next'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-6040553160554158979</id><published>2011-08-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:52:41.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><title type='text'>30 :/</title><content type='html'>I'm 30 today. . .sh*t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tBWFofJSm-c" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll make the best of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll try to at least D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6040553160554158979?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6040553160554158979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/08/30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6040553160554158979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6040553160554158979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/08/30.html' title='30 :/'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/tBWFofJSm-c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-9141813720254152772</id><published>2011-05-08T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T07:04:32.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy mother&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!! I think I've posted it before but meh. . .great song :) Lots of love to the hard-working &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; mommies out there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tap90z44WR8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-9141813720254152772?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/9141813720254152772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/9141813720254152772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/9141813720254152772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/tap90z44WR8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-203444426036377056</id><published>2011-04-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:22:04.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DandH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Cause I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man</title><content type='html'>Obviously, everyone knows that songs remind you of things. Sometimes bad and sometimes good. I'm not trying to be introspective. . .just remembering a happier time for myself. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pa14VNsdSYM" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-203444426036377056?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/203444426036377056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/04/cause-im-only-one-who-understands-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/203444426036377056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/203444426036377056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/04/cause-im-only-one-who-understands-how.html' title='Cause I&apos;m the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/pa14VNsdSYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-7136140395799393274</id><published>2011-03-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:28:46.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f*cked up'/><title type='text'>When you wake up it's a new morning. . .</title><content type='html'>Like this drudgery will never end. So much stuff is just. . .gosh, I don't know. Putting the pieces together but then more stuff keeps cropping up. I believe in some cases I deserve since I should know better by now o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QF5dtePX5Jk" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7136140395799393274?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7136140395799393274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-wake-up-its-new-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7136140395799393274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7136140395799393274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-wake-up-its-new-morning.html' title='When you wake up it&apos;s a new morning. . .'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/QF5dtePX5Jk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-1929934457290108457</id><published>2011-03-11T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:57:22.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DandH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German Steel'/><title type='text'>Forever Man. . .</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my love life is a horrid thing. . .I know.&amp;nbsp; I just find these men who are absolutely perfect yet flawed on some level. Dark and Handsome vs. German Steel. I just don't know. Nothing with German Steel of course, since I only deal with Dark and Handsome. . .despite everything, I'm apparently a faithful person.&amp;nbsp; What should I do?&amp;nbsp; I find men a little too easy to please nowadays. . .very little required on my end of the deal.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't matter anyways since I'm perpetually single to begin with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1piwXWLN5DQ" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1929934457290108457?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1929934457290108457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1929934457290108457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1929934457290108457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-man.html' title='Forever Man. . .'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/1piwXWLN5DQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5988924812039256731</id><published>2011-03-06T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:52:01.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DandH'/><title type='text'>Embrace the suck!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm pretty lonely but that's nothing new. Missing a dude back in t-dot who I won't get to see when I visit anyways *sads*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should probably get used to being alone. . .seems to be a constant state for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7OxTVxGhHFM" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-5988924812039256731?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5988924812039256731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/03/embrace-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5988924812039256731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5988924812039256731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/03/embrace-suck.html' title='Embrace the suck!'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/7OxTVxGhHFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6332417790451123796</id><published>2011-02-28T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:53:44.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Good Vibrations :)</title><content type='html'>Opposite George told me the best revenge is living well. So true. She told me about how her ex emailed her &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;! Shucks, it's only been 4 years since they broke up and he cheated and got another girl pregnant (a white girl no less!(although I never say anything about that part XD))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I have my ups and downs. The hardest of course is dealing with the twins and just not really knowing how to explain d-bag not calling them or seeing them. The fact that he still commits all kinds of f*ckery is beyond me. I just don't get what kind of battle he's fighting. Is he keeping score or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Bag: 5 Me: 7 Our Kids: -1,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still pisses me off. I am willing to leave all my family and friends and literally start my life over in order to provide and he's just. . .I dunno. . .I can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is. . .I know there are good men out there. I talk to and interact with them on a daily basis (German Steel, D&amp;amp;H). I just feel insanely ashamed that I picked one of the absolute worse among them. It's downright embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, day by day. . .I get a little of what I lost back. I build my confidence and my life which I felt I had lost for so many years. And it's true. . .to be a good parent; you &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; need to be happy and take care of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about how Thing 1 and Thing 2 will turn out. They are very sensitive children. I hope and pray (shoot, I attend mass twice a week!) that everything will be okay. Not even great or anything. . .just at the very least. . .okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TCeD_6Y3GQc" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6332417790451123796?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6332417790451123796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-vibrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6332417790451123796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6332417790451123796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-vibrations.html' title='Good Vibrations :)'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/TCeD_6Y3GQc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5547002944931542675</id><published>2011-02-07T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:21:13.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraught'/><title type='text'>*Hangs head in shame*</title><content type='html'>Shucks, even after everything I've been through with him. . .you would *think* things would be an open and shut case. Even in his darkest hour. . .I just love him. Good thing I've never told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yup, hardcore d*ckmatized o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xv29j4TQc10" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note saw the ex for lunch. . .it was weird - HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-5547002944931542675?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5547002944931542675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/02/hangs-head-in-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5547002944931542675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5547002944931542675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/02/hangs-head-in-shame.html' title='*Hangs head in shame*'/><author><name>newer</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Xv29j4TQc10/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-3412206823041284057</id><published>2011-01-09T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:26:09.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you won't do for love. . .</title><content type='html'>So, Opposite George is a little vex with me. Get it together - too much is depending on you now. I know. . .believe me. . .I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of me going back to school? What do you think of me getting a better job? It's not much of a plan. . .but does it sound better than the course I've been heading on. Dead-end job and dealing with a deadbeat ex-husband???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is. . .and I really need to get a certain someone out of my system :/ Too dickmatized :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yre5nBXAxyk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/yre5nBXAxyk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;br /&gt;Ah, what I won't do for love. . .dickmatized ain't good either ;) Tall, dark and handsome men offering to be my white knight is not a good combination today with my bailey's caramel - HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3412206823041284057?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3412206823041284057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-you-wont-do-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3412206823041284057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3412206823041284057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-you-wont-do-for-love.html' title='What you won&apos;t do for love. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-440244677626240120</id><published>2011-01-06T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:53:23.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>A little belated. . .but Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that this year is not as shiteous as last year. Noticed I complained and griped a lot but I'm still going thru this divorce :S Hope this year things get better and that I have more to look forward too and be happy about. Always trying to look up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in the day I went out and bought the CD after seeing this vid a billion times on MuchMusic. I was a virgin then. . .now I'm not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that there's nothing like a Muscular Black Man ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxVNOnPyvIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/SxVNOnPyvIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-440244677626240120?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/440244677626240120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-belated-but-happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/440244677626240120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/440244677626240120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-belated-but-happy-new-year.html' title='A little belated. . .but Happy New Year!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-1698563110368618742</id><published>2010-12-18T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:55:03.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>Yeah, a great big FML to me :) Shucks, me and my predicaments *nods head sadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3t6YDnGXAc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/g3t6YDnGXAc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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/501061238844450447-1698563110368618742?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1698563110368618742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/12/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1698563110368618742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1698563110368618742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/12/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-6345522089127644268</id><published>2010-11-24T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:09:19.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>It's like that. . .and that's the way it is. . .</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I've always worn black. . . I think I'm pretty fond of black. I think that colour looks darn good on me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfBqBhL6JKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/AfBqBhL6JKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;D &amp;amp; H :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6345522089127644268?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6345522089127644268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-like-that-and-thats-way-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6345522089127644268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6345522089127644268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-like-that-and-thats-way-it-is.html' title='It&apos;s like that. . .and that&apos;s the way it is. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-3927364805754656469</id><published>2010-11-21T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:30:08.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>D &amp; H ;)</title><content type='html'>What can I say? HA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVF0zcqr9Dg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/IVF0zcqr9Dg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missin' my peeps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3927364805754656469?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3927364805754656469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/11/d-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3927364805754656469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3927364805754656469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/11/d-h.html' title='D &amp; H ;)'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8183971804874123957</id><published>2010-10-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T06:27:02.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in a funk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjusting'/><title type='text'>Every Little Thing Gonna Be Alright</title><content type='html'>So I keep telling myself despite all the worry and stress. Again, very lonely. I don't remember the last time I spoke to someone or even had the time. It's just one thing after another. Always playing catch up and clean up and everything else. The hotness (yes, I find him hot!) that is Louis C.K. has gotten me thru some nights. His comedy is definitely cheering me up on some low days. Hope your days are cheery! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LanCLS_hIo4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/LanCLS_hIo4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-8183971804874123957?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8183971804874123957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/10/every-little-thing-gonna-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8183971804874123957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8183971804874123957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/10/every-little-thing-gonna-be-alright.html' title='Every Little Thing Gonna Be Alright'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-9222080543469953713</id><published>2010-09-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:20:54.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>I'll put something witty here later. . .</title><content type='html'>Wow, I finally get to come on teh internets again for 5 seconds!! HA! Yeah, pretty darn busy. So far - not too bad. Lots of stress to deal with but things come with time. Getting settled and getting into a new and permanent routine. As long as Thing 1 and Thing 2 are happy and looked after then I can be content. Mind ya, it's pretty lonely. It's also very quiet here but I don't mind going to bed so early :) I always assumed I was a routine kind of person - and clearly I am. Have had a cold for about 3 weeks now. . .it's slowing me down but I hope it will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I wish is that I had someone to share stuff with (um, well - besides Opposite George that is ;)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_Yx0X-eHn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/v_Yx0X-eHn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-9222080543469953713?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/9222080543469953713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-put-something-witty-here-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/9222080543469953713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/9222080543469953713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-put-something-witty-here-later.html' title='I&apos;ll put something witty here later. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-1748368478847397071</id><published>2010-09-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:56:16.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>So unbelievably tired. . .</title><content type='html'>Not as tired as a new mother. . .but pretty darn tired! Stressed, angry, hurt,. . .etc. I wanted 2009 to be finished with the hope that 2010 would be better. I think all will be well when the apocalypse of 2012 comes. Then I may have some peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crbFmpezO4A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/crbFmpezO4A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need some of that Karma to kick in to people who deserve it, amirite?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1748368478847397071?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1748368478847397071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-unbelievably-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1748368478847397071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1748368478847397071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-unbelievably-tired.html' title='So unbelievably tired. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-1239071690742741761</id><published>2010-09-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:44:22.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovely day'/><title type='text'>Congrats!!</title><content type='html'>This is just a congrats shout out to this &lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt;chicka&lt;/a&gt; on finally having that other lil' one :) Lots of love, MOI xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_U_GF71ASRc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/_U_GF71ASRc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&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/501061238844450447-1239071690742741761?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1239071690742741761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/09/congrats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1239071690742741761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1239071690742741761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/09/congrats.html' title='Congrats!!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8300023494853526855</id><published>2010-08-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:09:35.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>There's a beat I was missing. . .</title><content type='html'>Now a symphony's the only song to sing. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/TG9dYoa5u-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/j4L7wazGSRg/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/TG9dYoa5u-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/j4L7wazGSRg/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507723547045903330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;KELIS - Acapella lyrics &lt;/h2&gt;                              &lt;a href="http://www.ringtonematcher.com/co/ringtonematcher/02/noc.asp?sid=LREGtop&amp;amp;artist=kelis&amp;amp;song=Acapella" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img class=" hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy hsuanurqrxekykutxuhy" src="http://www.lyricsreg.com/fw_images/ads/phone_icon_yel_small_trans_left.gif" border="0" /&gt; Send "Acapella" Ringtone to your Cell &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was walking, was living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My melody was acapella&lt;br /&gt;There’s a beat I was missing&lt;br /&gt;No tune, or a scale, I could play&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The sound in the distance&lt;br /&gt;No orchestra playing together&lt;br /&gt;Like a boat out to sea,&lt;br /&gt;The silence was too deafening&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So come and revive me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Just me surviving alone&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Before you,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was acapella&lt;br /&gt;Now a symphony’s&lt;br /&gt;The only song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Before you,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was acapella&lt;br /&gt;Now a symphony’s&lt;br /&gt;The only song to sing&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Everything was the same&lt;br /&gt;One color was just like the others&lt;br /&gt;An assembly routine&lt;br /&gt;My memories were all black and white&lt;br /&gt;Till I stopped overthinking&lt;br /&gt;Decided to draw back the curtains&lt;br /&gt;And I cleared all the cobwebs&lt;br /&gt;And began to let in the light&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So come and revive me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Just me surviving alone&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Before you,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was acapella&lt;br /&gt;Now a symphony’s&lt;br /&gt;The only song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Before you,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was acapella&lt;br /&gt;Now a symphony’s&lt;br /&gt;The only song to sing&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge – 3X)&lt;br /&gt;You are the drum in my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Bass and guitar lead&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on the notes you play&lt;br /&gt;My heart that you play on&lt;br /&gt;Red like a crayon&lt;br /&gt;I can’t walk away&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus – 2X)&lt;br /&gt;Before you,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was acapella&lt;br /&gt;Now a symphony’s&lt;br /&gt;The only song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Before you,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was acapella&lt;br /&gt;Now a symphony’s&lt;br /&gt;The only song to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8D9xCBcfzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/U8D9xCBcfzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSTANDING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8300023494853526855?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8300023494853526855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-beat-i-was-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8300023494853526855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8300023494853526855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-beat-i-was-missing.html' title='There&apos;s a beat I was missing. . .'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/TG9dYoa5u-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/j4L7wazGSRg/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-7101979333284751537</id><published>2010-08-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:22:57.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Still the Owner of a Lonely Heart</title><content type='html'>My job is not difficult. I thought at first it was going to be but when I got used to it I realized the Transfer and Hold button were my best friends. It's actually a very mundane and repetitive job. I really do enjoy helping people though. I like getting commendations and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I realized though that made my job terrible is that fact that I actually had friends there. I really enjoy talking to them and socializing again. When I was at home I obviously did not get to do that too much. Plus they teach me a bunch of stuff. I rediscovered cricket through my friends there. As such, I was able to speak to my dad about something he liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everyone has left I have no one to talk to. My best friend there took off for a week. I flipped because it was so dull with no one's company. I plan on punching him in the feet when I see him. I think I really feel like I have no friends and no one in my life. It really sucks! I know that life gets in the way for everyone. One of my dear friends whose birthday passed told me that she doesn't deserve a friend like me. I thought that was so odd. I just think I'm so miserable for company all the time. But then I see 5 missed calls from my buddy and I think. . .hmm, maybe some folks do like my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrSSRPuPxlg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/vrSSRPuPxlg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find this movie w/ english subtitles!! It's driving me nuts how much I want to watch it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7101979333284751537?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7101979333284751537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/still-owner-of-lonely-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7101979333284751537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7101979333284751537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/still-owner-of-lonely-heart.html' title='Still the Owner of a Lonely Heart'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-3757700638500596660</id><published>2010-08-09T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:32:57.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>You know how I know. . .</title><content type='html'>You know how I know that you're lonely. . .when you have your court date and no family or friends to go with you. . .that's how I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand. I always knew I'd be alone. For a while I thought I wouldn't be but that's okay. All it means is that my sixth sense was right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can some one be there for you if you never ask? Don't be lonely. . .just ask. . .and I'm there for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9RC6gYq0Jk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/S9RC6gYq0Jk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mother India. . .hardcore Old Skool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3757700638500596660?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3757700638500596660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-how-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3757700638500596660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3757700638500596660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-how-i-know.html' title='You know how I know. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-171275068315719240</id><published>2010-08-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:59:17.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title type='text'>Chaiya Chaiya (Walk in the Shadow of Love)</title><content type='html'>I jus' up and &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;teefed&lt;/a&gt; it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. It’s 2AM and you are not home. You are more than likely:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly clubbin' with the chickas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What’s the last thing you spent more than $100 on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes for Thing 1 and Thing 2, jewellery and accessories for them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do your bank checks look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where did the shirt you are currently wearing come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairweather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Name something that will be on your Christmas wish list:&lt;/strong&gt; a car and home for moi and the kiddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqua and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Name something you collect and tell us about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, nothing really. Wouldn't want to be a hoarder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last restaurant you ate at. Who were you with? How was it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainforest Cafe with Thing 1 and Thing 2. Terrible, but after I got the manager. . .MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you bought a birthday card for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. . .I *think* ex-mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your worst bad habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have too many to name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Name a magazine you subscribe to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, haven't done that since I was a teen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your favorite pizza toppings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken, Spinach and Sundried Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose number were you looking up the last time you used a phone book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer. . .and nobody uses phone books. Except for my customers born in the 20's, 30's and 40's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Other than family, who is the person that you love most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, my friends I guess. . .but I consider them family too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is the last thing you cooked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. . .roti I think. Unless you consider when I heat up my moustache wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Name something you wouldn’t want to buy used?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes?! I don't know. . .junk I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I never thought about that but always the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What is the last thing you remember losing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, my phone. . .but thankfully I got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the ugliest piece of furniture in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the question is more. . .what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; ugly. . .blargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last thing you bought and ended up returning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, can't remember the last time I returned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What perfume/cologne do you wear? If none, why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, my Fifth Avenue. Otherwise - I'd love to wear Angel or Burberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favorite board game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too into board games. . .but I like dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the last board game you played?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where did your vehicle come from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old one? A Honda. . .but I believe it was built in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. If a movie was made about your life what would the theme song be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Everything by Lauryn Hill or. . .Chaiya Chaiya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. You’re sad, who can cheer you up easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things, sometimes a young cricket player. . .but no one otherwise &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What house cleaning chore do you hate to do the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the stove. . .and other stuff that requires heavy gunk and lots of moving stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite way to eat chicken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Wings prolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. It is your birthday. You hope the cake is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla and Ice Cream. . .possibly cookies and cream - YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOOlgbfFy3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOOlgbfFy3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"&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/501061238844450447-171275068315719240?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/171275068315719240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-jus-up-and-teefed-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/171275068315719240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/171275068315719240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-jus-up-and-teefed-it.html' title='Chaiya Chaiya (Walk in the Shadow of Love)'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-416114770334525827</id><published>2010-08-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:57:37.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>And how was your day?</title><content type='html'>"I'm on my way and I've got your pass, I'll meet you at the bus stop as usual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm on my way going there now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumped off the bus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, Milhouse is right. . .she is lollygagging. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Okay, thank you _____"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't able to get our money back. I'll file a complaint with the TTC. I went to Davisville today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, I went to the mall and got a haircut. Walked around for a while. I wanted to see this movie called Inception but I didn't yet. I saw Toy Story 3 yesterday with the kids. Went to Davisville like I told you and just came here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what are you doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, it's 6 now so I'm going home to clean up and prep for the next day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm glad you got the pass. You look very nice today. . .so slim and pretty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/span&gt; I'm not slim, just wearing jeans that fit me finally. Also, my hair was done so that probably helps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, you know right. . .you are so young. You should be going out and you really need to meet someone and enjoy your time. Kids are good but, yeah. . .like someone to have is better. No company right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yeah. . .I'm . . .just busy and stuff. I got a lot of responsibilities now. A little harder to meet someone who is patient right. Wish it could be that easy for me - HA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ooookkkaaayyy, well don't wait too long you know. Not good to wait such a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . . .yuuupp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you tomorrow then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, maybe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear (lollygagging) friend. . .I do not share the responsibility of parenting anymore. It's just me and I've got to be consistent. Wouldn't it be so nice to simply have someone show up and gaze at me like I was the long lost Madhubala? HA! Well, that would be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49K7f-Je__w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/49K7f-Je__w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could spot my own Dilip Kumar ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-416114770334525827?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/416114770334525827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-how-was-your-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/416114770334525827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/416114770334525827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-how-was-your-day.html' title='And how was your day?'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-3893620800724858643</id><published>2010-08-07T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T18:32:56.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugh'/><title type='text'>And it goes a little something like this. . .</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know - I know!! Never posting, that's me now. I think I'll take a page from this &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;awesome chicka's&lt;/a&gt; book and be a little off the wall. But those of you who know me will *know* me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do you want some of these? I grabbed them for *blank* but he didn't show up again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'll take a couple. Do you love this guy or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm, yeah. . .I guess - he's my friend. I tend to do stuff for my friends right? Don't you??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I guess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you always coming around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, your boss is my old boss and I'm friends with him and a couple of people here. I come to chill and say hi (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I was going to tell the old boss that you were a good guy but f*** it&lt;/span&gt;). Am I bugging you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, it's cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of music do you listen to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hard Rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?! What bands?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"****stani Hard Rock, but they're too many bands to name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, I wasn't aware that there was such a thing. I will have to give it a listen. Do you listen to old Gazls like *blank*?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sometimes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to hang out sometime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm kinda busy, going to a party later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, good stuff - enjoy your party (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, I tried and you ARE extremely droolworthy and incredibly handsome. You're also kind of a dick and I get that&lt;/span&gt;). Let me know when you're free (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greeeeaaattt, now I sound like some lovestruck schoolgirl&lt;/span&gt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, you are literally one of the tallest, handsomest men I have ever seen. In fact, I did not know that men were even built like you in your country or anywhere! You are a complete a**hole though when I got to know you. That figures, guys who look like you often are (perhaps because women like me act dumbstruck far too often around you). So unlike *blank*, who I miss chatting with. Schoolgirl crush has completely ceased and averted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjXI_RitHME&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/VjXI_RitHME&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but it reminds me of . . .Nickelback for some reason - HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3893620800724858643?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3893620800724858643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-it-goes-little-something-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3893620800724858643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3893620800724858643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-it-goes-little-something-like-this.html' title='And it goes a little something like this. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-1629872682221566440</id><published>2010-05-10T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:33:30.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the post bout sumi and sam'/><title type='text'>A Poignant Sorry?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-jd9hej7OI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gJ1Gjm3zkvE/s1600/clcnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-jd9hej7OI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gJ1Gjm3zkvE/s400/clcnt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469865796469779682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sorry for all the depressing blog entries. I honestly can't help it though. I just keep going over and over it again and again in my mind. All that I lost and what my life is now. Even worse, what my kids' life will be. A horrid life similar to mine and that was something I REALLY didn't want but I hope that it doesn't come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from work. I feel terrible when I go there now because I have no time to talk to my friends from work anymore. Our breaks and lunches are so short that I just stay at my desk and drink and ensure or snack on a granola bar. I used to really look forward to going because when I was in training, although I was  stressed about learning everything - at least I got to interact with folks. Now I just interact with d*ckhead customers all day. I honestly want to tell them to just go to other providers and stop thinking everything is free you cheap money-grubbing jerks!! But alas, I really need the job and can only hope that I still have one at the end of this week :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find I also look forward to seeing my floor support guys. They are so insanely nice. The one pervy indian guy who is always telling me to relax baby and stop being such a girl is actually a huge sweetheart. He ALWAYS comes and helps me and takes out so much time to explain things to me. So does the one-armed guy, yup he just has one arm(which I didn't realize for an entire week!) but is also incredibly sweet. I find they really try to boost us when we are there which is so wonderful of them. Honestly, they don't have to be as nice to us as they are and we've been calling them the wrong names for ages now but they are totally cool. I can only hope that I keep my job and return the favour to someone in my position one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that too. I was depressed before I went into work (please reference previous post) and inbetween the jerk customers - they really made me laugh. They said it was their duty since I seemed down today. Good folks like that are what makes the world go round :) As of right this second. . .they are my heroes - HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1629872682221566440?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1629872682221566440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/poignant-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1629872682221566440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1629872682221566440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/poignant-sorry.html' title='A Poignant Sorry?!'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-jd9hej7OI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gJ1Gjm3zkvE/s72-c/clcnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-1153275278011777654</id><published>2010-05-10T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:53:44.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life going nowhere'/><title type='text'>Nervous Breakdown coming soon. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-gr_F2FVwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SxAAEdx3a_A/s1600/0511-1001-2200-5346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-gr_F2FVwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SxAAEdx3a_A/s400/0511-1001-2200-5346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469670110342240002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I filed for divorce finally. Giving Kirk what he wanted. He no longer has to see, speak or hear of me ever again. Looks like he feels the same way about his kids most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed about it for Sunday so I didn't do anything for Mother's Day. Also, because it was snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job deeply depresses me too because I honestly don't know what I'm doing and I am trying but it's just difficult for me to grasp everything. I'm not so young anymore and this is something (math) that is just not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the weekend was over and the first thing to greet me in the morning was my mom cursing me out for being a horrible mother and never doing anything but sleep, work and eat. I do not believe this is true but my shift changed so I'm not here to spend the nights with the girls anymore. I'll also be working weekends so that doesn't make it any easier. As my mom pointed out I just left them and didn't bother with them anymore. I knew this was going to happen when I started working nights. I had told them that this would be the shift I have to work and that the training would be nice for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother answering her. All they do is complain to me even though I feel depressed all the time - honestly, I just feel like committing suicide at this point it's just that depressing for me. I don't go anywhere either because I know they will complain about it. The only place I went to on Saturday was to file the papers and to clear up my credit card. That was about it.  I really wish I lived on my own somewhere REALLY far from here. If I could, I would just pack up and move to some nowhere town in Ontario. I'm alone all the time anyways. I may as well take my kids with me and just get gone. That's what I really feel like doing. It's what I felt like doing in the first place when I was with Kirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do more crying and crying and crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1153275278011777654?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1153275278011777654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/nervous-breakdown-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1153275278011777654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1153275278011777654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/nervous-breakdown-coming-soon.html' title='Nervous Breakdown coming soon. . .'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-gr_F2FVwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SxAAEdx3a_A/s72-c/0511-1001-2200-5346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6172322931040488715</id><published>2010-05-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:19:37.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Here I Go. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-L6DRZiwQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LOEXhDbrQ2U/s1600/clipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-L6DRZiwQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LOEXhDbrQ2U/s400/clipart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468207831698292994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a quickie as I shortly have to go to the horrid fest that is my job :( Believe it or not I actually count down the time until the shift is done and always secretly hope the systems go down. As you can gather I deal with a lot of d*cks and have absolutely no clue what I'm doing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, another depressing note. But first, let me thank my friends for trying to lift me up - you all know who you are and I would be in far worse shambles without you there to lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting my divorce proceedings on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one more thing to hand in to my lawyer (my tax returns) which my good friend Griz will help me with on the weekend and then the ball will get rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that Kirk Van Houten is a d**chebag, and I assure you - he most assuredly is. I still feel like I've been shorted and lost everything. The house I got for my kids to grow up in is gone as is all our stuff. The car my parents bought for me, all the efforts I put into the home I formerly had. . .just . . .gone. It's very depressing to have all these plans for wanting to raise your kids better and to have more than what you had to now be fighting for use of a whole closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are unhappy and I am unhappy. Even as I sit here typing this I think about how my girls brought me some beautiful roses and paper tissue roses for mother's day and how I should be giving them so much more in return and I simply cannot do that anymore. I had a beautiful crystal vase that I would have put it in if I were still living in Hamilton but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; has it now and I have nowhere to put their wonderful gift because I have nothing of my own except the clothes on my back.  I also have some clothes on their back because of my wonderful friend Griz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as I panic while the time draws closer for me to go to work. . .I will see what our legal system can offer me back in due time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6172322931040488715?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6172322931040488715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6172322931040488715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6172322931040488715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-go.html' title='Here I Go. . .'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S-L6DRZiwQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LOEXhDbrQ2U/s72-c/clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-3122360275822841844</id><published>2010-05-02T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:44:07.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wish'/><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S93j7ZMW3VI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6CzvGR-11-A/s1600/loner2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S93j7ZMW3VI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6CzvGR-11-A/s400/loner2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466776132212153682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I freely admit that I am in a perpetual funk. I have been told that this is VERY normal but it still doesn't make it any easier on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now go over in my mind about all the things that happened to me and I feel very stupid. I wish I was a smarter person. . .then maybe I wouldn't have made so many mistakes. I am learning from them, I just wish that it didn't take me losing everything to get the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I lost some weight. I wish I was losing more. Heck, I wish I was a size zero. I sometimes look at all the girls around me that are my age and see how much more prettier they are than me and I realize, I really will be alone for the rest of my life.  I simply cannot compete. I don't begrudge a pretty girl anything but I wish I had something. A house or car of my own, some money in the bank. . .you know SOMETHING! I don't have anything though, I'm not even an interesting person. I don't run 5 k and I'm not a good cook, I'm not artistic and I don't have a really good job. I don't go on awesome trips and a whole lot more don'ts that I wish were do's. I've never even lived in another city as I don't count the 8 months I briefly lived in Hamilton. Whereas everyone I know has pretty much packed up and at a minimum, lived somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself being 50 and alone renting my parents spare bedroom and having my kids hate me for not giving them everything they should have had. I wish that didn't have to happen. I see that loser having some happy rich life and having some other kids while he forgets the ones he had here. Heck, he already forgets them!! Still no calls or visits. . .which is how I can only assume he believes parenting works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me believe that perhaps the point of my life is to serve as a warning to others. Not everyone can "live their best life" and some of just are just meant to struggle on by. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I go cry. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3122360275822841844?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3122360275822841844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3122360275822841844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3122360275822841844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S93j7ZMW3VI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6CzvGR-11-A/s72-c/loner2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5278604121771866547</id><published>2010-04-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:52:10.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>About a Million Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUuzbKnCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/noRRRpF6Fhs/s1600/warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUuzbKnCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/noRRRpF6Fhs/s400/warning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464226148450475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have probably a million things running through my mind at any given moment. I keep thinking about what I should write about. So very random. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly. . .I informed Kirk Van Houten that I will be going over the lawyer to get the paperwork underway. Unlike Ol' Kirk, I don't leave someone scrambling to put their life together and inform them of my decision at the very last second. I don't understand how I ended up with this do*che. I probably should have turned him down after that first date especially since everyone told me I should NOT date that guy. I sadly think my faith in people was my downturn. I've obviously become more cynical now and realize that some folks are just damaged and can never get better no matter how many pills they take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to date. . .and really failed at it. Maybe I just don't know how to talk or flirt anymore. I have to come to accept that there are a lot of people out there who are alone and I'm one of them. Heck, I was alone when I was married anyways. It's probably why I feel the pinch of it . . .because I really have been alone for such a long time. For the first time, probably since my divorce got underway. . .everyone in the house was gone. It really struck me that I don't know what I'll do when everyone just moves on. I'm really going to have a get my own house and become a crazy cat lady. It's probably the only way I can happily live by myself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUvBd1KBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/EKjk6sYiDmQ/s1600/loner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUvBd1KBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/EKjk6sYiDmQ/s400/loner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464226152219748370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at homes in Brampton. A TON of my co-workers live there and it seems to have more and more appeal to me lately. Also, the homes are cheap and may be within what I can afford even if I earn minimum wage. I would like my own space since my parents constantly complain about my things being here. It gets very demoralizing to me because it's not like I kicked myself out of my house and I really have been trying the best I can with my things and my girls' things. My parents' place was absolutely jam-packed before I moved in and it's obviously worse now. They also tell me that I have to do stuff around the house (which I do!) but I still get treated like a nuisance who can't get their life together and I'm encroaching on them with my kids and stuff.They complain about me constantly (to everyone who will listen!) and keep on me about how come I can't fix my marriage and how did I let it fail. Don't I love my kids? How did I let this happen? Etc, etc. I don't really have an answer for that, so I just stay quiet most of the time and retreat into a book or the internet. If it's really bad for me, I just go out for dinner and watch a movie by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, that's how I went on the dates in the first place. I thought about asking folks to go with me but the reality is I know people are busy and that's just the way life is. I got tired of going by myself but the dates as I said earlier didn't work out either. So I'll have to be happy with my own company. What I see happening to me is becoming the mom who asks their kids to hang out with them because they have nobody and I really don't want that to happen so I'll just keep going by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified. . .that probably is the best way to describe my job situation now. I am constantly getting assessed and I have no idea what I'm doing. . .I only hope that I can keep my job at the end of three months. I also hope that I can do it well because I would really like to stay in the job because it's very close to my  parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, always trying to end on a positive at least I have a job. I have a place to live and I'm surviving. I'm glad for that.&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUvQzfSMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7x2uTLbXgrs/s1600/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUvQzfSMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7x2uTLbXgrs/s400/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464226156337121474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-5278604121771866547?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5278604121771866547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-million-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5278604121771866547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5278604121771866547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-million-things.html' title='About a Million Things'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S9TUuzbKnCI/AAAAAAAAAXk/noRRRpF6Fhs/s72-c/warning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-3712278181835713715</id><published>2010-04-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:28:43.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lee!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, no real reason to be on here. . . just wanted to wish &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lee&lt;/a&gt; a Happy 29th Birthday! All the best girlie :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good ol' MJ for ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2ePDe0Q4UM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/Z2ePDe0Q4UM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/501061238844450447-3712278181835713715?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3712278181835713715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-lee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3712278181835713715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3712278181835713715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-lee.html' title='Happy Birthday Lee!!!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8510724374757362610</id><published>2010-03-28T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:47:12.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>Currently. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6_AKnTmGCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A2V2kO6Bqr8/s1600/sliding_doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6_AKnTmGCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A2V2kO6Bqr8/s400/sliding_doors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453788962351355938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama that is moi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, negative out of the way first so I can end with the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Van Houten came over and took me and the kiddles out for dinner on Friday. Mind you - we haven't seen him in weeks now. No calls, no emails, nothing. Also, he still showed up with nothing except a few papers for me to apply for additional benefits for my kids. But nothing like the things I actually asked for. Such as, my clothes, their clothes, my sewing machine, money, etc, etc, etc,. and most importantly - my tax returns which I need in order to file for a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he took us to craptacular Pizza Hut. He has some obsession with the place since he used to work there. I have no idea why, the food really sucks. Not that I don't appreciate the free meal. . .but honestly. . .my stomach has a better time with Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to some positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my first week of my new job. It was pretty nice. The pay is still terrible but otherwise, everything else has been pretty good so far. Lots to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lawyer as of Wednesday so I can finally start proceedings against Kirk there. Just the beginning but at least I've got some direction. Lots to do on my end and I'm thinking I should invest in a printer/scanner because of all the paperwork coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I feel better now. I can honestly and finally say that I'm over the guy and I don't love him anymore. How can I say this? Because I don't hate him either. I've forgiven him. Of course, that does not mean that I still won't fight him for everything (because he's still a d-bag)but the relationship part I can put to rest. He told me that I was right about his loser friend living with him. I guess the fact that the guy is a leech and a loser and lazy finally dawned upon him. I thought that was funny considering how badly he was treating me to fall all over the place trying to please the guy(which was weird!). I didn't ask him why or how he came to that conclusion because . . .I really didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy me for now and hopefully an even happier me this time next year, that's how I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to watch Sliding Doors, hence the image - good movie :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8510724374757362610?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8510724374757362610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/currently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8510724374757362610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8510724374757362610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/currently.html' title='Currently. . .'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6_AKnTmGCI/AAAAAAAAAXc/A2V2kO6Bqr8/s72-c/sliding_doors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-713819196903042392</id><published>2010-03-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:12:10.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatroulette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Why Chat Roulette May Not Be For You . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6LchMhaumI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jK1_rIM1mCY/s1600-h/a97000_g001_12-no-topless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6LchMhaumI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jK1_rIM1mCY/s400/a97000_g001_12-no-topless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450160961926904418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly NSF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I'm good, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm good&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So, what are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Nothing much, just chatting with you :)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You're really cute&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Thank you that's sweet. You're cute too.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So, what do you like to do.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Lotsa stuff, hang out, watch tv, the usual&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh yeah, what are you into?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hm? Lol - are you asking me that because you're 24? You younger guys :)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh yeah, you're bad huh. Liking younger guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Wow, younger guys are exactly as I remember them - lol&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So c'mon cutie what are you into?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm into. . . BDSM&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh yeah, is that like a** up, face down and me pulling on your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No, more like chains, whips, leather, bondage, handcuffs and generally pain. Not many guys I know are into that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oooohhh, HOT! You're turning me on.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hey girl, you like this *guy whips out d*ck and strokes in on webcam*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh yeah, that's hot - wish I could burn it.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: What??!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah, I told you. I'm into B-D-S-M. I'd pour candlewax on it or stomp on it like a mofo. I like PAIN remember?&lt;br /&gt;Guy:. . . . . .  .&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Um, totally forgot I'm really a super g*y f*gg*t&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: &lt;logged off=""&gt;*this user has disconnected*&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ah well. . .I thought I had a keeper :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/logged&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-713819196903042392?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/713819196903042392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-chat-roulette-may-not-be-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/713819196903042392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/713819196903042392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-chat-roulette-may-not-be-for-you.html' title='Why Chat Roulette May Not Be For You . . .'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6LchMhaumI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jK1_rIM1mCY/s72-c/a97000_g001_12-no-topless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-147689700707032974</id><published>2010-03-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:39:36.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Paddy's Day!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I know I'm a day late. I actually went out. The depression was deeply crushing. I enjoyed LAZERS!!! PEW! PEW! The preview for Tron looked cool and I watched Alice in Wonderland in 3D. The drunken revellers were in full blast last night but they were gone by 11. If it was St. Patrick's day on a weekend I'm sure it would have been a very different story. Besides jumping over puke spots and beer bottles on the subway - fun was had by me. No point in waiting for someone to do things with - just gotta go by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is Advice Leprechaun - Image is NSFW (sorta - mostly do to swears :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6KrgppIyfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/04v-_P7qt3M/s1600-h/green_pee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6KrgppIyfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/04v-_P7qt3M/s400/green_pee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450107076494281202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6KqnMI0reI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uhny03xju2s/s1600-h/f_rainbows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6KqnMI0reI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uhny03xju2s/s400/f_rainbows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450106089321573858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-147689700707032974?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/147689700707032974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-paddys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/147689700707032974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/147689700707032974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-paddys-day.html' title='Happy St. Paddy&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S6KrgppIyfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/04v-_P7qt3M/s72-c/green_pee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5608679914251192410</id><published>2010-03-16T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:26:05.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>Slowly but surely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S5_3ZlEBe1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/sT5dmuOChdM/s1600-h/5F92A-dissolution.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S5_3ZlEBe1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/sT5dmuOChdM/s400/5F92A-dissolution.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449346092959365970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm  still angry. Sad, depressed, scared. . .you name it. But that's normal and I accept that. I hope I eventually come to acceptance and move on with my life. Week after week goes by and I just feel stagnant. Waiting and wanting something to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk isn't much help. I ask him for my clothes and the girls' clothes. Still waiting on it. He writes he'll figure it out and get back to me. I'm not sure what that means. Does he plan on holding our clothes hostage? So really, no idea. If he's being sneaky again. . .okay, I understand that. It's a shame he simply can't or maybe doesn't know how to me honest. Hopefully, we'll be able to resolve things and yes - despite the fact I really hate him, I hope I can find some measure of friendship with him for my kids. Although, it would probably be more like acquaintances now. I think the further I have him from my life the happier I can finally be and I'm sure it's the same for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the casualties, my girls I hope they will be okay. I try to keep up a sense of routine and they seem pretty good. Going to school and going out. I signed them up for dance classes which they will start next week. I talk to them and try to make sure that they are not getting distressed. Of course, I have told Kirk that he can call them and see them here when he wants. I'm not going to pester him about doing it anymore though. If he wants to call or to see them he's free to do so. Hope he actually takes the opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-5608679914251192410?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5608679914251192410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/slowly-but-surely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5608679914251192410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5608679914251192410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/slowly-but-surely.html' title='Slowly but surely'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S5_3ZlEBe1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/sT5dmuOChdM/s72-c/5F92A-dissolution.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-439522598565355026</id><published>2010-03-08T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:22:48.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><title type='text'>Updatish Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S5VcUE_JXBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3L2ojDTeNoc/s1600-h/divorce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S5VcUE_JXBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3L2ojDTeNoc/s400/divorce.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446360824380218386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's my situation now. I've been separated since November but quite honestly I think Kirk Van Houten checked out of the marriage long before that. I now live in Toronto again. Shacked up with my parents. I've been someone who always does what they have to do to survive and now is no exception. I've been living here since November, not an ideal situation but I hope that I will be able to change that in time. Just have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Kirk Van Houten to discuss what I wanted in regards to the separation. This would include most of the furniture (which was gifted to me anyways) and money for a car, proceeds from the house (which I consider reasonable since I will be losing a pension, income, etc.), to be free and clear of debt (One of the problems with Kirk was his constant and incessant habit of going into debt) and of course, child and spousal support. I hope that he will be amicable in this sense and allow me the things I want. I don't think he seems to understand that yes, he may find it a bit brutal in the next two or three years but after that - with his income; he'd be living free and clear since I would be absorbing all the costs in the future. I can only hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my girls, they are coping. I wish I could buy a new home for them right now and carry on with taking care of them. Taking them out to play and on trips so they don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to cope with all that's going on. I think Kirk Van Houten could do more regarding spending time with them but it seems like he's just set on himself. He told me on Saturday that he had plans to meet with friends and go out. I thought - how typical of you, instead of spending time with your children, you're racing off to party with friends. Well, that's why we can't work out. I will always put my kids first as my priority and Kirk Van Houten will always put himself first. More updates will follow soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-439522598565355026?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/439522598565355026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/updatish-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/439522598565355026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/439522598565355026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/03/updatish-post.html' title='Updatish Post'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S5VcUE_JXBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3L2ojDTeNoc/s72-c/divorce.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-2191448025400422156</id><published>2010-02-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:30:57.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Where have you been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S4NZ3RvlVKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MewlnFpA4cI/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S4NZ3RvlVKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MewlnFpA4cI/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441291580984349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know that I vanished. Probably the three folks who read the blog already know the reason but I will let it be known to the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person formerly known as Dr. Evil aka my spouse decided he did not want to be married to me anymore and consequently kicked me out of my house along with my kids. I now live in Toronto with my parents which has challenges in itself. Trying to piece my life back together while still trying to figure out what to do and how to protect Thing 1 and Thing 2 because above all, they are my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are good and others are bad, I look forward to when this is all settled and possibly even having my own home again one day. More about that later. So now, I am trying to deal with young kids and going through a separation. No easy task I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All due to KIRK VAN HOUTEN. . .that is Dr. Evils new name. . .without further ado I present this dork :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resembling the Simpsons character in many ways. Here is the father of Milhouse Van Houten. . .can he borrow a feeling, can you lend him a jar of love? Uhhh, nah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-2191448025400422156?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/2191448025400422156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-have-you-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2191448025400422156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2191448025400422156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where have you been?'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S4NZ3RvlVKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MewlnFpA4cI/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-458347614734668608</id><published>2010-02-07T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:13:00.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>HELLLLOOOOOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S2-BK9dMP5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sqsj2VD_tDo/s1600-h/heart-broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S2-BK9dMP5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sqsj2VD_tDo/s320/heart-broken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435705300555153298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've taken a long enough break there. I'll be honest with folks. I really needed it. Dr. Evil and I are splitting up and it's been a tough time for me. I had to give up the blog for a while but honestly I'll be glad to put down some words and thoughts again because. . .it always felt kinda therapeutic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. I'm living sans Dr. Evil with my parents and of course my no nose nugget twins :) As I go through this process I'm gonna keep them always on my mind because I'm their mom and it's first and foremost on my mind. I've got a long road ahead of me but I just have to keep in mind that their is an end to it and Thing 1 and Thing 2 have to come out of it as unaffected as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. . .I'M BACK :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-458347614734668608?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/458347614734668608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/02/helllloooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/458347614734668608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/458347614734668608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2010/02/helllloooooo.html' title='HELLLLOOOOOO!!'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/S2-BK9dMP5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sqsj2VD_tDo/s72-c/heart-broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6456489357013359110</id><published>2009-11-13T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:01:40.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Will be on Hiatus. . .not sure how long. . .maybe indefinitely for all I know. . .will wait and see. Thanks for reading my nonsense folks; all the ones I know and all the lurkers too - much LURVE out tah ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason, just a nice movie I like to enjoy with my girls. . .even though it's sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/ME49ILYXa125dd817ae5d79c8e0d8685bd593537"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/ME49ILYXa125dd817ae5d79c8e0d8685bd593537" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6456489357013359110?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6456489357013359110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6456489357013359110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6456489357013359110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-5983703901340957700</id><published>2009-11-02T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:03:56.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End of the Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>They took my INNERNET!</title><content type='html'>That was suppose to sound like those hicks on south park. THEY TOOK 'ER JARBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been watching this fellow for quite a bit. I believe I posted the Obama Deception earlier. Here's more of him. Whether you believe him or not, he's always saying look for yourself. I like that he makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LDV8J0mdxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/0LDV8J0mdxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d-9sYNkyoBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/d-9sYNkyoBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-5983703901340957700?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5983703901340957700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-took-my-innernet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5983703901340957700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5983703901340957700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-took-my-innernet.html' title='They took my INNERNET!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-7398865345854207151</id><published>2009-10-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:44:38.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Alright Resolutions. . here we go. . .</title><content type='html'>Okay, diet and exercise and cleaning and organization, etc., I don't like you and you don't like me but I've gotta get serious about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, two posts in a row for me - Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's what has been going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom-in-law had her partner pass away and was just a mess. I do feel bad but I honestly did not like the guy. Now that I have starting watching Dexter I'm beginning to think I might be more like him regarding death. I guess I see it as a part of life so I don't understand the grief and it makes me deeply uncomfortable to be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She up and quit her job and received the house upon his passing. Well, she had no savings and wanted the money that we owed her for the roof that Dr. Evil promised her. Needless to say I was miffed that Dr. Evil would promise her something financially without consulting me and I had just gotten the debt under control. It wasn't paid off but at least we weren't doing a punishing payback to get it down. Now that I've given her the money I am back to square one for paying it ALL back. I hate having it and deeply wish it would go away but as always it takes time. So no more fun until I can get it back to where it has to be. No more extras, no more nothing. It's not too bad in the winter because I tend to hole myself up anyways. . .summer is when it's hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. . .I'm broke-a** again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to other hopefully uplifting news. As always I'm trying to lose weight. Not succeeding at it but certainly trying. I'm going to try a simple diet and now that I have a treadmill - gonna try to do that too! I hope to keep the balance that I have going now. Taking the girls to school on Monday to Wednesday and then doing stuff on Thursday on Friday so that I spend the weekends working on fixing the house. I sincerely hope that I can get Dr. Evil on board with me. As it's important that we get our lives organized and on the same page for the kiddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil tends to always make grandiose plans but not really short-term do-able ones. I'm trying to work with what I have but he tends to stray into the "well, we can do this if you do this and we should do that if we get that." I'm always attempting to tell him; let's work on what we have and when we actually complete what is at the top of the list then we can move on to the other things. I'll see how that works out and what happens. Hopefully, I will be able to complete all my resolutions as it's been an icky year and I'm looking forward to it ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7398865345854207151?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7398865345854207151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-resolutions-here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7398865345854207151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7398865345854207151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-resolutions-here-we-go.html' title='Alright Resolutions. . here we go. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-5567275540813164646</id><published>2009-10-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:03:26.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Geez, it looks like everything and anything is ramping up, up, UP for me. I finished making some spooky cupcakes for the class and carved the pumpkins. I have now realized that I will be doing this every year. . .DAMN YOU ADULTHOOD. . .how did all this responsibility catch up to me?! Aaaarrrggghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and all your lil' trick-or-treaters enjoy a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's something I have never watched before but sat down to enjoy it with the kids this year. . .it's pretty good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmDtWz27ueI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/EmDtWz27ueI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoXA3JL3Ggk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/HoXA3JL3Ggk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2X3ig8ZMn0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/2X3ig8ZMn0A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/501061238844450447-5567275540813164646?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5567275540813164646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5567275540813164646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5567275540813164646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-7692874580423196551</id><published>2009-10-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:25:12.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much drama'/><title type='text'>And you think you have problems o_O</title><content type='html'>So, I am still uber-busy but I'm gonna try to squeeze in a blog post here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a busy Thanksgiving, nothing I would call pleasant but got through it - now I don't have to worry about going up north which pleases me greatly. Not too happy about the fact that I had to give Dr. Evil's mother our loan back. I was hoping to do it in March but she's destitute after her boyfriend passed away and needs to pay things. How does one become destitute after a month??!! Well, it just leaves us destitute and I guess and I'm not gonna question it since the lady has been bankrupt a number of times. It looks like the boyfriend's sons are going after her regarding the house which she now owns. All I can say is . . . good luck with that and boyfriend's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other drama. The soon-to-be-divorcee called me up this week and asked me a favour. She wants me to babysit her non-potty trained son for the weekend. Normally, she wouldn't ask me such a thing as it's kinda obvious that I have a problem with a kid about to be four who's not potty-trained yet but I accepted. Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, her ex and Dr. Evil's high school chum went off his meds and was acting a bit weird. She took her son over for him to watch and when she came back later to pick him up her son was completely bruised and battered. Her ex was spouting nonsense and said he was going to jump off the balcony and was attempting to take their son away from her. She freaked out (obviously!) and called his mother. The police came shortly after and arrested him and now he's at the hospital. She has no one to watch him for the weekend since her mother is working and normally it was the ex who would do it. So I said "No problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes other people's drama pales in comparison to mine. . .and that's a good thing o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7692874580423196551?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7692874580423196551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-you-think-you-have-problems-oo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7692874580423196551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7692874580423196551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-you-think-you-have-problems-oo.html' title='And you think you have problems o_O'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-7357035798056490445</id><published>2009-10-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:40:15.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Canuck Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Well, a short and sweet post!! Just wanna wish a Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canadians out there :) I, of course, am off to the nowhere land known as Owen Sound for dinner and then a mad dash back the next day to get home. Ahhhh. . .fun o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay for some reason I can't put a pic up . . .so imagine some type of turkey pic here. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING Y'ALL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7357035798056490445?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7357035798056490445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-canuck-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7357035798056490445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7357035798056490445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-canuck-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Canuck Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-3606502519649575355</id><published>2009-10-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:53:53.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much to do'/><title type='text'>Back. . .albeit briefly</title><content type='html'>Yeah, been super-duper busy. . .probably not what would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other people's&lt;/span&gt; busy. . .but busy enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished having Dr. Evil's B-day party, he turned all of 31 although I know both he and I look older. . .mostly me though. No one ever believes I'm an insane 28-year-old. . .more like a 48-year-old 'cause of the weight. Yes, I do look like I play &lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?v=ZDOSZW1T"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt; in my basement on a constant basis. As always, I'm trying to remedy that!  I just want to thank the folks who helped me out. . .you know. . .all three or four of you who actually read my blog :) Now I also owe you money. . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't break my legs&lt;/span&gt; :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started taking the twins back to school. . .due to the &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-nightmare.html"&gt;hot chocolate incident &lt;/a&gt;I told them that I had to skip the rest of the school year but I'm back and hoping this weirdly freakish/h*llish year will be over soon! It seems the folks at the school are a little better organized now. We get a regular weekly schedule and now a monthly one too! She also put up a group on Facebook to tell us when it would be closed or if she had to leave early, etc.&lt;br /&gt;This week they made handprint turkeys, and pumpkin playdough. This was vastly more fun than when I went earlier in the year. I'm also putting myself on a limited schedule from Mon-Wed since it seemed I never got anything done if I went the whole week.  Also, Thursdays and Fridays, the place is so packed my kids never get to do anything so this works out for me and (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, I feel guilty!&lt;/span&gt;) them too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, had my vents cleaned yesterday. Apparently they hadn't been cleaned in 7 years and the folks who owned the house before us were smokers and owned 3 dogs. This made for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; nasty vents but according to the guys from Sears. . .not as nasty as the bird lady. I gotta say the guys were very professional and did some extra stuff for free for us. Also, I've noticed I don't feel that horrible lethargic feeling I was always getting from my allergies - BONUS! It's also warmer in the house since the furnace doesn't have to work as hard and most of the air is getting through now. . .I sincerely hope that the grand I had to pay up front will equal cheaper heating costs in the winter o_O&lt;br /&gt;I also got to say this about Sears, never had to complain. I'm washing the twins' Dora sheets for the probably 300th time and they still look like I just pulled them out of the package. Outstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, the girls' will be in their godparent's wedding as flower girls. They're not really supposed to be in the wedding since it's a huge Persian wedding but their wonderful godparents decided to bend the rules and make them involved. I think that's awesome. They really are the most envious couple in the world . . .and I say that with love and . . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're off to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound &lt;/span&gt;for Thanksgiving since my mother-in-law is still at her wit's end after the passing of the boyfriend. I hope she can pull it together for her own sake since there is a lot of drama involved. But that's another story. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, hope I'll have more time to post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3606502519649575355?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3606502519649575355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-albeit-briefly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3606502519649575355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3606502519649575355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-albeit-briefly.html' title='Back. . .albeit briefly'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-379050000488953614</id><published>2009-09-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:38:54.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to much to do'/><title type='text'>Gone Baby, Gone. . .</title><content type='html'>G*d, that was such a sad movie :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be on hiatus for a bit. . .got too much on the go right now. Will be back with better and fresher stuff to talk about :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-379050000488953614?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/379050000488953614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/gone-baby-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/379050000488953614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/379050000488953614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone Baby, Gone. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-242980973605821517</id><published>2009-09-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:15:07.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk'/><title type='text'>Cheer Up!</title><content type='html'>Clearly, I'm in a funk and need some cheering up. So I'm going to do what I always do. . .movie binge! It's the only time I ever feel like watching movies back-to-back. Romance, Drama, Comedy. . .as long as it's good it will inevitably cheer my sorry self up and I will quit my pity party and get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?v=OLBTTGK7"&gt;Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging&lt;/a&gt; and I also enjoyed an enormous &lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?v=SZ0M4CLM"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/a&gt; marathon. . .those Brits can do wonders :) I also believe I've become a Whovian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cheered me up too. . .California Raisin Michael :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2D9Hzefyz0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/2D9Hzefyz0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-242980973605821517?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/242980973605821517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheer-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/242980973605821517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/242980973605821517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheer-up.html' title='Cheer Up!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8282283568948889415</id><published>2009-09-17T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:23:02.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death in the family'/><title type='text'>Do Not Speak Ill of the Dead</title><content type='html'>So just recently &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/dramatic-roof.html"&gt;this person &lt;/a&gt;passed away, either today or yesterday. His name is Rooster. He did my roof for me and has basically been a father-in-law to me since I got married 7 years ago. He was a nice person at times and fun. . .if only he gave up the drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was drinking, he was just horrible. I already dealt with his type before. Angry, arrogant, violent, foolish and just about everything else you could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left behind Dr. Evil's mother as his girlfriend of course and three kids. I believe he is the third sibling to die in his family. His eldest brother committed suicide and I believe another brother died of a heart attack. His parents are both still alive. They, to me, were not very nice people and punished him severely growing up. . .as bad as he was I still believe that they were much worse and that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this very strange but I honestly don't feel anything at his passing. I've known the guy for many years. . .I normally feel something for well&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, anyone&lt;/span&gt; I've known that long. Whether I liked them or not. I just feel that yeah, he did douchy things and he did nice things but he's dead as dead and nothing will change that. . .it's just a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised, I'm normally more sympathetic but I lashed out a little at Dr. Evil and he of course said "Do not speak ill of the dead" but I just kept going. No, that wasn't right of me and I'll apologize to him but I think.  .  .I was expecting him to die. I just didn't know when and here it is. Frightening really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen when other people I know eventually pass away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqIXDnn-nqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/uqIXDnn-nqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're in a better place Rooster and found the peace you desperately sought. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8282283568948889415?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8282283568948889415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-not-speak-ill-of-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8282283568948889415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8282283568948889415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-not-speak-ill-of-dead.html' title='Do Not Speak Ill of the Dead'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-5055575670863266125</id><published>2009-09-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:13:45.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Evil'/><title type='text'>Haters to the Left</title><content type='html'>I believe this will be a very venting post for me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you take super-duper long showers and leave the kids and I for hours with no hot water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you spend, spend, spend without thinking about how much you are spending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; call to tell me how late you will be or where you are just as a simple courtesy forcing me to constantly call you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you are rude to me on the phone and tell me you're too busy to talk for 5 seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you never know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;; when you will be home, if you are working or not, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you promise to do things and then never follow through, but jump at the chance to do things for strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; late! You were almost fired from a job for it, you caught taxis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; at another job because of it and you just never go in at a consistent time for this job. Another thing is that it makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; late and folks group me in with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you never spend time with our kids. I have to force you to go to places just to spend time with them. . .you never just say "I'll take them to the park" on your own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you blame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; on your ADD. Lots of people live with all sorts of mental dysfunctions everyday and are still able to lead their lives in a respectable manner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you are rude to my parents. Your family have never done anything for us in all this time and my family have done everything. I am never disrespectful to your family but you act that way constantly with mine. Anytime you're family do a little something for us. . .there are always strings attached.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you eavesdrop on my conversations. My friends hate it too and have told me that. Listen. . .it's my conversation; not yours. I don't eavesdrop on anything you say and put my two cents in constantly. Even worse is that you start shouting at me because you're offended that I'm refusing to listen to your two cents and trying to listen to the person I'm talking to instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you put others first instead of your own family. As I sit here sick wondering why you want to party with people you don't know instead of spending time with your wife and kids. . .but that has always been your choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that even when you have free time. . .you always spend it on your computer. . .you have absolutely no hobbies or interests outside of a computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you have blocked me out of my own computer for years saying that it was necessary because I would wreck it. . .which is obviously not true. As it stands, I still can't download programs I want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; answer any of my emails or calls so I have absolutely no idea if you received them or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Geez. . .I could make this list go on forever o_O HA! I feel a little better now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIoCkk7JY58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/HIoCkk7JY58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-5055575670863266125?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5055575670863266125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/haters-to-left.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5055575670863266125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5055575670863266125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/haters-to-left.html' title='Haters to the Left'/><author><name>newer</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-3786702483346242276</id><published>2009-09-08T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:19:36.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>Cleanliness is next to Godliness</title><content type='html'>Is that the saying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going on a cleaning craze here. . .because let's face. . .I'm a stay-at-home mom. It's my job right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably why I like Mad Men so much. Not the racist stuff. . .mostly the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from washing walls (kid's handprints) to ironing drapes. All for my oldest friends to visit me. This guy right here. . .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SqaiIqJewaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dQzy5TEyBfs/s1600-h/andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SqaiIqJewaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dQzy5TEyBfs/s400/andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165074577342882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this chick right here and that same chick's sister. They actually got me into blogging in the first place - check out there blogs &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SqaiOFHaoMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HOnjI7swk8g/s1600-h/lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SqaiOFHaoMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HOnjI7swk8g/s400/lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379165167715786946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've know them for many, MANY years now. Now Dr. Evil also has LOTS of friends. Probably more than me. I only have to same small group that I still talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my life has diverged greatly in some cases from them. Shared experience can definitely bond people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil is a little jealous that I have pals going back to grade school. He spent most of grade school in Saudi Arabia and didn't really keep in touch with anyone from there. He also spent a lot of time moving around in Canada and never stayed anywhere long enough to build friendships until he got to High School. Boo hoo for him. . .travelling all over the world o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for these folks, I'm hoping to have my haphazard place spotless before they come. No easy task I assure you.  Inbetween my mold-smelling carpet, vomit-stained sofa and mismatched decor I will try my best. Don't even get me started on the &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening-101-or-gddmnfckng-plnts.html"&gt;G*dd*mn garden&lt;/a&gt;!! Now it looks like I've got a nest of bees under my deck and it's out in my backyard that I want to chill with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending time at the Bombay Company. . .I was thinking WOW, this stuff is so nice! Expensive too! Why can't &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.ca/"&gt;HGTV &lt;/a&gt;visit me and hook me up?? In the meantime it will be red and blue pillows and stuff I bought from &lt;a href="http://honesteds.sites.toronto.com/"&gt;Honest Ed's&lt;/a&gt; . . .only the best for my friends :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I have absolutely nothing to blog about. . .Happy Back-to-School :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3786702483346242276?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3786702483346242276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/cleanliness-is-next-to-godliness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3786702483346242276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3786702483346242276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/cleanliness-is-next-to-godliness.html' title='Cleanliness is next to Godliness'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SqaiIqJewaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dQzy5TEyBfs/s72-c/andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-1409673816076432526</id><published>2009-09-02T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:26:31.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><title type='text'>Three's Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sp7G1G9aUuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ltd3FL-VcjE/s1600-h/threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sp7G1G9aUuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ltd3FL-VcjE/s400/threesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376953620830507746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Dr. Evil decided to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;" discuss with me the possibility of getting another wife. I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His argument was that it would be more than beneficial. She could work and help me take care of the kids. I would have someone who could keep me company and that it would not leave me lonely anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I countered with "well, why another wife?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not another man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My argument is; it would make more sense. I would have another man working in the house to provide for us. He could keep me company when you were always gone working. I could easily have children for him. Plus if he was the handy sort he could do all the things you leave like mow the lawn, take out the garbage, hang up my pictures, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that wouldn't work because he is the jealous type. I of course, am not the jealous type so it would work better the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, yes. . .I suppose that could work but there are some things I would like from this person. She would have to live in a separate house because women are territorial over their things. Just can't have some chick coming in trying to re-decorate my place. Also, she could not have any children and would also be content with the fact that she could never have children. He said "well, what if she already had kids?&lt;br /&gt;So I said "then she can't be with me because how would she support &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If this person never had any children, then she would automatically give my children preference instead of having her own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also said "Also, what if this person and I just up and leave you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we had all our needs filled with each other. . .why would we stay with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then mentioned an episode of Big Love to him where one of the characters had three wives and two of the wives left him to be together. When the character wanted to see his kids, they just laughed at him since he was not legally married to either of them and only his first wife. They just packed up and left him and he had no recourse to find them except to get in trouble himself for polygamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil didn't say much after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Dr. Evil decided to ponder his would-be polygamy a bit more ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1409673816076432526?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1409673816076432526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/threes-company.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1409673816076432526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1409673816076432526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/09/threes-company.html' title='Three&apos;s Company'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sp7G1G9aUuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ltd3FL-VcjE/s72-c/threesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-2504541081650400382</id><published>2009-08-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:32:32.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><title type='text'>"Lost Wages"</title><content type='html'>!Warning! Long Photo Post ahead. What I learned in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas means the "The Meadows." It was definitely "green" but mostly due to lots and lots of green cacti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking is pretty much free. . .booze makes people gamble. I'm the exception ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must walk through a casino to get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better have a watch because there are no clocks or windows through any of the casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as "skanky" when you're in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the accent can sound really "hot and sexy" or it can sound "trashy and screeching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White people go wild when Bon Jovi or this song comes on. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPbbHvL8wco&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/HPbbHvL8wco&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; cowboys terrify me. . .it's the brown in me; can't help it. I'm sure they were nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke anywhere you want. . .even in people's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start singing the True Blood theme song to yourself; fellow fans will mob you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only music played is country, blues, serious old-timey, jazz and classic rock music - even at clubs. Apparently the good folks there have never heard of Britney Spears. I also heard this song well over a hundred times when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8uHVVq10B8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/H8uHVVq10B8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents don't care if their kids walk right up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wild" &lt;/span&gt;big horn sheep. Yeesh! As a matter of fact some don't care if you're just sitting at the edge of the Grand Canyon. Not like you can fall or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depite all the attractions I still believe it's a place for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in Las Vegas. . . I'm one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinner&lt;/span&gt; people o_O Opposite George was downright anorexic compared to folks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view is always beautiful. . .no matter where you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go there again in a second. . .although I might go with Dr. Evil next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmynRIC1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/HyW9RiROIMA/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmynRIC1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/HyW9RiROIMA/s400/IMG_4105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214706149657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hualapai House @ Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmncS-uuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OKWOXCL2zuE/s1600-h/IMG_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmncS-uuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OKWOXCL2zuE/s400/IMG_3898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214514226084578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the places I went to for my Bday; these folks sure love Bon Jovi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmmufEK1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LWYYa9_XiNA/s1600-h/IMG_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmmufEK1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LWYYa9_XiNA/s400/IMG_3917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214501928741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The MGM Grand @ Night; very beautiful hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmmLbZjRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/buXkIueLXnI/s1600-h/IMG_4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmmLbZjRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/buXkIueLXnI/s400/IMG_4001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214492518124818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Wynn and The Encore had awesome clubs; Tryst and XS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwmljm5y6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/NcHvVUYVd4o/s1600-h/IMG_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwmljm5y6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/NcHvVUYVd4o/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214481828957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason this Coke Store just fascinated me. . .it was directly across from a Pepsi sign of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmlCh14XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jrrpb87fdgA/s1600-h/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmlCh14XI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jrrpb87fdgA/s400/IMG_4104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214472949358962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the lovely Hualapai Girls was gracious enough to pose for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmPh5F4TI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sJfu6EPdRnw/s1600-h/IMG_4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmPh5F4TI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sJfu6EPdRnw/s400/IMG_4133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214103411253554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Grand Canyon. . .I could have gotten a better shot if I went right to the edge but I was kinda scared too; it is pretty damned deep after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmPPH7DmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sNVJ3WL2qoQ/s1600-h/IMG_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmPPH7DmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/sNVJ3WL2qoQ/s400/IMG_3992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214098373185122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boats @ Treasure Island. Fun for the kids - there's a nightly pirate battle here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmOuBSuKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MHdWvtrYSrE/s1600-h/IMG_4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmOuBSuKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MHdWvtrYSrE/s400/IMG_4057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214089487005858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hoover Dam. . .ummm. . .it's a pretty big dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmN1yhJ3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ft25UNPeTQo/s1600-h/IMG_4086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmN1yhJ3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ft25UNPeTQo/s400/IMG_4086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214074392651634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hualapai believe this is their chief come back in the form of an eagle rock formation. I believe. . .good way to sell stuff ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmNW2xc0I/AAAAAAAAATs/svQXNU07ghk/s1600-h/IMG_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmNW2xc0I/AAAAAAAAATs/svQXNU07ghk/s400/IMG_4143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376214066088997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Colorado River; I was actually in Arizona to see the Grand canyon. Nevada and Arizona's state lines meet @ the Hoover Dam. You learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl2XQiJbI/AAAAAAAAATk/riG0Lqcwl3Q/s1600-h/IMG_3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl2XQiJbI/AAAAAAAAATk/riG0Lqcwl3Q/s400/IMG_3892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213671060055474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New York, New York Casino. . .very cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl1tUxFWI/AAAAAAAAATc/Cc1d7SlClc0/s1600-h/IMG_4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl1tUxFWI/AAAAAAAAATc/Cc1d7SlClc0/s400/IMG_4171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213659803522402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some Big Horn Sheep just chilling in the park eating grass like it weren't no thang. They are also the State animal for Nevada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl1Ef4F9I/AAAAAAAAATU/TIq1wW36FSU/s1600-h/IMG_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl1Ef4F9I/AAAAAAAAATU/TIq1wW36FSU/s400/IMG_3899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213648844265426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Excalibur Hotel. Liked their themed dragon, folklore, myth shops. It's also where I saw the fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.thunderfromdownunder.com/#/home"&gt;"Thunder From Down Under" &lt;/a&gt;on my Bday. Crikey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl0rv_yJI/AAAAAAAAATM/BPuJ3jwMu_8/s1600-h/IMG_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl0rv_yJI/AAAAAAAAATM/BPuJ3jwMu_8/s400/IMG_4022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213642200991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a Sex and the City fan so I had to take the pic. I'm sure the guy thought I was weird but that store was completely empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl0L0sdXI/AAAAAAAAATE/ns7tHAiVj0c/s1600-h/IMG_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Spwl0L0sdXI/AAAAAAAAATE/ns7tHAiVj0c/s400/IMG_3942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213633630762354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Paris Hotel around the middle of the strip. . .very lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwldgAHtZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kA0Lz8VIp7M/s1600-h/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwldgAHtZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kA0Lz8VIp7M/s400/IMG_4046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213243910403474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a stunning place; so lively and vibrant. . .loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwldCMsWPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/htantWOGWMs/s1600-h/IMG_4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwldCMsWPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/htantWOGWMs/s400/IMG_4247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213235910072562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Luxor Hotel @ night. . .my crummy digital camera didn't catch it that well but it was just fantastic. I saw &lt;a href="http://www.bodiestheexhibition.com/"&gt;the Bodies Exhibit&lt;/a&gt; in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwlcikjCdI/AAAAAAAAASs/vi-nTI22xko/s1600-h/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwlcikjCdI/AAAAAAAAASs/vi-nTI22xko/s400/IMG_4200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213227420191186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My view every morning. The whole valley surrounded by beautiful mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwlcKpSKtI/AAAAAAAAASk/XHReXGDqdFI/s1600-h/IMG_4215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwlcKpSKtI/AAAAAAAAASk/XHReXGDqdFI/s400/IMG_4215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213220997606098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went to see Cirque du Soleil's KA @ the MGM Grand. Superb show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwlbnKL-SI/AAAAAAAAASc/0nRAg2tRSaM/s1600-h/IMG_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwlbnKL-SI/AAAAAAAAASc/0nRAg2tRSaM/s400/IMG_3890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376213211471935778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lion statue outside of the MGM Grand. . .the entire place was just so brilliant. Gotta recommend it to everyone I know. . .well worth the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/501061238844450447-2504541081650400382?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/2504541081650400382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-wages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2504541081650400382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2504541081650400382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-wages.html' title='&quot;Lost Wages&quot;'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SpwmynRIC1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/HyW9RiROIMA/s72-c/IMG_4105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-8983758655928278241</id><published>2009-08-16T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:53:06.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Heat!</title><content type='html'>Will be on hiatus. . .see ya folks :) Enjoy the rest of your summer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8983758655928278241?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8983758655928278241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-heat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8983758655928278241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8983758655928278241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-heat.html' title='Sweet Heat!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8200407210372856006</id><published>2009-08-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:41:34.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic movies'/><title type='text'>Meh!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this month is almost over! I'm gonna have to start taking the kids back to school next month. . .aaarrrgghhh! It means getting up super early again o_O Well, if you get something for free(not really free because I pay and arm and leg in taxes) then there can be no bellyaching about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the weather is looking up. I hope to have at least a few fun-filled weekends before summer is completely up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a slacker of late. I was feeling in a funk again. I tried to suppress it. . .but it's difficult to do sometimes. To remedy my situation I've been watching LOTS of romance movies. I especially liked &lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?v=G6KHF23X"&gt;The Namesake&lt;/a&gt;, I think I cried about 5 times through that movie. My least favourite was &lt;a href="http://www.megavideo.com/?v=2T68SC75"&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;/a&gt;. . .that movie just plain sucked! How did that win an award over Saving Private Ryan???!!! It's only saving grace was having Colin Firth in it and he was the villain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rundown of movies I've watched. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;Girl with a Pearl Earring&lt;br /&gt;The Namesake&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue my sojourn into romance movies. . .does anyone have good ones to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the kiddles are really enjoying this weather. I filled up their pool (finally!) the other day and they just stayed outside for hours. By time I got them inside, gave them dinner and showered them; they were falling asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened yesterday. I took them outside and I was wondering why it was so quiet when I was on the phone with Opposite George. I looked up and told her " Girl, they done knock out again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they went outside again and Dr. Evil went to check on them. He said that they were sleeping on the loungers outside o_O That just means I'll have a heck of a time getting them to sleep tonight. I'll assume it's a growth spurt. . .that and their sudden huge appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, ROMANCE.  .  .wish I had some of that o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SoReCCWQqfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v3_WO9yE3Lk/s1600-h/the_romantic_couple_bh19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SoReCCWQqfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v3_WO9yE3Lk/s400/the_romantic_couple_bh19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369520044815460850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8200407210372856006?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8200407210372856006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/meh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8200407210372856006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8200407210372856006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/meh.html' title='Meh!'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SoReCCWQqfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v3_WO9yE3Lk/s72-c/the_romantic_couple_bh19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-1465135829916127292</id><published>2009-08-08T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:24:45.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadmau5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Deadmau5</title><content type='html'>I only have that title up because their my new favourite group. I have their songs posted below. I'm not sure what their category is. Dance? Trance? Whatever it is . . .I'm really groovin' on it. Also, since it's said Dead &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mouse&lt;/span&gt; they are my partners against my mortal enemy! That's right. . .I use the word groovin' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from Marineland today. Pretty fun.  .  .helps that we planned the trip better. Packed a wheeling cooler full of food and got up earlier. Although we didn't leave as early as I wanted to leave. . .that's okay. Still go into the park a full half hour earlier than the last time I went o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story. There was an italian woman with a bunch of kids older than mine and all of them were acting rowdy and fighting each other. She kept telling them to knock it off or this is the last ride they were going on. They started yelling at her "no, they wanted to go on the other rides!" So she answered them back without batting an eyelash. "Oh don't worry, I got the best ride for you kids. . .it's the one in the parking lot with four wheels. . .it's called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;car ride home&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look away to stop from bursting out with laughter. . .zing! Parent - 1 Kids - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's was nice to be out. I hate watching the summer pass me by without me doing anything. . .I know the funds don't allow it but I know that in the winter I'll simply hibernate. If I didn't go to school with the girls. . .I would just be in all day. Which reminds me, I need better winter clothes. The useless garments I call winter clothing are strictly meant for the cocoon that Toronto seems to be wrapped in. I always thought Dr. Evil was joking but ever since I moved here I've experienced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; canadian winter! I'll need to bundle up before the leaves start to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, enjoyed my True Blood and happy that my Mad Men is coming back soon. Just have to wait eons before I can watch Lost again. I really like True Blood. I think the story is terrific. The character are flawed. They have vices with sex, drugs and booze. I actually hate the main characters Bill and Sookie. . .I find them really annoying. Then I think. . .that's pretty good. Making a telepath and vampire so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;. Humans are annoying and flawed. Unlike the characters in Twilight who are perfect so to speak. They hunt animals and have chaste kisses with their human lovers. Ecccchh!&lt;br /&gt;As Beel from True Blood said (about Edward Cullen from Twilight)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's a pussy! He's the Slim-Fast, Diet Coke of vampires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well said Bill. . .well said.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQTedx7l8wg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/ZQTedx7l8wg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNTpgxtEc08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/QNTpgxtEc08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House Music? Whatever. . .it's sweeet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTcopp-mpmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/YTcopp-mpmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-1465135829916127292?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1465135829916127292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/deadmau5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1465135829916127292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1465135829916127292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/deadmau5.html' title='Deadmau5'/><author><name>newer</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-996584182944909257</id><published>2009-08-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:41:27.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caribana'/><title type='text'>An. . .Eventful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SnyDQ17RM-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PNbPJtRbosU/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SnyDQ17RM-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PNbPJtRbosU/s400/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367309181295604706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since all the &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt; kids&lt;/a&gt; are doing it. . .here's my Caribana 2009 rundown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After ten years. . .waiting to go to Caribana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Evil says he has to work. . .still waiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assume I'm not going since it's Saturday @ 2:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, get on the road to Toronto. . .only to miss our exit and take an hour to get back to where we just came from&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Park several major streets away and start walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally arrive at around 4 and everyone I know is leaving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time there until 8 and leave because families are gone and only the rowdy folks are left&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$25 for 3 pieces of BBQ CHICKEN?!?! (Kissing Teeth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get up and attend Hut Like Peppa Picnic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run into younger cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan a night clubbing during Caribana. . .also, have not done that in 10 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clearly, the drinking abilitly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; does not&lt;/span&gt; run in the family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up with a pounding headache. . .spend the day very disorganized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, make it to sibling's house and the kiddies have some fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End up staying in Toronto until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; when Dr. Evil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; comes to pick me up o_O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend most of today sleeping and finally catching up on True Blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marineland tomorrow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah. . .maybe I'll skip Caribana next year o_O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-996584182944909257?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/996584182944909257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/eventful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/996584182944909257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/996584182944909257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/08/eventful-weekend.html' title='An. . .Eventful Weekend'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SnyDQ17RM-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PNbPJtRbosU/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-7899056864900272354</id><published>2009-07-31T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:13:03.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><title type='text'>Trying something out. . .</title><content type='html'>I shall be wholly internet free for the next couple of days. Wish me  luck as I attempt to push past thousands of stush West Indians just like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new &lt;a href="http://greenorita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bloggity Blog Blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stuff I find fun or interesting. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7899056864900272354?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7899056864900272354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-something-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7899056864900272354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7899056864900272354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-something-out.html' title='Trying something out. . .'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-4244461118684231471</id><published>2009-07-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:20:50.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wholphin'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>An Updatish randomish post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gardening again. . .my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favourite &lt;/span&gt;thing to do. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil finally mowed down most of the jungle that had become our backyard and I can actually see the swing set now. I took those heavy clippers and nicked most of the giant spawning plants. With the rain and the monster plants, I honestly began to think that I was somewhere tropical cutting through the bush. Dr. Evil said he really wants a cutlass (machete) so that he can hack his way through everything. I can certainly agree with him as our yard is some kind of monsoon season, bugs everywhere, out of control plants that need to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chopped the f**k down&lt;/span&gt;!!! Forgive my language kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while attempting to make the front lawn less ugly. . .it will still be ugly. . . we're just trying to make it less so. Dr. Evil and I are trying to put the plastic stripping down to create a definitive border because clean and orderly lines is the Canuck way to do things. Well, every so often while putting the shovel or garden claw in . . .it goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clunk&lt;/span&gt;! Lo and behold we found that underneath our dirt was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chunks&lt;/span&gt; of concrete and brick. Not small chunks. . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Large ones&lt;/span&gt;!! So now a job that should have just taken a couple of hours is taking a couple of days. I would dearly like to ask the previous owner what compelled him to throw dirt on top of a border that was already there. . .jacka**! I'm glad it rained though. . .it will make the digging a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news in my life. . .Opposite George will kill me because I haven't called her in over a week. It is the equivalent of abandoning my soul mate so I will rectify this as soon as possible. The main reason for this slight is because I've been out doing the g*dd*mn gardening all the freakin' time. She will not understand this. . .because she is my jealous girlfriend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJL is getting married! YAY!! I love weddings and this was probably my only chance to attend a Jewish Lesbian wedding but alas. . .my heart is broken because I won't be able to go. So never in my life will I get to say that I got to attend a Big Jewish Lesbian, woe is me :(  It sounds like it will be really nice. . .held on the waterfront in a mansion. At least Dr. Evil gets to go. I'm fairly sure though that I'm the only one out of that mutual group of friends that she invited. I'm still sorry that the exes couldn't be friends. . .but hey. . .hurt feelings are hurt feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon-to-be-divorcee took me out for Japanese yesterday. I took it upon myself to call her since I think she got the hint that I needed some alone time during the weekends. . .mostly so that I could walk around naked. Turns out now that she will not be soon-to-be-divorcee since her and significant other will be getting back together. Hope they can make work this time especially for their son; I'll also have to find a new name for her. Dr. Evil watched all the kiddles for us while we went out and he just told me "Man, that kid just behaves so bad!" He then itemized to me a list of disciplinary actions he had to take to get him to behave. I simply told him. . ."yeah, I know." I already know first-hand it's not easy to rein in two and three year- olds but it gets especially hard when you just don't care to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the kids; they're doing pretty good. Thing One is not healed yet but she's getting there. I'm able to take her outside and I have been for the past couple of days while I've been gardening. Heck, I even finally got to use my Barbeque and I did them up some burgers and hot dogs. Since I haven't barbequed in well. . .years. . .I forgot how easy it was and how delicious food turned out. I had done up some huge triple A steaks the other day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the twins to Marineland and it's just as boring as I remembered it to be. Even more so now because I found out the Killer Whales don't perform anymore. I didn't watch the show when I was there but since I have a season pass to go the next I'm there I'll see how they changed the show up. I liked seeing the belugas though. . .it seemed like they were showing off to us. The trainers were nice. We asked them about a billion questions regarding everything and anything about the killer whales. She must have thought I was weird though when I asked her if the whales could mate with other species of whales and I referenced a mule and liger. She kindly told me that it was not a weird question and that in Hawaii there was a Wholphin. A Killer whale was housed with a female dolphin and they had offspring. I'm still sure she thought I was some kind of freak for asking her that. o_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wholphin. . .yeah. . .freaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SnB2RmOdFII/AAAAAAAAAQg/wTcbC0QmPqk/s1600-h/wholphin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SnB2RmOdFII/AAAAAAAAAQg/wTcbC0QmPqk/s400/wholphin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363917200889287810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-4244461118684231471?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/4244461118684231471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4244461118684231471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4244461118684231471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day!'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SnB2RmOdFII/AAAAAAAAAQg/wTcbC0QmPqk/s72-c/wholphin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5834691815668916488</id><published>2009-07-23T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:20:16.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title type='text'>Quiz Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="3022ca0949158d67fe6aa760f251ad22" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Getting to know you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Relative posted this on Facebook. . .so I decided to reprint it here and annoy you instead of my facebook friends :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 10:00 a.m. (In my defense I stayed up late watching &lt;a href="http://www.starz.com/originals/PartyDown"&gt;Party Down&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak? medium - rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?  Ugh. . Knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? That's a tough one . . .I guess the Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?  On the coast of somewhere tropical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast? Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?  Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?  &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_14979_6-most-terrifying-foods-in-world.html"&gt;Anything weird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Place to Eat?  I don't really have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Favorite dressing? Sundried Tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?  Honda CRV - don't do a lot of driving though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes? Anything casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? India or Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full ?  I'm a realist. . .it's a glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire? I'd want to retire somewhere clean and quiet; here in Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day? Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?  Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Figure skating (does that count as a sport?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you love the one you're with? Most of the time. . .but I'd leave him for Wolverine and he knows that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the freakiest place you've done "it"? Ummm. . .the bathroom at the Sheraton. . .Lakeshore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you naughty or nice? A little of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird watcher? With binoculars and that stuff; nope. Just sitting around and seeing who flies by. . .yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?  Morning, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets?  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? I'm going to Vegas baby :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little? A vet or animal trainer of some sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory? ummm. . .don't have any good childhood memories but I when I was 14 I went to the Star Trek exhibit. . .that was pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?  neither. . .maybe more cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married? Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt? Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?  Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves? Too many to list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Ground beef, Italian Sausage &amp;amp; Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Flower?  Peace Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream? Cookies &amp;amp; Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?  Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Three times. . .Fourth time's a charm o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email? Opposite George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?  Wal-mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Nope. . .those days get to the wayside when you have the kiddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job? Yeah. . .involves lots of cleaning and wiping butts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?  Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation? Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?Lalalallleeesssaaa; out for Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?  Pinky Dinky Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite color?Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have? 1 but if I had funds I'd have more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What's the wildest thing you've ever done? Umm. . .stripped?! Drinking too much at my birthday?! Hmmm. . .that's a hard one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz? 11:16 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Coffee Drinker? Sometimes. . .Vanilla Hazlenut. . .ahgahgahgahg :)&lt;br /&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/501061238844450447-5834691815668916488?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5834691815668916488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5834691815668916488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5834691815668916488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz Time!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8809142991471181568</id><published>2009-07-22T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:46:59.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SmeIwxAT_0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8KZ_D9GgJ3g/s1600-h/sun_with_cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SmeIwxAT_0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8KZ_D9GgJ3g/s400/sun_with_cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361404252777611074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. Now of course I don't have much to complain about. Cool and rainy weather doesn't bother me so much but it would be nice to have at least a couple sunny days. This is mostly because, even though I have a deck there is shade of covering on it of any sort and I would like to sit outside even if the weather is wet. Mostly because I would like some fresh air as staying in constantly tends to, of course make one depressed and Vitamin D deficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt; some&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt; folks&lt;/a&gt; are very upset that the weather hasn't gotten any better because it's the end of july and there really is only one more month of summer left before leaves start falling off trees and all that jazz. Well, I think I'm on the verge of agreeing with them. . .some sun would be nice. . .o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8809142991471181568?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8809142991471181568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8809142991471181568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8809142991471181568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SmeIwxAT_0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8KZ_D9GgJ3g/s72-c/sun_with_cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6149353991527708999</id><published>2009-07-19T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:23:48.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a shout-out post to Lalalallleeesssaaa's baby girl who is another year older today. Boy, how time flies. At the time I was getting married, one of my best friends was going to become a mother. You see folks like us are totally into doing things at an early age ;) As I recall, my good friend looked like she hadn't gained any weight and that she had simply stuffed a basketball under her shirt. Well, that basketball came out. A mini-version of my friend; pink and all but with nicer hair:)                                                                                                                                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SmMd_ZqGHcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BVyKWoJ4Ivk/s1600-h/LisaSimpson.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SmMd_ZqGHcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BVyKWoJ4Ivk/s400/LisaSimpson.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360160956557434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lil' LISA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/501061238844450447-6149353991527708999?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6149353991527708999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6149353991527708999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6149353991527708999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Girl'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SmMd_ZqGHcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BVyKWoJ4Ivk/s72-c/LisaSimpson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-8558708104365435517</id><published>2009-07-16T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:46:20.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary . . .to me! HA!</title><content type='html'>Well, my anniversary wasn't today; it was actually on Monday. Yuppers, July 13th is when Dr. Evil and I hung out at City Hall 7 years ago and made things all legal-like. Good thing too because we had been living in sin there for quite a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very surprising to me how much can change from the time I was 21 to 28. It really doesn't seem that it's been as long as that. I went from having not much of anything when I was 21 to meeting and having a boyfriend, a college education and two very cute munchkins in a house bigger than I thought I'd ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about that what if? scenario. What if I had gone ahead with my plan of moving to the middle of nowhere to get a job. What if I had never me Dr. Evil or decided to keep that job instead of going to college? What if I had decided to not have kids? Boy, it would certainly be a VERY different life. . .that's for sure. Too bad I can't have one of those machines that shows you what would have happened in an alternative life; that would quite a novelty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I guess I'm happy with what I picked out for myself. Dr. Evil and I spent our anniversary watching Event Horizon and eating the cheapest possible food (taco bell - well, we're broke whaddya expect!). We did this at around 11 at night because Dr. Evil had to work super late as usual. I spent most of my day talking to my soulmate. . .Opposite George. . .we have an understanding ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as wonder what life might have been like it things were different. . .that's fine, because the reality is pretty damned good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. . .TO MEEEEEEEE! HA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8558708104365435517?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8558708104365435517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-anniversary-to-me-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8558708104365435517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8558708104365435517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-anniversary-to-me-ha.html' title='Happy Anniversary . . .to me! HA!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-3392907774806985817</id><published>2009-07-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:31:56.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in my Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sli9VCN1LII/AAAAAAAAAPw/AWy2Y7fU2nc/s1600-h/pegasus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sli9VCN1LII/AAAAAAAAAPw/AWy2Y7fU2nc/s200/pegasus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357239925826989186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah, I saw these at the circus. . .it was trippy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get a bit of a song stuck in your head and for the life of you, you can't remember it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that happens to me very frequently. Mostly because I'm getting old and nostalgic. . .I want to be able to find the music that I used to listen too and enjoy. This song that got stuck in my head I knew was a Michael Jackson song that I really loved but just could not remember it. I could hum it but I just couldn't get the words in. I would hear brief clips of it on montages that CNN, and CBC and those other stations would play when talking about him  but they would never play it enough that I could hear what the title of the song was!! It was grating on my nerves that I couldn't remember it because I associated a good memory with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure it was the song that was playing when I went to my first wedding when I was around 7 or 8. Now those of you who know me . . .know that I LOVE weddings. I enjoy every aspect of them. I would go out of my way to attend one. I think they are a great celebration of love and the little details involved always tell me a bit about the couple. Elegant weddings, party weddings, last-minute weddings. . .yup, I love them all!! This wedding I went to was the first wedding of my cousin and it was a very 80's, princess, party, extravagant affair. They were playing this song and I really loved it. . .so having this happy memory. . .I wanted the song to go with it so that it could help me remember more about what happened. For some reason. . .songs make me remember things more fully. A time in my life or a specific memory. . .some songs will just make me do a total recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had given up trying to find this song. I spent so much time searching through Michael Jackson songs to find it but well. . .it's g*ddamned Michael Jackson. . .he's got HUNDREDS of songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings me to my second part here. For the first time ever I went to the circus. The Shrine circus specifically. It was great. . .I loved the performers and the animals. I think the girls were expecting to see lions but there were only dogs, horses and elephants. Mind you, those animals were great performers. I loved the acrobats and there were plenty of those. I was wondering if all the adults were as pervy as me when watching them. . .but hey, those were some good-looking trapeze artists ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, halfway into the flying horses act. . .THEY PLAYED THE SONG!!! I so wanted to squeal "OHMIGOSH, IT'S MY SONG!!!" but seeing how I was front row and center I didn't think that would be a good idea. Also, I'll have to remember not to listen to my parents and sit somewhere that the spotlight will constantly be on me. Thing 2 fell asleep during the second half and everyone under the big top could see us while the clowns were literally two feet away performing in front of us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;, I was dressed pretty crummy and not wearing make-up. . .but they played the damn song. . .and that was important!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally remembered everything about the wedding and as I was enjoying the glittery horses flying past I vowed to remember what that song was. So naturally, by the time I had gotten home. . .I had forgotten it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning though I had a vague dream about attending the wedding and the song playing . . the only words I remembered were "can't stop." So I googled Michael Jackson and "can't stop" and I finally found the song that I have been humming every day for a while now. Thank you internet and google!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall listen to it about a hundred times since I was so excited to find it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eA618iiPV10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eA618iiPV10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-3392907774806985817?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3392907774806985817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3392907774806985817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3392907774806985817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck in my Head'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sli9VCN1LII/AAAAAAAAAPw/AWy2Y7fU2nc/s72-c/pegasus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-4656345255674722444</id><published>2009-07-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:09:39.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>So how's Summer going for you?</title><content type='html'>Well for me. . .very boring. Inbetween not having any vitality and no funds. Yeah. . .pretty damned boring. . .at this point. . .it wasn't much different than winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just doesn't seem to be that much free stuff to do anymore. I called up the rec centre and they said it was $15 to go swimming for one time and the pass is $35. I was like "what the H*LL!" I have to pay to go to a public pool here???!!!! No wonder so many of my neighbours have their own pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side I'm getting my vitality back. Managed to get my place to at least an upgraded condition after the wrath of Dr. Evil was placed upon it. Still have a ways to go. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I will now have to invest in an expensive lawnmower. I attempted to mow my lawn but since the grass now reaches my waist I can no longer do it with my pushmower. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; hoped Dr. Evil would have done it in the time that I was laid up but since he did not I don't have a choice about it since my yard currently looks like a jungle and is unusable. So I will take funds I don't have to proceed with this matter. . .and because I'm more than a little ticked off I've informed Dr. Evil that he gets his wish; the one he constantly kept harping to me about. Now he has all the gardening to himself. I will no longer do it. . .AT ALL!! He can go out and get it done to his heart's content and if it grows too long than it will be completely his responsibility. One less thing for me to worry about is good stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my passport today. . .yippee!! Unfortunately my picture makes me look like some oldie indian aunty. It also appears that I have no neck in the picture. When I was telling Opposite George this she began laughing so hard she started to choke. I saw pictures of the resort we were going to be staying at. It's very pretty. It has a man-made beach on it. I only wish I was going sometime when it was colder because I could probably use it then. As Opposite George put it I absolutely should go since I often sounded like I was having a mental breakdown. I don't doubt that she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my only regret this summer is that I won't be able to plan a great housewarming party. I'm of the schooling that if I can't do it properly than just don't bother doing it. I really wanted to so I could have a way of seeing everyone I haven't seen in a long time. Ah well . . .whenever the funds permit. . .maybe in 5 years??!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're summer is going splendidly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Dance Music to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nz-CZzFzFeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/nz-CZzFzFeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI0JcnOnkzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/uI0JcnOnkzs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-4656345255674722444?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/4656345255674722444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-hows-summer-going-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4656345255674722444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4656345255674722444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-hows-summer-going-for-you.html' title='So how&apos;s Summer going for you?'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-4896034497606116859</id><published>2009-07-08T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:40:00.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title type='text'>Fun Quizzy Time :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINESE HOROSCOPE:&lt;br /&gt;THE YEAR OF THE IRON DRAGON, WISHING YOU PROSPERITY AND GOOD FORTUNE IN THE CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS - DO NOT CHEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 3 MINUTES - TRY THIS - IT WILL FREAK YOU OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GAME HAS A FUNNY / CREEPY OUTCOME. DO NOT READ AHEAD, JUST DO IT. IT TAKES ABOUT 3 MINUTES - WORTH A TRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. Get PEN and PAPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. WHEN CHOOSING NAMES, MAKE SURE THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE THAT YOU &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACTUALLY KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd. GO WITH YOUR &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIRST INSTINCTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; !!!!! It's very important for good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th. SCROLL DOWN ONE LINE AT THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;DON`T READ AHEAD OTHERWISE YOU WILL RUIN THE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a blank sheet of paper, WRITE NUMBERS 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through 11 in a COLUMN on the LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESIDE the NUMBERS 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, WRITE DOWN ANY&lt;br /&gt;2 NUMBERS YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESIDE the NUMBERS 3 &amp;amp; 7 , WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS&lt;br /&gt;OF THE OPPOSITE SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK AHEAD or IT WILL NOT TURN OUT RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE ANYONE'S NAME (like FRIENDS or FAMILY. ...) next to 4, 5, &amp;amp; 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON`T CHEAT OR YOU`LL BE UPSET THAT YOU DID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8, 9, 10, &amp;amp; 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE YOU READY?&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS THE&lt;br /&gt;KEY TO THE GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NUMBER of PEOPLE YOU MUST TELL ABOUT THIS GAME is found in&lt;br /&gt;SPACE 2 (obviously you don't have to do this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THE PERSON IN SPACE 3 IS THE ONE YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your relationship CANNOT WORK is in SPACE 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CARE MOST about t he PERSON you put in SPACE 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5 IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS YOU VERY WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERSON YOU NAMED IN 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS YOUR &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LUCKY STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;THE SONG IN 8 IS THE SONG THAT MATCHES WITH THE PERSON IN NUMBER 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TITLE IN 9 IS THE SONG FOR THE PERSON IN 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 10TH SPACE IS THE SONG THAT TELLS YOU MOST ABOUT YOUR MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND 11 IS THE SONG TELLING HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1 IS YOUR LUCKY NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Dr. Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Laalaaleeesssaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Opposite George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Sibling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Lady in my Life - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Can't Stop - Jacksoul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Human Nature - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything is everything - Lauryn Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I didn't cheat and this was my list; ummmm. . .a bit eerie . . .lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-4896034497606116859?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/4896034497606116859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-quizzy-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4896034497606116859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4896034497606116859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-quizzy-time.html' title='Fun Quizzy Time :)'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-1048577040377604925</id><published>2009-07-07T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:21:54.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>So here's my random/updatish post. Think I really needed one since I haven't posted in a while anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the kiddles are doing well. Little burn victim's wounds are healing up. Not quite gone yet but getting there so I've been able to take her outside. That helped because my lawn was about a foot long in the front. Since Dr. Evil wasn't going to do it, I got to work. Too bad I'm not ready to tackle the monstrosity that is now my backyard. Hopefully, I'll be able to do so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my energy back. Slowly but surely. My place is looking a little disaster-ish so I've got my work cut out for me to return it to the norm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; used to as opposed to the norm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he's&lt;/span&gt; used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem too ill anymore. It might have also been because I discovered I have another mouse in my house. As, I unfortunately found out when I moved in, I'm allergic to mice. I become lethargic, unable to breathe and I break out in skin rashes. Having never been allergic to anything in my life. . .this was pretty alarming to me. So from now on the mice are my mortal nemesis. I think it's about time I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning a trip to Marineland. The twins keep seeing the commercial and every single time ask me if we can go. In fact, if they even hear it. . .they dash off running to see it. Marineland to me is meh. . .a glorified aquarium really. Since the girls want to go though I've taken some of our airmiles to get their ridiculously priced passes. Well I should be going in about two weeks. . .since that's how long it will take the damn passes to arrive. Who wants to go with??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out recently and saw someone I used to have a huge crush on. It was very weird seeing the person. As far as I was concerned this person looked just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrific&lt;/span&gt;. And here I was. . .looking ummm. . .not decidedly so. It was one of those moments when I wished I was looked really bangin'. I don't often get those moments since I've never really been overly insecure but at that moment I really wished I looked hot too. Ah well. . .maybe it should be a good motivator for me. So in case I ever saw this person again or anyone else I ever feel that way about I'll be able to not have that envy thing happen. Yup, sometimes that envy is a good motivator ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mortal enemy as seen below. . .I was always a Bugs kinda gal anyways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SlPWzUThLuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wHzbHjrjw_Y/s1600-h/344px-Mickey_Mouse_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SlPWzUThLuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wHzbHjrjw_Y/s200/344px-Mickey_Mouse_svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355860558985899746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1048577040377604925?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1048577040377604925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1048577040377604925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1048577040377604925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SlPWzUThLuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wHzbHjrjw_Y/s72-c/344px-Mickey_Mouse_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-283779202379895130</id><published>2009-06-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:52:25.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>Bleecch!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's pretty much how I feel. I know I haven't posted for awhile but it's for the very reason that I feel like absolute and utter crap and I've felt like that for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up my symptoms, it could be anything from blood pressure to diabetes. I went in for blood tests yesterday and hopefully it will be something that I can remedy easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After conversing with my doctor he says that besides having to lose weight it shouldn't be anything serious. Well, considering that quite a few young people I know are getting old people diseases is nothing new. It's not like they tested all what would happen from us ingesting all that &lt;a href="http://www.shirleys-wellness-cafe.com/bgh.htm"&gt;growth hormone&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully, our kiddies won't get the same raw deal that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Opposite George for instance, has kidney disease and she's the healthiest person I know. Never touches junk food or fizzy drinks. In fact, her doctors kept diagnosing her improperly because they just couldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; someone her age and in her health could be sick. Now she has to take medication for the rest of her life. I know other friends who have had everything from stress attacks to holes in their hearts. Even my good buddy Griz, who should by all accounts been healthy was struck down in his prime but thankfully he's bounced back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say. . .what the hell is going on?? I honestly don't think I should know of people my age getting sick with serious illnesses. I assure you it's not hubris about being young, the rules just don't seem to apply anymore. I expect to get struck in my 40's or 50's, certainly not in my 20's and 30's. That seems to be the trend though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a crapload more I could say about that but I'm already feeling light-headed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling sad about MJ. I guess because it looks like nobody honoured him properly. That BET tribute sucked. I wasn't the greatest fan. Around the 90's though I just got struck with Mike fever and went out and bought all his anthology cd's and of course Thriller. I was kinda ticked off that I had to buy thriller because it cost me $27.00 which I thought was kinda high for a cd that came out when I was born but I bought it anyways. Well, what can I say. . . that cd was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/36717312.html"&gt;one person's opinion&lt;/a&gt;, it's pretty long but I have to agree with his points. Whether you liked him or not, the man &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; music. He was and always be an ICON. Highlighted if you're a tl;dr type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week many of us have sat in seething anger as news show after news show and pundit after pundit have been granted large platforms and an abundance of air time to come and trash Michael Jackson. I’m not talking about raising a couple of controversial issues here and there, but some of the folks who have been dragged out the sewer with the express purpose of going all out not to just smash on MJ, but to do so in such away that it would hurt us. It was like some diabolical mind sat in a room and said ‘Here’s how you can really totally demoralize &lt;strike&gt;Black&lt;/strike&gt; folks-take the biggest icon and treat him like shit while the body is still warm’ Watching the coverage of Michael Jackson on many of these mainstream news outlets has me wondering if MJ did something personal to some of them.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, OJ Simpson got and gets better treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if it was just a Michael thing most of us wouldn’t care. Most of us would keep it moving and call it a day, but MJ’s music was the soundtrack for so many people around the world and for a variety of generations from the late 60s up to the 90s and beyond. Jackson’s videos, music, concerts all had deep meaning-and because of that we hoped that the criticism would be toned down and the hatred would be put away for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m old enough to remember when Beatles’s legend John Lennon was shot and I don’t recall such hatred and long winded conversations about his drug use or anything like that. Right wing nutcases who found him to be this anti-war subversive figure dialed down their rhetoric and Lennon was allowed to be seen as this popular worldwide icon who impacted the lives of a generation of Baby Boomers. People understood with the passing of Lennon was the passing of an important era for millions of people and so his memory was treated with respect and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Elvis Presley the King of Rock died, even though he was a drug abuser and about 300 pounds over weight &lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt; at the time of his death, the tributes paid to him were stupendous. He was seen as royalty and people rightfully recognized that his persona and music meant a lot to a grieving nation. People dialed back the critiques. The Elvis who symbolized an era and exemplified several generations of music lovers was much bigger then the Elvis who one could trash all day and so space to properly grieve was created.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such respect has been given to Michael Joseph Jackson. And too be honest in today’s climate of ‘gotcha’ media one shouldn’t be surprised. We shouldn’t be shocked but for many the hurt is there and damage done. Its hard to avoid. There are many commentators and pundits who I will never respect again because they went there and gave no room for a nation to grieve and reflect on the meaning of man who meant so much to so so many over the past 3 decades. As I said earlier, these folks seemed to be a part of a much larger game plan where psychological warfare is at play.&lt;br /&gt;Enter BET-Black Entertainment Television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://fr.tinypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2v3n0ag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (Sunday June 28th) , all eyes turned to the Viacom owned music TV network as many of us perhaps naively hoped that those running the ship would use their platforms and immense reach to correct the wrongs we saw within the mainstream. After all, Michael Jackson helped put Viacom (MTV) on the map. I just knew CEO Sumner Redstone would see to it that one of his properties which has become the worldwide symbol for pop culture and music would ‘do this right’. All of wondered what sort of surprise Viacom/ BET would put forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to last night’s event the rumors were circulating. We heard Chris Brown was going to do a tribute with Usher as part of his comeback. We heard Justin Timberlake was coming in to do a special routine. We heard Beyonce had changed her routine around. We heard some of the Jacksons themselves were going to be there. (We later saw father Joe Jackson and sister Janet Jackson who left us in tears when she finally took the stage) The word was BET was gonna deliver and deliver big and deliver like only BET can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already knew BET was scheduled to pay tribute to the O Jays and so one figured they were already in the zone. Perhaps the O Jays themselves would set the tone having known MJ and coming from that important era in our history where music and social causes all merged together. Who better then the O Jays to say a few words and put a grieving nation at ease.&lt;strong&gt; We figured some icons from the Motown era would be on hand last night to say a few words-Diana Ross, Barry Gordy, Quincy Jones, Gladys Knight, Stevie Wonder, Harry Belafonte, Smokey Robinson etc would maybe come on board-not to perform, but to offer up their own insights and share in the tribute/ celebration for Michael Jackson. And if they couldn’t show up in person because everything was so sudden and so last minute then Viacom with its worldwide reach and set ups in every country on planet Earth could’ve sent a camera crew to Timbuktu if needed and get some insightful words from the aforementioned and beyond.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought every record industry executive from Clive Davis to Tommy Motolato the people who run the Grammies to Bono from U2 on down would’ve been on hand to say a few words and talk about how Michael Jackson saved their industry. We thought we would’ve heard more about the charities he so generously gave to over the years so folks would better understand that he was more than the white glove and moon walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured there’d be pictures, vintage footage and a somber moment of silence for Michael Jackson. Did we have a moment of silence last night- I may have missed it? All I know is we wanted more for our ‘King’. This was our true king when it came to pop culture and music. As I mentioned so many of us were grieving, so many of us felt like we were being assaulted, so we really looked to BET- Black Entertainment Television to rise to the occasion in ways we had never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson was not some beefing rapper from the streets who got shot over some petty nonsense. He wasn’t having a war of words with 50 Cent, Rick Ross, Suge Knight or some other artist. He wasn’t some Johnny come lately who had one or two hit songs and that’s it. He was Michael Jackson-worldwide icon and when he died in spite of controversary or what me and you may have thought about him, the music world needed to stop. All the stops needed to be pulled out. &lt;/strong&gt;When John Lennon died the world stopped. It came to a halt. I was in school and we suspended our lessons to talk about John Lennon. When Elvis died the world stopped. All hands were on deck. People cancelled whatever they were doing and they flew to where ever they needed to go to to pay homage. When 2Pac and Notorious BIG died the music world stopped. We suspended our programming on the radio station for two days as family friends and whoever flew in to honor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point in referencing that scenario is that with the death of Michael Jackson and all eyes on the BET Awards show owned by the biggest music network in the world and one of the biggest media companies in the world, this should’ve damn well expanded beyond BET. The call should’ve went out; ‘Stop what your doing-All hands on deck… the King of Pop died and proper tributes must be paid. If the show goes over an hour so be it. &lt;strong&gt;If Lil Wayne and Drake can’t change up at the last minute and use their incredible talents to do something more fitting versuses the profanity laced bs routine they did last night about wanting to screw every girl in the world and have what appeared to be 12 year old girls on stage-then its time for them to fall the hell back. Save that nonsense for another date and time. Alicia Keyes kept mentioning the spirit in the room was enthralling and that everyone was feeling Michael’s presence. It was hard to tell on TV. We wanted more than a shout out to MJ after each song was sung. We wanted more, needed more, expected more from a network so powerful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We understand people didn’t have time to prepare and hone things to perfection. We understand that that it was last minute, but the rule of thumb in show business has always been when in over your head keep it simple. Where was the film montage like they did for the O Jays? To be honest that was all that was really needed. Imagine if we were treated to a 15 minute film montage and then Janet came out to speak followed by Jamie Foxx andNeyo singing? That would’ve been butter- pure butter.&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine if this was done with a nice set up away from the regularly scheduled routines which at times seemed mediocre and totally in approapraite if MJ was being honored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few things to Ponder….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-283779202379895130?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/283779202379895130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleecch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/283779202379895130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/283779202379895130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleecch.html' title='Bleecch!'/><author><name>newer</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://i40.tinypic.com/2v3n0ag_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-276734361875319776</id><published>2009-06-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:38:00.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Michael</title><content type='html'>Wow, I was pretty shocked to hear about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; death! Regardless of the man's very complicated life he was an ICON. You could probably go to the poorest village in the middle of nowhere and say his name and they'd know exactly who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, the guy was immensely talented. If he didn't have the talent he did the barriers that existed in his day would not have been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest in Peace, Michael Jackson 1958-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5zGIFcaIgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/I5zGIFcaIgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/501061238844450447-276734361875319776?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/276734361875319776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-in-peace-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/276734361875319776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/276734361875319776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-in-peace-michael.html' title='Rest In Peace Michael'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-6127059581926233536</id><published>2009-06-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:32:07.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sj5SZzr5eNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AfDw2BcANlU/s1600-h/geekdad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sj5SZzr5eNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AfDw2BcANlU/s200/geekdad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349804010687264978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might complain about Dr. Evil an awful lot but my job would be a hell of a lot harder if he wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up this morning and since I didn't have groceries to do a big breakfast I settled with honey oatmeal, some cut-up apple and a mug of tea. I made Thing One and Two carry it to him in bed. They shouted "Happy Father's Day" and gave him a big hug. One of the mushier family moments I've had o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you pops out there. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ain't nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt; you can say worse than "I'm a tell yo' daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rgWv5-I8Qy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rgWv5-I8Qy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one right here is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;!! Somebody gonna get a hurt real bad. . .LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lQFee3A4Zw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lQFee3A4Zw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-6127059581926233536?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6127059581926233536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6127059581926233536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6127059581926233536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-post.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Post'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sj5SZzr5eNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AfDw2BcANlU/s72-c/geekdad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-7316409808579615144</id><published>2009-06-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:01:24.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Outer Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SjnKGOlXu3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuG90_iMDP0/s1600-h/cddriver.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SjnKGOlXu3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuG90_iMDP0/s320/cddriver.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348528240822041458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, without the internet I really felt like I was cut off from the world.  I realized just how much I depend on it to keep in contact with folks and how out of touch I become.  Also, I'm clearly not a phone person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to my innernets shortage. . .it shall be awhile until I catch up on all my webcomics but I did get some stuff accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my G driver's licence. For those of you who didn't know this. . .who that would be is beyond me since like only three people read my blog :P . . .Ontario has the graduated licence system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed the first test about three times before I passed and stunningly only took the second test (the highway test) once and passed!! I'm just so damned happy that I won't have to take another test and that my friggin' nightmares have finally ended.  I was getting tired of dreaming of constantly crashing.  I finally went back to my dreams of sex with celebrities. . .that's right, I normally dream about sex with celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also working on getting a passport. I haven't had one in 8 years.  I was planning a reasonable family vacation across the border but since the new rules have been implemented, looks like Dr. Evil and I will definitely need passports. I haven't been Stateside since I was about 16 so it will be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing One is healing up a lot better. Hopefully she'll be all the way there and I'll be able to take her swimming. I'm sure they're both getting tired of being cooped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed my lawn is about 4 feet overgrown. My very nice neighbour took care of my front lawn but I'll have to do the back. Good to be back?! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7316409808579615144?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7316409808579615144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-outer-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7316409808579615144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7316409808579615144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-outer-space.html' title='Back from Outer Space'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SjnKGOlXu3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nuG90_iMDP0/s72-c/cddriver.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-858214866852233758</id><published>2009-06-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:55:51.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling better'/><title type='text'>Everything is Everything</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with Opposite George. She listened to my funk and I listened to hers. Mostly hers revolve around being lonely and not being in a relationship. Mine, of course, revolves around everything else.&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me not to be down and always encourages me to listen to the songs we used to listen to. I remember in one of my darker times this song lifted me up. As it does once again. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGUsF-Whb1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/qGUsF-Whb1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; What is meant to be, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; After winter, must come spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Change, it comes eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I wrote these words for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Who struggles in their youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Who won't accept deception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Instead of what is truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It seems we lose the game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Before we even start to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Who made these rules? We're so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Easily led astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me tell ya that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; After winter, must come spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Possibly speak tongues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Rap this in fine linen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; From the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; My practice extending across the atlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I begat this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You can't match this rapper / actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; More powerful than two Cleopatras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; My rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; L. Boogie spars with stars and constellations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Then came down for a little conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Adjacent to the king, fear no human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Now hear this mixture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Where hip hop meets scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Develop a negative into a positive picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Now, everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; What is meant to be, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; After winter, must come spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Change, it comes eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Sometimes it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; We'll touch that dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; But things come slow or not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And the ones on top, won't make it stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; So convinced that they might fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Let's love ourselves then we can't fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; To make a better situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Tomorrow, our seeds will grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; All we need is dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Let me tell ya that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; After winter, must come spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; What is meant to be, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; After winter, must come spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Change, it comes eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-858214866852233758?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/858214866852233758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-is-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/858214866852233758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/858214866852233758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-is-everything.html' title='Everything is Everything'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-1197765019659835540</id><published>2009-06-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:14:18.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Sleeplessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sict8nQVvwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vHo_SEZeN0s/s1600-h/pgi0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sict8nQVvwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vHo_SEZeN0s/s320/pgi0433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290002251300610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updatish post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me start with my too much debt status. My lovely plans flew out the window as they are bound to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First with Thing One's bandages and medical stuff I've probably spent upwards of $500 on that so far and I'm still not done. Hopefully, she'll heal soon but you just can't plan for that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the car and the $650 heart attack that Dr. Evil told me it would cost to repair. Again, just can't plan for that stuff. Mind you, that's probably just one of Dr. Evil's paycheques and the other one he gets will have to go to bills and mortgage. That leaves us with pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generous to a fault parents gave me $300 to help and some groceries which I thanked them immensely for.  They also took Thing Two off my hand for a while so I won't have to worry about paying for her at least for the week. I'm also going to stay with them at the end of the week so that we can ease up on some of the spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't have gone out but hey. . .even those of us who are megabroke need a break once in a while. I'm just sorry that Dr. Evil couldn't have also had something for himself. But then I think. . .wait a minute. . .he's the dingus who put us here in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been mostly good since January with the exception of two slip-ups. One where he bought STBD husband's groceries and I lost it on him. Asked him if he was out of his cotton pickin' mind to pick up groceries for someone who had a full-time job and was just lazy when it came to his finances. The fellow in question is no charity case and frankly, I don't consider him much of a friend either at this point.  I can see why STBD is divorcing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time is because he went out to see an old friend and parked somewhere he shouldn't have and got a ticket but our friend (who is a true friend) payed for the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dr. Evil to be wary at this time. We might not be doing well now but it wasn't always like this for us and it won't always be this way. We're at the 6 month mark of something that will last two years. I told him yeah. . .it seems like forever since we have a family and it feels like we're starting all over again but stay the course and we'll be better for it. I sincerely hope he takes my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I have that's coming up and sort of ties in is my driving test. Still freaking me out. I'm having constant nightmares about it. In one of them I was in High School/College for some reason and I was late for an exam. &lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt; were and &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;you &lt;/a&gt;were there trying to help me along with an assortment of people that I knew in Public School/High School/College. I have no idea where I am and I miss doing the exam or I do it and it's blank and I FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty much always school-related. In another one I was actually doing the driving test and crashed head-on into multiple cars. As this has been going on for quite some time now I keep getting up in the middle of the night multiple times just wake up in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible, I haven't had a decent night's sleep in quite some time and I feel like I have no peace. Things just keep coming up and haunting me. I also have to pay for the lessons and the test so I'm nervous that I will have to take money from the Line of Credit again which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know how Bella Swan feels since I've been reading New Moon. Just panicky, sleepless, stressed and haunted of late. Just had to get it all off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better. . .I just have to believe that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1197765019659835540?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1197765019659835540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeplessness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1197765019659835540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1197765019659835540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeplessness.html' title='Sleeplessness'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sict8nQVvwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vHo_SEZeN0s/s72-c/pgi0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-8400702730270329815</id><published>2009-06-02T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:07:33.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Lol'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SiVcQkUA3NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O-XhM8K84MQ/s1600-h/messy_closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SiVcQkUA3NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O-XhM8K84MQ/s320/messy_closet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342777972640242898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can find the link &lt;a href="http://www.tragicsex.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. . .but I just found this one so funny - I had to post it. Enjoy your laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend of ours had banged this skankily hot girl and is telling us that she is a beast in the sack. We’re all hanging out at his house and he gets a call from her and she’s on her way over for another go. He has the nerve to try to usher us out but we’re having none of it. The guy was known for scrogging chicks left and right so it was pretty easy to persuade him into letting all 5 of us hide in different parts of his room while they bash leather.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all did a great job of hiding because she wasn’t in the room 2 minutes before she was naked and gobbling his schlong.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1 guy was in the corner behind a curtain, 1 idiot got under the bed, my one friend gets under a huuuge pile of dirty clothes and his face was just kinda of sticking out (like a big dirty clothes jabba the hutt) and we were all chocking back laughter. Then me and and another friend have front row seats in his closet perfectly comfortable, standing up and looking right at their business on the bed in front of us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, in retrospect, this whole thing wasn’t thought through properly. 5 immature doufouses (or is it doufi?) trying to go undetected when a girl is talking so dirty that the paint in the room was melting and young children in other towns probably started crying and nobody knew why. But we did. We’re all mustering every ounce within us to not bust out laughing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She gets out from under him and repositions herself onto all fours to make some puppies and sticks her jiggly butt up and then it happened…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She busted a queef that would’ve calved glaciers. Unreal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It proved too much… the strain was too great… no sooner did the queef stop than 3 of the 5 of us did that laughing sound that’s hard to spell. That same sound you make when you’re trying to choke down a bong hit. But we were strong enough to resist breaking out into full laughter… hands over mouth style.But, the gig was up…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our buddy that was putting in the work kind of chuckled as she says “What the hell? Is someone else in here?!” She looks right at the crack in the closet door and says “Who’s in the god damn closet?!” Being the clown that I am and knowing that this was a nose dive we weren’t gonna be able to pull out of, I replied “Just us clothes.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She started screaming and my wisecrack breaks the dam and the laughs come from everywhere as she scrambles into his bathroom. Surprisingly, afterwards she hung around and was totally cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8400702730270329815?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8400702730270329815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/lold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8400702730270329815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8400702730270329815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/06/lold.html' title='Lol&apos;d'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SiVcQkUA3NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O-XhM8K84MQ/s72-c/messy_closet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6496270342177824740</id><published>2009-05-31T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:02:10.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><title type='text'>You'll find me at the Club</title><content type='html'>So I went clubbing yesterday. Always fun. The only thing that distressed me was my too much debt status and the fact that I just had to repair my car for $650. It put a last-minute damper on something I was otherwise looking forward too for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I have stressed hundreds of times I really have no life outside of these four walls. Occasionally, I visit family or friends but that's pretty much the limit of my social interaction. If it wasn't for the phone and internet I'd basically be a shut-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an opportunity for me to actual do something social, hopefully not budget destroying and most of all; the biggest reason I go. . .to see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like clubbing. I would much prefer to do dinner and a movie but sometimes it's good to get out of that comfort zone and do something you wouldn't normally do. . .just like Opposite George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bonus, I got to eat sushi which I haven't had since well . . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eons&lt;/span&gt; ago and that was probably the highlight for me, besides the company of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my problems is I get tired very easily. I vaguely remember that I used to go clubbing every weekend and be there dancing until they shut down the club. At that time, there was really nothing more fun for me to do. Now, I'm pushing to keep my eyes open past 12:30. Alcohol does not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening went pretty well. STBD was there and she said she enjoyed herself. I find she's a very critical person and spent a lot of time being catty about people there. She generally does that anywhere I go with her. BJL was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot &lt;/span&gt;like that too. I think it's a defense thing for some people. I really couldn't care less about how other people look. I've been wearing the same clothes since 2003 so I'm not one to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a positive note. . .seems like fun was had by all. I got to see my friends and enjoy my fave kind of food. Hopefully, I can do it again next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could dance like this :) and yes, I love the movie White Chicks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ak3NQJYy_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/6ak3NQJYy_k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-6496270342177824740?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6496270342177824740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/youll-find-me-at-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6496270342177824740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6496270342177824740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/youll-find-me-at-club.html' title='You&apos;ll find me at the Club'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-4518176189312862685</id><published>2009-05-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:43:34.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><title type='text'>Vampires on the Brains</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;finished the first book in the &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; series. Starting now on &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt;. Also, I've finished watching the first season of &lt;a href="http://www.hbocanada.com/trueblood/"&gt;True Blood&lt;/a&gt; so I've definitely got vampires on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find them a little similar, basically weird chick falls for moody vampire. I haven't read the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Southern_Vampire_Mysteries"&gt;Southern Vampire Mysteries&lt;/a&gt; but maybe I will after seeing True Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my take on Twilight based on me not reading the other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;. . .it's a bit contrived. It was definitely not a page-turner for me. I've read romance novels about just plain old humans that had more chemistry. I guess since it's a teen romance novel the characters are probably typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella seems to be a typical awkward teenage girl. Nothing special about her until she starts a new life with her dad in Washington. Probably a dream for most teenagers wishing they could escape the bland and boring of their existence. Only for her it becomes even better because the surreal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cullens&lt;/span&gt; live there and they're vampires. On top of that, Edward the "handsomest" of the vampires falls for her. Yeah, extraordinary now. . .probably a dream come true for every dorky, accident-prone girl out there. I can definitely see it's appeal for teenage girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; pointed out to me, who has a very different interpretation of Twilight, Bella is a snivelling weak-willed girl who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; for Edward's attentions. Yes, that's probably true. But as far as I remember, that was pretty much every female I knew at that age. Now of course, there were exceptions. Girls who would not fall over if a cute boy batted his eyelashes at them but even those girls were few in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess on a scale of 1 to 10 this book is a two, maybe three at the most if I'm generous. There's a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deus&lt;/span&gt; ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;machina&lt;/span&gt; and I just can't get into the characters as they don't seem to be fleshed out except on a superficial level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've started New Moon, I'm starting to like the seemingly dorky-but-can't-get-the-girl Jacob Black. I'm assuming he's the male equivalent of Bella in the love department but from the spoilers I've read he's at least not ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Bella is the plain chick who gets Edward's affections. . .this chick right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SiRteYk-2DI/AAAAAAAAANw/LXEdr4gWX3Q/s1600-h/Kristen+Stewart+Smiling+Twi+Prem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SiRteYk-2DI/AAAAAAAAANw/LXEdr4gWX3Q/s320/Kristen+Stewart+Smiling+Twi+Prem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515426729318450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good casting choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now True Blood. I find it sort of similar to Twilight. Most likely because I'm reading and watching them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; is a mind-reading girl in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;podunk&lt;/span&gt; town. Vampires have "come out of the coffin" after the creation of synthetic blood. The drink is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tru&lt;/span&gt;*Blood and it allows them an alternative life so they can go mainstream. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; meets her first Vampire, Bill and is taken with him as she cannot read his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;annoying. Despite being 25 and able to read minds she seems to be reckless and just does not think before doing anything. I don't find Bill very attractive but he seems like a nice vampire as far as vampires go. And hey, at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; actually have sex in their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm hoping Season Two will be good. . .I'm just pissed about my boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LaFayette&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/acQ4Q9e2PWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/acQ4Q9e2PWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Lafayette Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxSWnNO0m3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxSWnNO0m3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-4518176189312862685?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/4518176189312862685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/vampires-on-brains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4518176189312862685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4518176189312862685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/vampires-on-brains.html' title='Vampires on the Brains'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SiRteYk-2DI/AAAAAAAAANw/LXEdr4gWX3Q/s72-c/Kristen+Stewart+Smiling+Twi+Prem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-942127016073817616</id><published>2009-05-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:49:48.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STBD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Soon-to-be Divorcee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sh7L3CQC0PI/AAAAAAAAANo/HSalHn49Img/s1600-h/PIGSTY.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sh7L3CQC0PI/AAAAAAAAANo/HSalHn49Img/s320/PIGSTY.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340930354465394930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the little seems to be on the mend. Very slowly but getting there. And of course, since she can't go out we've been indoors for the last few weeks except for when we went to the bday party. It's not bad. I'm missing out on all the gardening. I have no idea how overgrown everything will be when I finally do get out there and cut that damn grass but I'm hoping it won't be too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other news, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; going out and spending money. Something I've opted not to do in a long time because of the &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-debt.html"&gt;debt&lt;/a&gt; status. Oh, I have gone out here and there but nothing really. Well, if all goes according to plan I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; going to have sushi which I have not had now in pretty much a year. Also, gonna go clubbing but this will probably be the only time I do so. Now that I live so far it seems like a huge hassle. Staying with my parents is very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be inviting soon-to-be divorcee. Good company most of the time; but much like BJL she doesn't have any friends here and doesn't seem to have it all together in the practical department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now BJL has moved on and has a life and hopefully more practicality. But seeing both STBD and BJL are older than me and lack common sense just goes to show me that with age &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does not &lt;/span&gt;mean maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to STBD. She is married to Dr. Evil's high school chum. I do not think much of the fellow. He just seems to lack all rationality.  I cannot understand how folks get through life being so naive but hey, somehow they do. He married STBD and I met them for the first time when they came down to my old condo for a visit. STBD got pregnant around the same time as I did and has a son one month younger than the Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now STBD and I bonded over the lack of common sense that Dr. Evil and High school chum had but whereas Dr. Evil knows when to back off. . .High school chum does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to hear of their relentless problems regarding their home, maintenance, money, child, etc. Basically, the norm stuff that affects most young families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still thought that maybe if they tried they could work things through. I was sure anyone can as long as you were willing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came down to visit them last summer. I went to their house which is (I guess) in the bad part of Hamilton. It was actually a very nice street. It reminded me of Parkdale with the old homes. From the outside their home was beautiful. A Victorian with stained glass windows and gingerbread (I'm a bit of a home buff). Then I went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you that the place was an utter&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIGSTY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say pigsty I really mean it was the worst home that I've&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ever&lt;/span&gt; walked into. Now I've lived in group homes and seen folks on welfare who had cleaner homes than their place. I've even let things slide but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; on that scale.  It looked like one of the homes I used to see on &lt;a href="http://www.wnetwork.com/tv_shows/shows/how_clean_is_your_house/index.asp"&gt;how clean is your house?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe it. There was mess and clutter everywhere. I had no place to walk. There was one of those huge stand-up recycling bins in the middle of the living room and it was full of garbage and there was garbage, crumbs and food everywhere. There was no place to sit. There were wires hanging out of the wall and everything was dirty. Mind you these people had a two-year old at the time. Open sockets and clothes piled everywhere. Their two giant pit bulls kept trying to jump on me. Their small child was just running around in this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part I stayed polite and toured the rest of the home. Now the house itself was beautiful. Gorgeous styled oak staircase and if the windows were cleaned, the stained glass would have looked stunning but these two were not maintaining the property at all and it definitely showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Dr. Evil thought that I had exaggerated about the house until he saw it for himself. He was appalled thinking they let their son run around with so many dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought. . .no wonder their life is a mess! If the chaos of their house was any indication than they really needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked STBD why they didn't clean the place up and this is why I really find her irritating. She said that she worked and didn't have the time to do it. Now I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plenty &lt;/span&gt;of friends who work and their homes do not look like that. So she chalked it up to her having a child. Another excuse. Then she said that her husband didn't clean so she didn't and he gave the same excuse. Um. . .are these people grown-ups? You don't want to clean because he doesn't and vice versa? You have a two-year old and that's okay with both of you to have him running around in this mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way. . .they wanted another child. My thought was; were they planning on making a crib out of the mounds of garbage in their bedrooms for the tot? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, that will save your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly. . .and it is sad to happen to anyone. STBD had a miscarriage and it was the straw that broke the camel's back. She kicked him out and found a divorce lawyer. He ran up the bills and then declared bankruptcy. These are adults. . .let me remind you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was in September and that is when they declared legal separation. They were fighting like cats and dogs and both me and Dr. Evil had to remind them that they had a son who knew what was going on and whether they liked it or not that was their son for life and they had to find a way to get along. Not until he was 18 but forever. This seemed to have stopped their incessant blaming and they moved on and found some way to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess being apart made them forget the past and they still love each other and STBD has told me many times that she would take him back. I suggested that perhaps it's better for them to live away from each other. Not every marriage is conventional and if that's what they had to do then consider their options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another thing that irritated me about STBD is the fact that she's constantly over. I damn well know why. My house is clean. Her place is not. Her son can run around without being in danger of electrocuting himself plus he has playmates. He's not in daycare so he doesn't socialize with any children. Unfortunately, his bad behaviour is beginning to show. The worst is that Thing One and Thing Two attempt to copy him which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you only have two days off instead of coming here and staying until 1 in the morning why don't you go home and start packing and sorting stuff. Then perhaps you can invite me over instead of just coming to my place all the time. After all, in the three years I've known her I've only went in the house once (unfortunately saw it) and have never been asked back again. And it would be nice if you didn't constantly invite yourself to my place because I like to do things like sleep and walk around in my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend again she called to come over but I said the kids and I weren't feeling good so apparently trying to guilt trip(?) me she said that she promised her son that they would come over and he had been crying all day. Uh-huh, well I guess you shouldn't have promised him that without asking me first. So I said "aww, that's too bad. . well I gotta go get some cleaning done, talk to soon." I happily continued to spend the day in my underwear reading Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last thing (yes, I know it's a long post) is that she finally told Dr. Evil's high school chum that she wanted to get back together with him and he said no. She was very offended, angry and taken aback by this. So I talked to Dr. Evil and he said "she didn't tell you what she said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm no, what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil told me that they were discussing it and his buddy was fine to get back together but he asked that she never kick him out again and that they would have to talk and work things out. Sounds reasonable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him that that was fine and that she would take him back only if they started to try for another baby right away. Hmm, you're in mounds of debt. His job is unstable. You're home is still falling apart and you are on the path to divorce but want to try for a baby right away without at least working through one of those things???&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I believe Dr. Evil's friend was very right when he said no. The smartest thing I've seen this guy do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will wonders never cease. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-942127016073817616?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/942127016073817616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/soon-to-be-divorcee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/942127016073817616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/942127016073817616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/soon-to-be-divorcee.html' title='Soon-to-be Divorcee?'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sh7L3CQC0PI/AAAAAAAAANo/HSalHn49Img/s72-c/PIGSTY.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-7299764546732525929</id><published>2009-05-22T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:16:26.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>This is just a random post that I will babble through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thing One had another Doctor's appointment and she's doing well. Still worried about scarring and as I said before Dr. Evil is trying to be on top of it so she'll be able to wear a two-piece one day. His words not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's getting better I have to start seriously thinking about the driving thing. You have no idea how much driving stresses me out. I sincerely hate it and still have anxiety attacks behind the wheel. On the other hand I don't want to throw away all the work I had to do a couple years before to get the G2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days I just strongly dislike Dr. Evil because I think if he had just gotten his licence like I asked him too then I could have had all the time in the world to get mine. Naturally, he never wants to do things the easy way so when I was stuck at home taking care of the kids and desperately wanting to move away from Toronto he was fettering away with his palm pilot. I realized then that if I didn't just go and get it, I'd be screwed forever. Mind you, even after I got it and I had to fight Dr. Evil and insane amount of times to get his. He's very much the kind of person that will say "why should I do it if someone will do it for me." I believe this motto applies to every area of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it stands, my neighbours think he's weird because I do all the mowing and gardening and heavy chores while he doesn't. He of course is ummm. . .progressive? Naturally, why should he lift heavy bags when I could . . .not like I was 7 months pregnant or anything - HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. So now I'm facing the dreaded driving test and even worse, it's the highway test. Totally Freaking Me OUT!! I'm going to try to start my lessons soon and attempt to get it on the first try. I doubt I'll be able to but I only have until September before it all goes away and I have to start at square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just NOT looking forward to this!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. . .Happy Birthday to &lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt;this person's&lt;/a&gt; little guy who will be all of 2 today :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/ShdAE52S9PI/AAAAAAAAANg/sp1LRY7JwKE/s1600-h/birthday_funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/ShdAE52S9PI/AAAAAAAAANg/sp1LRY7JwKE/s320/birthday_funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338806336263222514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have to figure out what Opposite George wants. O.G.'s birthday is on the 27th and seems to be in a rut. Somehow O.G. believes that their life is extremely boring and they nothing new and exciting to do. Well. . .that may be true. But hey, that's kinda my life too - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-7299764546732525929?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7299764546732525929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7299764546732525929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7299764546732525929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/ShdAE52S9PI/AAAAAAAAANg/sp1LRY7JwKE/s72-c/birthday_funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-3466012980594629112</id><published>2009-05-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:01:29.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A Short Entry about ME</title><content type='html'>Interesting, I found &lt;a href="http://www.dayofbirth.co.uk/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;while doing my stumbleupon. I really like the science stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul id="resultList"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were born on a                 &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblDayBornOn" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. (Guess I'm full of &lt;a href="http://www.rhymes.org.uk/mondays_child.htm"&gt;woe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your star sign is                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblStarSign" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your birthstone is                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblBirthstone" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peridot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The season was                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblSeason" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were born in the Chinese year of the &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblYearOfThe" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rooster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The US President was &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblUSPresident" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ronald Reagan (Republican)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The UK Prime Minister was &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblUKPrimeMinister" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Margaret Thatcher (Conservative)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblYearsMonthsDaysOld" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 years 8 months 26 days  old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblDaysToBirthday" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;97 days&lt;/span&gt; until your next birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In dog years you are                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblDogYears" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;189 years old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are                  &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblDaysOld" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10,130 days old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are approximately                 &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblHoursOld" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;243,124 hours old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are approximately                 &lt;span id="ctl00_PageContentPlaceHolder_lblSeconds" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;875,245,246 seconds old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have the urge to post old school. . .umm, guess that means I'm getting old :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CITcrTILsV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/CITcrTILsV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-3466012980594629112?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3466012980594629112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-entry-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3466012980594629112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3466012980594629112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-entry-about-me.html' title='A Short Entry about ME'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-314600524588322031</id><published>2009-05-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:28:06.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry about the long delay in posts. I was busy with Thing One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's doing better. Dr. Evil is nervous that there might still be scarring. He's been very diligent about checking her bandages. Much more than I have. I just slap Vaseline on it and patchwork it together as best I can. Mostly because by the end of the day after she's been running around they're falling all over the place and I'm exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been taking some godawful antibiotics too. I can't stand the smell of the stuff and she has to take it four times a day. She's braver than me, and has been doing it. Even Dr. Evil said that he tasted it and it made his stomach turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing Two has been pretty good. Sometimes getting frustrated because she doesn't want to play by herself. I never realized how much they depend on each other as playmates.  Hopefully this bit of time apart will teach them how to play independently. They do play alone at school but I think when they are home they mostly turn to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I received a very &lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;care&lt;/a&gt; package. Let me just say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!! You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;awe-inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;terrific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and pretty damn swell :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened it up and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very touched. There are in fact, not enough adjectives for me to express how I feel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Memory and I Spy with Thing One and Two today again(they don't seem to tire of it!) Then we coloured.&lt;br /&gt;I proudly have their Get Well and Good Sister cards displayed on my armoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my family came to visit me (might I add last-minute) on Victoria Day; my mother asked me what they were and I abruptly said Get well cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pretty ticked at them. They just don't know how to be there for anyone. My aunts apparently gave them a lot of crap for not calling and coming over as soon as I had said what had happened. They'll just never be those kind of people. I certainly hope not to have this family grow up the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melidworld.com/"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt; are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song might be about a relationship but I still like it :) Have no idea if I posted it already. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Al_rMTbvuIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/Al_rMTbvuIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. Even though my favourite colour is in fact green; I like Meli's costume more :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-314600524588322031?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/314600524588322031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/314600524588322031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/314600524588322031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-2636777252364484972</id><published>2009-05-12T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:15:16.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent&apos;s nightmare'/><title type='text'>A Parent's Nightmare</title><content type='html'>So let me start at the beginning. Had a nice enough Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil bought me some breakfast('cause he's not too sharp in the kitchen) and I spent the day with Soon-to-be Divorcee and son. The girls had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was looking through the Canadian Flyer ad and saw half off on a small sewing machine on sale. While making breakfast I went to the bathroom to tell Dr. Evil to pick it up so I could hem his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it &lt;/span&gt;happened. I heard the most blood-curdling scream from the living room. Now I often hear the twins crying and fussing but every mother knows when it's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; cry that stops your heart. Dr. Evil and I blankly looked at each other and I raced to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my eldest twin screaming with my freshly boiled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; chocolate all down the front of her. The other twin was crying because she was so scared of her sister's screaming. Somehow after seeing the sight of her my brain thankfully went to autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stripped her clothes off and Dr. Evil looked blankly and his severely burned daughter. I screamed at him to run to the bathroom and turn on the cold water as I'm sure he was quickly going into shock and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned it on and I pretty much threw in the tub and began spraying her with ice cold water. She was still screaming horrifically and started shaking because of the cold water. Dr. Evil was attempting to take off my clothes and telling me to go in with her ( Yeah, he was in a panic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoved him off and continued to spray her for as long as I though she could take it. She began trembling violently and I turned off the water. Dr. Evil looked online at some advice from the Sick Kid's and said we had to put her in a cool bath. I told him to wash the tub fast. He said "No, there was no time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Umm, YES because her skin is exposed and there are germs in the tub so WASH IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's honest the fastest I've ever seen him clean something. Filled it up with cool water and I forced her to sit in it and then hopped in with her.  She was still trembling and screaming. Begging me to stop the pain. I just kept trying to calm her down because she had started to hyper-ventilate. I told Dr. Evil to grab some Tylenol and give it to her. I also told him to go a little above the recommended dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Dr. Evil had a Doctor's Appointment the same day and I told him to call and take her with him. After again arguing with him (and his panic mode) I convinced him that it would be better for him to just go with her and to leave me and the other one behind. Too many people are too big a distraction and he would just have to focus on her and I'll focus on the other one.  He also wanted to go to the hospital but I told him not too. The clinic is big and my family doctor could check on her properly and if needed admit her to a hospital as he'd have quicker authority to do that than if we waited at an emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time Dr. Evil was suppose to pack a bag. He drove off and forgot it. I looked in the bag and realized I had to re-pack it. I had also dressed, soothed and calmed down my little burn victim and my little non-burn victim. He came back and I gave him the properly packed bag and sent him on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after he left did my arms and hands begin to shake uncontrollably. I guess the auto-pilot on my brain finally turned off. It's a good thing it has that function because I realized Dr. Evil is a little useless in an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Dr. Evil to check up how she was doing. At first I was waiting for him to call and then I realized he was probably still in shock and would not be calling.&lt;br /&gt;He said she was doing fine; they bandaged her up. Our quick-thinking prevented her from having much more severe burns. Gave us a list of things to do and ordered us to go nowhere until she was healed because of her exposed skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I peeled off the bandages this morning I realized just how bad it was and how much more worse it could have been. Her exposed skin looked like raw hamburger and she was screaming while we were changing the dressing. It took us a good 2 hours to finish changing it. The worse was for me. I had to rub the medication all over her raw flesh and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she did not like it one bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, definitely a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be upset that she can't play and has to lay down all day. Having a mobile twin does not make things easier. Also if said mobile twin is getting jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she explained to me "Mommy, I don't touch the hot chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "Yes, I know sweetiecakes and it's good that you listen to mommy or you would have legs like your sister and you don't want that do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No mommy, her legs are all bloody and yucky and ouchy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, they are.  .  .but they'll get better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of it; it's gonna be awhile. Now it's just a matter of finding as many fun activities that I can do indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make a shout out to my aunt's who called me and were understanding and sympathetic to me. Unlike my mother and sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother who completely blamed me (naturally) and my sister-in-law who is so desperate for her own child she could care less about what anyone says. Weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me end on the positive note. Thing 2 held Thing 1's hand while she was getting her bandages changed. She kept kissing her and said "It's okay sister, don't cry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-2636777252364484972?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/2636777252364484972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2636777252364484972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2636777252364484972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-nightmare.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Nightmare'/><author><name>newer</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-2819638049709363964</id><published>2009-05-10T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:11:47.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This brought on the Lulz. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/en_tTVvFgJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/en_tTVvFgJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a definition I found. . .&lt;br /&gt;A woman who conceives, gives birth to, or raises and nurtures a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's much more than that. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether Mum is here or not.&lt;br /&gt;If she's called Grandma, Mom, Aunty, Sister or a whole host of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She's there for you in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;As best as she can be.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm there for them as best as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm someone who does not know how to relate to kids. I always say I hate them but that's not true . . .I don't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt; them. I really don't know how to relate to them. Probably because as far as I'm concerned my own childhood was less than par. I guess since having my own I realize that you can go either way. Do the opposite or the exact same as your parent(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do better. I'll always be practical to a fault and even though I love them I always know what my goals are. To raise them to be able to take care of themselves. If they are able to take care of themselves they never have to worry. That's what I hope. And I have to start all of this from the time they are born until they are grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every mother's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-2819638049709363964?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/2819638049709363964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2819638049709363964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2819638049709363964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-8380047685384380365</id><published>2009-05-08T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:58:32.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>Always in a Funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SgSO3c97M2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ChQFzC4X6ek/s1600-h/FukitolPill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SgSO3c97M2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ChQFzC4X6ek/s400/FukitolPill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333544942033384290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've disappeared off the planet because I was in a severe funk. I just get that way sometimes. It happened a lot to me when I was pregnant. I would just cry for hours. Terrible state to be in. Since I had Thing 1 and Thing 2 I don't seem to get them as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes way back for me. Had it in High School too but I took medication at that time. I sincerely don't want to take meds again because although I didn't get into funks anymore . . . I felt like I was a robot going on autopilot through life. Yeah, you don't get the funks but you don't have any joy either. . .just a bland existing. Not very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing 1 and 2 were gone for the week to their godparents and then to my parents. They looked like they had fun; especially with their godparents. My parents aren't much of the interactive types but hey. . .they can take care of their basic needs in pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're home and today was a nice enough day that I said "F*ck it, let's go outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled up their kiddie pool and took their bikes out on the deck. Threw on their swimsuits and they were splashing and playing while I soaked up some sun and continued reading Twilight. I gotta say. . .after the halfway point that book is really hard to go through. Are these dinks gonna have sex or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I spent all that time outside soaking up some much needed Vitamin D and reading and in general relaxation mode. I even cut some watermelon for all of us to enjoy outside and grilled some burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were all pleasantly tanned I came inside and felt like I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt; had more energy. Whipped up a nice light soup and sat down to watch the Wiggles with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still stressing on lots of things but today was a good today. I'm glad Dr. Evil is around to make excuses for me. He bought me more time to get better quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they could invent that drug I saw Lisa Simpson take called Repressitol or was it Ignorital? If there was a real drug like that with no side effects that made me see smiley faces everywhere I went. . .I'd be set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8380047685384380365?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8380047685384380365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-in-funk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8380047685384380365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8380047685384380365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-in-funk.html' title='Always in a Funk'/><author><name>newer</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SgSO3c97M2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ChQFzC4X6ek/s72-c/FukitolPill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-3855419387101875387</id><published>2009-05-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:36:57.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title type='text'>I'm Brown?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sf0Q0xaX8tI/AAAAAAAAANA/UFnEpDZ2XD4/s1600-h/Girl-Holding-Guyana-Flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sf0Q0xaX8tI/AAAAAAAAANA/UFnEpDZ2XD4/s400/Girl-Holding-Guyana-Flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331436032679736018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;()Your parents are strict&lt;br /&gt;(x)You like bollywood music&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've worn brown clothes&lt;br /&gt;()Brown music is constantly playing in your house&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've been to Gerrard street at least once&lt;br /&gt;(x)You know who Shahrukh Khan is&lt;br /&gt;(x)You know a badword in a brown language&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've used a bad word in a brown language against someone&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've accidentally said a brown word to a white person&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've been to a brown country at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x)Own at least one brown dress&lt;br /&gt;(x)You like brown food&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've watched those Brown serials on tv&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've sang a brown song in public before&lt;br /&gt;(x)You've screamed a brown word before.&lt;br /&gt;(x)You scare white people or you have turned white people brown&lt;br /&gt;(x)You admire a brown actor/actress like CRAZY !&lt;br /&gt;(x)Your mom &amp;amp; dad's friends are your aunty and uncle&lt;br /&gt;()You have to call your cousins or brothers &amp;amp; sisters who older then you a brown word&lt;br /&gt;()You LOVE teaching white kids brown words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x)you told your parents you got 98%, and they ask you what happened to the other two percent.&lt;br /&gt;()There is a sale on any item, you buy 100 of them.&lt;br /&gt;()When mail is a reinvestment... postage stamps are 're&lt;br /&gt;(x)You never buy bin bags, but use your saved grocery bags for it.&lt;br /&gt;()You put your clothes in suitcases instead of wardrobes.&lt;br /&gt;(x)Your mother has a minor disagreement with her sister and doesn't talk to her for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;(x)You call an older person you've never met before "uncle".&lt;br /&gt;(x)Everyone is a family friend.&lt;br /&gt;()You HAVE TO study law, medicine or engineering at university.&lt;br /&gt;(x)You know no one who has studied music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;()Your best friend got married at the age of 17.&lt;br /&gt;()You use chilli sauce instead of tomato ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;()You fight over who pays the dinner bill .&lt;br /&gt;(x) You're dad starts arguing with you or gets into a fight with you and tries to speak english so fast that he does not make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;()You say you hate Brown films/songs but secretly watch/hear them&lt;br /&gt;( )you make a big deal if you see a girl and guy talking&lt;br /&gt;(x)You at times say "open the light" instead of "turn the light on".&lt;br /&gt;()You're walking out of customs with your trolley at the airport and u see all twenty-five members of your family who have come to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;(x )You go back to your parents' country and people treat you like a member of the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;()Your parents call all your friends "Beta" (son/daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x)Your parents drink atleast 3 cups of tea a day&lt;br /&gt;(x)Your parents compare you to all of you friends.&lt;br /&gt;(x)At least once a week your mom says, "I want to go to India/Pakistan/Guyana/ Trinidad "&lt;br /&gt;(x)You're parent's always say while shopping abroad, "It's cheaper in India/Pakistan/Guyana/Trinidad/China"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ()Everytime you do something wrong your parents threaten to send you to India/Pakistan/SriLanka/Guyana&lt;/span&gt;/Trinidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; (x)When you're at parties 'we're leaving now' means we'll leave in about 30 min&lt;br /&gt;(x)You are in time for parties/ your family parties last till 1 am&lt;br /&gt;(x)5ft. 5 Inches, is a record height in your family&lt;br /&gt;() One of Your parents’ are doctors, engineers, or hotel/shop owners.&lt;br /&gt;(x)A "B" or lower is totally unacceptable on your report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply your score by two to get your brownness percentage...&lt;br /&gt;34 x 2 = 68%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; barely&lt;/span&gt; made the mark there. . .must be the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CANADIAN&lt;/span&gt; in meh. . .eh :P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sf0Q8LF7zCI/AAAAAAAAANI/cI-5fLoW4Lg/s1600-h/sexy-canadian-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sf0Q8LF7zCI/AAAAAAAAANI/cI-5fLoW4Lg/s400/sexy-canadian-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331436159832411170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-3855419387101875387?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/3855419387101875387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-brown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3855419387101875387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/3855419387101875387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-brown.html' title='I&apos;m Brown?!'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sf0Q0xaX8tI/AAAAAAAAANA/UFnEpDZ2XD4/s72-c/Girl-Holding-Guyana-Flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-4391166455037507278</id><published>2009-05-01T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:02:10.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Deh Internets</title><content type='html'>Vacation is OVER!! Not that I was on a real one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;. . .since I'm always at home - HA! Well, since sadness has set in I shall post my favourite internet memes to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dr. Evil that this reminded me of him for some reason. LIKE  A BOSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NisCkxU544c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/NisCkxU544c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, most folks would not admit to finding this funny. . .I'm not sure how my beloved &lt;a href="http://www.4chan.org/"&gt;4Chan&lt;/a&gt; can get any more offensive. Well, there was &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2009/03/23/times-most-influential-people-of-2009-moot-of-4chan/"&gt;moot being declared Times person of the year&lt;/a&gt; or something to that effect. . .PEDOBEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5Wuybp40gE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/Z5Wuybp40gE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedobearpics.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.pedobearpics.com/pedobear/pedobear4dz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Jelly Time! (HA. . .even Family Guy got into the groove!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_1rSm2MDM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/n_1rSm2MDM4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Uber-nerd. . I am aware of World of Warcraft due to a certain Cave Troll. So I found the Leroy Jenkins meme much funnier than I should have. Leeeeerrrrooooyyyy Jeeeennnkkiinnss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkCNJRfSZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/LkCNJRfSZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, What. . .in the Butt (Hey, even &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butters_Stotch"&gt;Butters Stotch&lt;/a&gt; sang it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fbGkxcY7YFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/fbGkxcY7YFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's Home. . .and Dad can shoot lasers. . .PEW PEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GgNznIG7rQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/9GgNznIG7rQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. . .I could probably go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Oprah saying 9000 penises&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tase me Bro!&lt;br /&gt;Numa Numa&lt;br /&gt;Lolcats&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. . .I love me deh internets :)&lt;br /&gt;Just so we're clear. . .this is in fact a filler post. . .Enjoy yer weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-4391166455037507278?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/4391166455037507278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/deh-internets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4391166455037507278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/4391166455037507278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/05/deh-internets.html' title='Deh Internets'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-6245020734892367134</id><published>2009-04-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:37:30.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening 101 or G*dd*mnf*ck*ng Pl*nts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SfkAxVwYl4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/-cU884p56OM/s1600-h/gardening-cartoon-back-breaking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SfkAxVwYl4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/-cU884p56OM/s400/gardening-cartoon-back-breaking.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330292481623365506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. . .Pl*nts is a swear word from now on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who didn't know this. . .I suppose the lurkers if I have any ( I sincerely doubt it) I grew up in the Concrete Jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this quite literally. My schoolyard didn't actually have grass until I was in about grade 3 or 4. I lived in an apartment all my life and only recently have a genuine front yard and backyard. I suppose since I had never had one before I decided to go all out and get the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; possible yard I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks who lived in the house before Dr. Evil and I moved in did not take care of the yard at all but I figured, I could fix that. I had the excitement of someone who was ready to fix things up. I also thought I had the money for that fixing up too but the &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-debt.html"&gt;too much debt&lt;/a&gt; status has sent plans a little awry so I had to adjust. Here is what I've learned. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't buy a house with the biggest yard possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't use/buy a push mower. It feels like shoving an extremely heavy vacuum over an extremely pitted terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pushing uphill is a lot harder than pushing downhill (a.k.a. buy a home with a yard that doesn't slope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't volunteer to do all the gardening (thus saving you from asking Dr. Evil from doing the patch you left and complimenting/lying to him that he looks just as hot as when&lt;a href="http://www.amctv.com/originals/madmen/"&gt; Don Draper&lt;/a&gt; used his push mower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't be afraid/grossed out by worms (also inform children that unlike the book;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_to_Eat_Fried_Worms"&gt; fried worms&lt;/a&gt; are not in fact delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make sure you do in fact have some A5-35 or some variant thereof available in the house for the amount of pain you will be in after doing said yard work (in my case an awful lot since I'm not a fan of exercising)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Don't go out in 20 degree weather to mow the lawn; even if it's already 5:00 p.m. it's still freakin' HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make sure you cut your nails &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; gardening as the feeling of them breaking is indeed quite painful. (Also, they will shortly be black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Birds do indeed laugh at human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sfj9uAbauGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/74n8w-Nwfpg/s1600-h/laughing-bird_bigger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sfj9uAbauGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/74n8w-Nwfpg/s400/laughing-bird_bigger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330289125823789154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't forget the bug repellent especially if you are the extreme magnet of attracting mosquitoes (also, keep some type of calamine lotion handy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that's what I've learned so far.  Next time I'll take a before and after picture and you can tell me how I'm doing. Little by little. . .I'll get there o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Pl*nts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6245020734892367134?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6245020734892367134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening-101-or-gddmnfckng-plnts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6245020734892367134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6245020734892367134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening-101-or-gddmnfckng-plnts.html' title='Gardening 101 or G*dd*mnf*ck*ng Pl*nts'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SfkAxVwYl4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/-cU884p56OM/s72-c/gardening-cartoon-back-breaking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-5553191915501866118</id><published>2009-04-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:03:29.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title type='text'>2009 Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Opposite George sent this to me; I responded and decided to make it a post too. . .here's me so far in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1.  What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;           8:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2.  Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:navy;" &gt;Both&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.  What was the last film you saw at the cinema? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4. What is your favourite TV show? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;      Right now. . .South Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   What do you usually have for breakfast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;           An apple, raisin toast and tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6.  What is your middle name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;       ******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   What food do you dislike?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;          There's very little food I dislike. . .I guess something gross like Balut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   What is your favourite CD at moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;      I only have one favourite CD - Seal II&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;9.  What kind of car do you drive?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;        I don't like driving; but I have a Honda CRV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;10.  Favourite sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;          My own concoction of Pastrami, Sweet Pickles, Cucumber Dressing, Fresh Bun and Old Cheddar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;11.   What characteristic do you despise?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;           Dishonesty in any capacity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   Favourite item of clothing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;            My Jeans&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;13.  If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would&lt;br /&gt;you go?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;           I have no idea, maybe Thailand&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   Favourite brand of clothing?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;          I don't have one. . .I guess the last place I went to buy clothes was H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   Where would you retire to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;          Somewhere warm and quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;16.   What was your most recent memorable birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;          Last year I went to an Indian Buffet with Sim &amp;amp; Shauny&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Favourite sport to watch? &lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;       I don't like watching sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;18.   Furthest place you are sending this?  &lt;br /&gt;         London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Person you expect to send it back first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;        &lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Don't Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;20.  When is your birthday?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;          August 26&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;21.   Are you a morning person or a night person?  &lt;br /&gt;         Night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;22.   What is your shoe size?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;          8 - 8 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;23.   Pets?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;          No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.   Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;          Nah, nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  What did you want to be when you were little?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;         Veterinarian&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;26..   How are you today?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy;"&gt;          Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;27.  What are your favourite sweets?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;          Mmmm, does ice cream count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;28.  What is your favourite flower? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;         Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;29.  What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;          None really, Christmas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;30.  What is your full name?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;     *****-****** **** nee *******&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;31.   What are you listening to right now?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;      Policemen Skank - Audioweb (on the MP3 player)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;32.   What was the last thing you ate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;          Thai rice, and stir-fried chicken &lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;33.    Do you wish on stars?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;          &lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;34.  If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;         Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;35.  How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;  Sunny and cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;36.  The first person you spoke to on the phone today?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;         Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;37.   Favourite soft drink?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;        Ginger Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;38.   Favourite restaurant?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;        Koganei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;39.  Real hair colour?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;       &lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;40.  What was your favourite toy as a child?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;         Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;41.  Summer or winter?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;       &lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;42.  Hugs or kisses?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;       &lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;43. Chocolate or Vanilla?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;       &lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;44.   Coffee or tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;        Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;45.  Do you want your friends to email you back?&lt;br /&gt;       Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.   When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;         Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;47.  What is under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;       One of those slide under your bed containers filled with clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;48.  What did you do last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;        Cleaned, watched Futurama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;49.   What are you afraid of?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;         Lots of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.   Salty or sweet?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:navy;" &gt;Sweet&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;51.   How many keys on your key ring?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;         3 (Seems the older I get the less keys I need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  How many years at your current job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;       None, I'm at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;53.   Favourite day of the week?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;         I don't really have a favourite day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  How many towns have you lived in?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;        2, Toronto &amp;amp; Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;55.  Do you make friends easily?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;        Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;56.   How many people will you send this to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; text-indent: 0.5in; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;         A few folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="padding: 0em ! important; margin-right: 0em ! important; margin-bottom: 0em ! important; margin-left: 0em ! important;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;57.  How many will respond?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;        &lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ec267505116-10032009"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-5553191915501866118?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/5553191915501866118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-edition-of-getting-to-know-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5553191915501866118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/5553191915501866118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-edition-of-getting-to-know-your.html' title='2009 Edition of Getting to Know Your Friends'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-7821350705914550325</id><published>2009-04-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:56:58.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeee!</title><content type='html'>Weeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;Home alone for the first time in a loooooongg a** time!! I can do whatever the h*ll I want :)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently me doing whatever I want includes cleaning up my house but at least, I can listen to my own music while doing so instead of the Wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm enjoying it. I realized I hardly ever get to be by myself . . .even when I'm in the bathroom because the kids always walk in to see what I'm doing. Yeah, I know. . .I'm clearly not teaching them boundaries. I know I'm just waiting for someone to stay over and have them walk in on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty good weekend. Made 4 stops. Attended an awesome birthday party. Didn't get my Japanese but that's okay because I enjoyed delicious super-alcoholic Pina Coladas. Perhaps a little too much since I got a headache afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my parents place and hung out for a bit. Headed out to my buddy's place in the Dirty 'Shwa. Yeah, that's apparently a nickname for it. . .seriously, look it up. Then off to nowheresville and it seriously looked like a hurricane was approaching. Spoke to the sis-in-law. She's not doing too well. I'll tell ya her story another time but things don't look too great for her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly hit up downtown T.O. and visited my aunt. She made a great dinner. I had steak, shrimp, broccoli, baked potato and asparagus for dinner there with some wine. She already had that set-up; like seriously that's just what they eat for dinner all the time. Man, must be awesome to be retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got back home to the mess I left and very lazily began cleaning. Dr. Evil of course is constantly working so no help there. When I found out he had to go in to the office tomorrow(that's right!! He is actually on vacation!!!) I told him to take the kiddles. It was a welcome change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong; I love the Things but even I need a break. I think I just don't feel well because I'm stressed out and that can be contributing. I figured it was a sign of the times when I had to lock myself in the bathroom and eat the rest of the chocolated ice-cream. Mind you, I hate chocolate. Love ice-cream though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So still hoping to accomplish much on this (working) vacation. Also need to start driving because I need to book my G test soon or my licence will expire. After all I went through to get it I don't want that to happen.  Despite the fact that I'm now having constant nightmares about driving (seriously) still don't want to lose it because of all the work I put in to it. Even if I just get it and never drive again. At least I'd have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to listen to some more chunes. . .because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BRILLIANT!!! Once when I went out with &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;this chick&lt;/a&gt;, we put 2 bucks of gas in the car. . .HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Broke a** folks unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTDDV20X_Ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/MTDDV20X_Ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/501061238844450447-7821350705914550325?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7821350705914550325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeeeee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7821350705914550325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7821350705914550325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeeeee.html' title='Weeeeee!'/><author><name>newer</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6615816802370249983</id><published>2009-04-16T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:37:55.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Sort of Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SefBPleWnRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i8a06Yja8EE/s1600-h/momarg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SefBPleWnRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i8a06Yja8EE/s400/momarg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325437557890522386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dr. Evil's sort of vacation begins. This includes visiting folks as I said that I would and doing stuff around the house. Changing light fixtures and gardening. Seeing what I can do about my seriously dilapidated fence. Unpacking more moving bins (yes, I'm still not done!) and putting up more curtains. My itinerary for the upcoming two weeks are Toronto, Oshawa, Cobourg, London and possibly Wellesley (wherever that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I feel bad that we can't take a vacation off to a cottage or someplace different. But that's the boat we're in and I hope that I won't always be in that boat; which is what keeps driving me to reduce the too much debt status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that going? Terrible. I had to max out the debt again to pay for my roof and I have no idea where I will get the funds from to complete my driver's licence which still scares the heck out of me!! I get heart palpitations just thinking about it. No, seriously. I think Ontario is the crappiest province ever to learn how to drive. Especially considering I failed like three times before finally getting my licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some other things to do too. Update my CAA and my health card. I can't find my new one for the life of me and my doctor's office is threatening to charge us so I've got to do that soon. I'm off to the dentist's tomorrow to actually get my teeth cleaned. Wish me luck, haven't done it in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, reading this it sounds like I'm in a funk again. I probably am. . .pitying myself as usual. Laughter is always my cure. May I strongly recommend Freaks and Geeks. Opposite George was also in a funk and told me to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say I've never laughed out loud so much at a TV series as I did with this one. I couldn't believe something so funny was cancelled but considering I had never heard of it until O. G. mentioned it. . .I guess yeah. Still pretty damn funny. I also watched Role Models. Not a masterpiece but still worth a watch if you want something you don't have to think about. I liked the little kid in it and the &lt;a href="http://www.laire.com/"&gt;Laire&lt;/a&gt; stuff. Yeah, the freaks and geeks are taking over Hollywood and it's all thanks to Judd Apatow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm reading the first Twilight book. It's okay so far. Seems like a typical teen romance novel. I was hoping it would be more a page turner. I haven't had a genuine one of those in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to watch Lost and South Park :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6615816802370249983?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6615816802370249983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/sort-of-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6615816802370249983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6615816802370249983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/sort-of-vacation.html' title='Sort of Vacation'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SefBPleWnRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i8a06Yja8EE/s72-c/momarg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-7197606863862503439</id><published>2009-04-15T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:43:21.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>A Birthday/Friendship Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;This blog post is dedicated entirely to you. Happy Birthday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeYLKeznSHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CADjGK8RJf8/s1600-h/lisnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeYLKeznSHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CADjGK8RJf8/s400/lisnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324955884108335218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one." - C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected." - Charles Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are God's ways of apologizing for our families." - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty." – Silican proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is blind. Friendship tries not to notice." - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." - Bernard Meltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An old friend will help you move. A good friend will help you move a dead body." - Jim Hayes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One good reason to only maintain a small circle of friends is that three out of four murders are committed by people who know the victim." - George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway." - Fr. Jerome Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them." - Edwin Arlington Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are relatives you make for yourself." - Eustache Deschamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best time to make friends is before you need them." - Ether Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend stabs you in the front."- Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Da Club/Ragga Mix (I think I heard this at Club Tobago . . .HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0EdWyMFnlg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/F0EdWyMFnlg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/501061238844450447-7197606863862503439?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/7197606863862503439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdayfriendship-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7197606863862503439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/7197606863862503439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdayfriendship-post.html' title='A Birthday/Friendship Post'/><author><name>newer</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeYLKeznSHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CADjGK8RJf8/s72-c/lisnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6434049768741045898</id><published>2009-04-14T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:35:26.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Lovely Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeUdsmcyIlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y9HCln0HYIY/s1600-h/hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeUdsmcyIlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y9HCln0HYIY/s400/hunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324694786508202578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great Easter!! I didn't think much would be happening. Just the family and me at home re-watching the same damn Dora and Wiggles DVDs. I know that their godfather had burned them about 30 movies but I still haven't got the DVD player to actually watch them yet. I hope to do that soon. I don't consider it an excessive splurge because we've got $40 in gift cards for it so it will end up costing us $30 and it's a one-time purchase really. Plus I will finally be able to dowload and watch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; different &lt;/span&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. The in-laws came and as promised brought the awesome swing set! Dr. Evil put most of it together but we have yet to anchor it. We'll probably do that and some much needed gardening when Dr. Evil goes on vacation Friday. They ordered a huge pizza and wings lunch which was very nice. We had more than plenty of leftovers the next day. Also, this time I didn't get sick from eating take-out. I must note that the place I ordered from was a family run pizza business so maybe they were cleaner than &lt;a href="http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/vegetables-are-my-friends.html"&gt;A&amp;amp;W's&lt;/a&gt;. My aunt called me after the in-laws left and asked what we were doing. I said nothing, because that is in fact what we were doing. She got mad at me for not having an Easter egg hunt but I told her that I'm pretty tight right now and I'm justifying it by saying that chocolate isn't good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already felt guilty that we can't do any fun things. All the time at the school the parents and grandparents talk about the kids going to Mexico or Florida and yadda, yadda, yadda. I, of course am just quiet because the last fun thing I did with the girls was going to Ontario Place and the Zoo but I don't really know if I'll get to do that again this year. Chances are looking that it's probably not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my aunts decided to drop by unexpected and unannounced on Saturday. My dad had apparently given them directions. They brought a whole ton of stuff; and I really mean a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole ton of stuff&lt;/span&gt;! I won't have to do groceries this week with the amount of groceries they brought. Plus all the Easter stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised that they came; I just assumed no one would visit me since I lived too far (by their standards) now. We enjoyed putting the Thing 1 and Thing 2 on the swings and most of all having them do an Easter egg hunt in the backyard. They were so happy - their faces just lit up when we said chocolate. Some days I really feel like the most horrible parent in the world for not being able to give my kids everything I wish I could give them. Other days I feel great that I have such a huge extension of family and friends. It was definitely one of the latter days for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGuE0C8x4-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGuE0C8x4-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/501061238844450447-6434049768741045898?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6434049768741045898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovely-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6434049768741045898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6434049768741045898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely Day'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeUdsmcyIlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y9HCln0HYIY/s72-c/hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-1935115256418276381</id><published>2009-04-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:52:03.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Obligatory Easter Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeAFyz4O_WI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U9eSZ2jptwc/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeAFyz4O_WI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U9eSZ2jptwc/s400/jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323261130029596002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I didn't overdo it like all my Valentine's posts - HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil told me a story about a co-worker's 5 year old. She walked in seeing him sitting there and squeezing his nose as hard as he could. She asked him "What are you doing?!"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm trying to stop the boogers from growing!"&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the long weekend and what's new with my crew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to school for the entire week. *Pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;Kids didn't like getting snowed and rained on though; so that was a tough couple of days to be making a 20 minute walk there and then another 20 minute walk back. Hopefully that's the last of this weather and it will be a 10 minute walk from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time at school painting pictures for the family. I still firmly believe that my kids have to be the worst ones there as they were regularly throwing temper tantrums. One decided to throw something at one of the grandparents' head. As much as I would have liked to spank twinsie right there and then I still had to refrain but she got a good hand-squeezing. It's still just as terrible getting all the looks from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calmer in-laws came today to see the kids and wish them Happy Easter. They got some lovely bunnies and chocolate eggs. They also got a *drumroll*. . . . . . . .SWING SET!!! Very awesome birthday/easter gift for them!! I'm glad; this just means that I won't have to walk my lazy backside to the park. Also, the neighbour kid seems to like it so I'm sure that my house will soon be the place to hang out. As soon as I collect that sandbox and pool from my aunt I'll be set for summer. I'm still lacking a barbeque and a lawnmower but maybe some kids could just trample my grass for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it will warm up soon and looking forward to Dr. Evil's unprecedented two weeks of vacation coming up. Going to attempt to squeeze as many visits into that time as possible while still attempting to get more stuff done around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAPPY EASTER FOLKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/501061238844450447-1935115256418276381?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1935115256418276381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/obligatory-easter-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1935115256418276381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1935115256418276381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/obligatory-easter-post.html' title='Obligatory Easter Post'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SeAFyz4O_WI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U9eSZ2jptwc/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-279000340609583184</id><published>2009-04-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:00:29.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><title type='text'>Sheer Laziness</title><content type='html'>Tiefed it from &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. . .quite lazy, but need to pick up the pace. In-laws are coming on Friday and the place looks like a disaster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---CONFESSIONS101---&lt;br /&gt;-1. Ever kissed anyone with the name starting with a B?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-2. Are you watching TV?? No&lt;br /&gt;-3. If you were given a drug test right now would you pass?? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;-4. Do you know anyone in jail/prison?? Possibly my cousin very soon; that Brampton crash was bad business.&lt;br /&gt;-5. Do you like the color green?? YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;-6.Who were the last 3 people to send you a message?? Shelley, Meli &amp;amp; Shauny&lt;br /&gt;-7. Ever drove into the ghetto to buy drugs?? At the time, I lived in the ghetto so I walked.&lt;br /&gt;-8. Do you have a crush?? YESS. . .WOLVERINE BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;-9. Last restaurant you went to?? Limoncello for dessert and coffee w/ Tiona&lt;br /&gt;-10. Last message you received?? Dentist. . .they want their cheque&lt;br /&gt;-11. What did you do yesterday?? Went to school w/ the kids, cooked, cleaned, slept&lt;br /&gt;-12. What's the first thing you would do with five million dollars?? Pay everything off, fix up the homestead and invest the rest - then live off the interest.&lt;br /&gt;-14. Who was the last person that you felt was stalking you?? That weird couple in Parkdale?! Dr. Evil's weird friend? Mostly I get stalked due to Dr. Evil&lt;br /&gt;-15. Have you ever been on your school's track team?? No&lt;br /&gt;-16. Do you have any piercings/tattoos?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-17. If all of your friends were going on a road trip, would you? I'd like to; but with the kids. . .it wouldn't be happening&lt;br /&gt;-18. Do you swear at your parents?? Mmmm, not really&lt;br /&gt;-19. Is your phone right beside you?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-20. Anything make you sad today?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-21. Have you cried today?? No&lt;br /&gt;-22. Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?? Uh, maybe&lt;br /&gt;-23. Do you like bottled water or tap water?? Tap&lt;br /&gt;-24. Have you ever crawled through a window?? No&lt;br /&gt;-25. Are you photogenic?? No. . .not at all&lt;br /&gt;-26. What do you spend most of your money on?? Hmmm, bills and debt. . .unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;-27. What was the last thing you did?? Cooked pizza for dinner&lt;br /&gt;-28. Do you have a tattoo?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-29. What's a secret you never told any of your friends?? I've confessed all. . .but different secrets to different friends.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm. . .don't want to leave you hangin'! Um, I'm really into S&amp;amp;M and Bondage and stuff. But like I said. . . I have some friends who know that and some who don't.&lt;br /&gt;-30. Ever told someone you love them and didn't mean it?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-31. Are you protective of those you care about?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-32. Are your parents married/divorced/separated?? Married&lt;br /&gt;-33. What's your opinion on sex without emotional commitment?? Not as good&lt;br /&gt;-34. What objects are around you right now?? Bills, bills, bills&lt;br /&gt;-35. What's on the walls of your room? Blue paint&lt;br /&gt;-36. Are you genuinely happy?? Sometimes, most of the time not&lt;br /&gt;-37. Do you have trust issues?? YES&lt;br /&gt;-38. What are you looking forward to tomorrow?? Watching Lost and South Park; I always have to watch it a day late online.&lt;br /&gt;-39. Are you listening to anything right now?? New Eminem on Perez's site&lt;br /&gt;-40. Where's the last place you went?? Westwood P.S.&lt;br /&gt;-41. What's your favorite thing to do?? Sleep, eat&lt;br /&gt;-42. What do you miss right now?? Summer&lt;br /&gt;-43. Lyrics stuck in your head??&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ykfgBvB3Iw"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-44. What are you doing this weekend?? In-laws coming to put together the kids' slide and swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---FRIEND CONFESSIONS---&lt;br /&gt;-1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?? Only one....shout out to &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;LLLEEESSSAAA&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-3. Are any of your friends taller than you?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-4. Have you ever been ditched by a friend?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-5. Do you have your friend's phone number's memorized?? No&lt;br /&gt;-6. Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-7. Have you been to most of your friends' houses?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---HABIT CONFESSIONS---&lt;br /&gt;-1. Do you play with things when nervous?? No&lt;br /&gt;-2. Do you have an odd obsession with knives?? No&lt;br /&gt;-3. Do you sleep with the doors open or closed in your room?? Open so the kids can come in&lt;br /&gt;-4. Is there at least one thing you can't stand?? Yes, at least one&lt;br /&gt;-5. What is your worst habit?? Lots, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;-6. Any weird obsessions?? Hmmm, I hate upside down toilet paper. . .I even adjust it at other people's houses. Among other things I do. . .&lt;br /&gt;-7. Do you bite your lip or bite your nails more?? I guess my lip but I don't really do either&lt;br /&gt;-8. Do you love most of your friends?? My&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; closest&lt;/span&gt; friends. . .yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS---&lt;br /&gt;-1. Do you think abortions are horrible?? Depends on the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;-2. Are you against or think gay marriage is bad?? No, not at all but too many yahoos take advantage. . .including plenty of straight folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;-3. Needles aren't so horrible?? Depends on the size of the needle&lt;br /&gt;-4. Do you have plenty of secrets?? Hmmm. . .not really. . .just have to ask the right questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS---&lt;br /&gt;-1. Have you ever fallen UP the stairs?? No&lt;br /&gt;-2. Have you ever had a nail fall off?? No&lt;br /&gt;-3. Have you ever slapped someone across the face?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-4. Have you ever killed anyone?? Not intentionally or directly&lt;br /&gt;-5. Worn the same clothes for a week straight?? Yes, my nightgown. . .when the twins were newborns. . .I also didn't shower in that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---OTHER CONFESSIONS---&lt;br /&gt;-1. Do you enjoy drama?? Personally no; on t.v. yes. . .so I watch Mad men, Damages, Lost and such&lt;br /&gt;-2. Have you ever gotten in a fist fight?? Yes&lt;br /&gt;-3. Who would you like to hit right now?? Uh, I can think of at least one person&lt;br /&gt;-4. Is there any type of rumor going around about you?? Maybe, I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that's in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ykfgBvB3Iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/8ykfgBvB3Iw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/501061238844450447-279000340609583184?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/279000340609583184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/sheer-laziness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/279000340609583184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/279000340609583184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/sheer-laziness.html' title='Sheer Laziness'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-6443229822009029195</id><published>2009-04-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:15:06.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granparents'/><title type='text'>Damn this Smarch weather!!</title><content type='html'>What's with this weather. I took Thing 1 and 2 to school and was pretty sure that I would have to turn back. They were bundled up but upset about the rain/slush/snow crap hitting their faces. When I finally did get to school, all of our legs were soaked between our knees and thighs. Then I found out that the teacher was leaving early so when I was finally dry; had to head back out in that weather again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I felt like the worse caregiver of the bunch. Only my kids were eating&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more&lt;/span&gt; than their fair share of snacks and crying and yelling. I sincerely hope they outgrow this before they start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my parents to the school on Thursday. As usual, it's always awkward when their around. I think they just don't know how to relate to anyone in that environment. It reminded me of when I was a kid and how reluctant they were to go to those parent/teacher meetings. For good reason obviously, I was a less than stellar pupil and child. Alas, my parents believed the do as little as possible mentality and somehow I would turn out okay. I realize that they stick to this theory even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably why, despite the kids' tantrums I still want to go with them to school and involve myself in what they do. Get to know the teachers and staff. Have myself prepared so ultimately I can have the girls prepared for what they need to do to succeed. Perhaps if my parents had done the same. . .I would have succeeded more in life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they have their failings but they have their strengths too. Hope as more time goes pass they lose their weirdness but I don't know if that will ever happen. One thing I've noticed is that Dr. Evil was being incredibly rude to them which of pissed me off to no ends. So my parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;teach me about manners I can definitely say that I've never acted that way to his parents as he does to my family. Live and learn. . .live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sdq2_ySAziI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3FZFYokL1l8/s1600-h/laundry+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sdq2_ySAziI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3FZFYokL1l8/s400/laundry+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767116636999202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-6443229822009029195?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6443229822009029195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-this-smarch-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6443229822009029195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6443229822009029195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-this-smarch-weather.html' title='Damn this Smarch weather!!'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/Sdq2_ySAziI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3FZFYokL1l8/s72-c/laundry+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-6879052918584068186</id><published>2009-03-29T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:50:26.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vegetables are my friends. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SdEPj0gvGgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vQHd7BYbBiw/s1600-h/veggietales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SdEPj0gvGgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vQHd7BYbBiw/s320/veggietales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319049742967052802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I apologize for my earlier filler post. I was bored and feeling pretty ill so had nothing better to do than fill quizzes on Dr. Evil's laptop while I nursed the godawful stomach pangs I was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on this documentary watching blitz. I saw &lt;a href="http://www.foodmatters.tv/"&gt;Food Matters&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.rawfor30days.com/"&gt;Simply Raw: Reversing diabetes in 30 days.&lt;/a&gt; So this ties in with the godawful stomach pangs. I was feeling down and pretty low so I told Dr. Evil to buy some burgers for cheap. I haven't had take-out food in some time now. You know. . . 'cause I'm poor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately as much I had liked eating out all these years, it most definitely does not agree with me anymore. I wasn't even food poisoning. . .I just felt extremely physically ill after I ate the very delicious but super-processed food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a logical thinking person but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't eat healthy&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't eaten super-healthy since I was a teenager. When I was a teen, I was surrounded by friends who were super weight and exercise conscious. Not that I was particularly that way, but when all your friends are doing it. . .well, so are you. Probably the last time I was in such good shape. Well then, I lost my mind. . .drank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and ate out quite a bit. Gained waaaay too much weight. Although now I've cut back on a lot of things, I still don't exercise. So although I probably won't gain anymore weight. . .I'm not losing it either because of my lack of exercise. Hopefully this summer I will do more regarding the exercise. Also, since watching those docs I think I will start having quite a number of meatless nights; my wallet will probably thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never go full vegetarian, meat is just too delicious to me to give up. Not sure how I'll convince Dr. Evil to join my bandwagon. He's a self-proclaimed Meaty Meatatarian. But then again, I'm the one who cooks all the meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Thing 1 and Thing 2 are back from their weekend. Looks like they had a lot of fun. First time going to a movie theatre and godparents said that they enjoyed it. Only two accidents. Thing 1 got sick in the car and messed herself at their place but otherwise godparents enjoyed having them and even asked us to let us know when the could take care of them again. I may very well take them up on their offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for no reason a music video. . .before Youtube decides to yank them all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-UJGvE8vnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-UJGvE8vnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nA0Z795mkMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/nA0Z795mkMk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/501061238844450447-6879052918584068186?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/6879052918584068186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/vegetables-are-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6879052918584068186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/6879052918584068186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/vegetables-are-my-friends.html' title='Vegetables are my friends. . .'/><author><name>newer</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SdEPj0gvGgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vQHd7BYbBiw/s72-c/veggietales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-1161197680517183384</id><published>2009-03-26T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:18:53.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><title type='text'>Quizzy Quizzums</title><content type='html'>Because I'm bored. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid shot Ben!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm John Locke, yeah I've been shot a bunch of times. . .but I came back from the dead baby! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/Which_Lost_Character_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/whichlostcharacterareyou_resultcard_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out Which Lost Character Are You at  LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sexual Fetish. . .uh yeah, I can see that being me o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/What%27s_Your_Sexual_Fetish/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/sexfetish_resultcard_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out Your Sexual Fetish at  LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Linds and me would be more alike if she didn't do coke and meth too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Which_Celebrity_Drunk_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/050107/card_lindsay_lohan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what drunk celebrity you are at LiquidGeneration!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that I'm a hit with the ladies . . .who I will later eat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/Which_Movie_Villain_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/villain_resultcard_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out Which Movie Villain Are You at  LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloon animals eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Are_You_A_Freak_In_Bed/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/271006/freak_res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out if you are a freak in bed at LiquidGeneration!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was hoping to be good ol' Wolvie or at least have some kind of frickin' superpower. . .what the hell power does a hobbit have; furry feet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/Which_Movie_Hero_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/hero_resultcard_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out Which Movie Hero Are You at  LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Straight!!! Although I probably picked answers that would lead up to this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/Which_Superhero_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/marvel_resultcard_u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out Which Marvel Superhero Are You at  LiquidGeneration.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember what the plot for Cars was. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/Which_Pixar_Character_Are_You/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/extras/pixar_resultcard_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what pixar character are you at LiquidGeneration.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/The_Ultimate_Harry_Potter_Personality_Quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/060707/resultcard_j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out your Harry Potter personality at LiquidGeneration!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all folks. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-1161197680517183384?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/1161197680517183384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/quizzy-quizzums.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1161197680517183384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/1161197680517183384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/quizzy-quizzums.html' title='Quizzy Quizzums'/><author><name>newer</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-2902342753885061209</id><published>2009-03-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:47:26.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SchId75iYzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MPJKEvxWjys/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SchId75iYzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MPJKEvxWjys/s320/FotoFlexer_Animation.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316579039243297586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya I was going to do another one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been watching a whole bunch of tween/teen movies. I saw Twilight, Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen and She's the Man. Although, my adult brain can no longer understand the scores of stupidity in these movies; putting my brain aside, I found them light-hearted and enjoyable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still having Drama with Dr. Evil's family over our roof getting done. Late-night calls, threatening to overcharge us and such. In hindsight, this may have not been worth it. Guess I'll be spending all my Christmases here or in London.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling heavily blue all the time. Still haven't been back to school. Told Dr. Evil to get me some Vitamin D and Cod Liver Oil; hopefully this will give me the energy I need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twins are off to the Godparents this weekend. I will finally get a break and they will get to watch Monsters vs. Aliens. Also, godfather burned a whole bunch of movies for them to watch. . .very happy with that, finally means I'll get to watch something other than Shrek 2 constantly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am starting on a sci-fi/documentary watching bend. Probably inspired by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mars_trilogy"&gt;current book&lt;/a&gt; I'm reading. I believe it's the longest gap of time I've ever taken for reading a book, mostly because of the moving/children thing. Been about 2 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sad about the fact that I'm at square one again for the debt. This is gonna be a lot tougher to get through than I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glad about the house looking more like what I envisioned when I moved in. It's not perfectly there but it's definitely a good start. Hope that I can get a lot of work done on the outside of the place in the summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also happy that it's warming up. . .looking forward to 30 degree weather soon (I hope!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to make plans to visit folks. Namely folks I didn't fit in last year. . .it's a pain never having a free weekend but hey, if I don't keep in touch who know when I'll see folks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-2902342753885061209?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/2902342753885061209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2902342753885061209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/2902342753885061209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts-2.html' title='Random Thoughts 2'/><author><name>newer</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/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/SchId75iYzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MPJKEvxWjys/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Animation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501061238844450447.post-8718299793669559262</id><published>2009-03-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:20:30.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy'/><title type='text'>Future Fantasic? The Obama Deception?</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last couple of days reading about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Cayce"&gt;Edgar Cayce&lt;/a&gt;. I had watched several documentaries on him as well as other "prophets" like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostradamus"&gt;Nostradamus &lt;/a&gt;and the like. Still waiting for Mabus (unless he's already here :P.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, I have always found Mr. Cayce fascinating. His predictions and work happened really not that long ago in the span of time. Many of his predictions were accurate too. Not that I'm prone to flights of fancy, I love science and I was probably more excited hearing about the launch of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_Hadron_Collider"&gt;Hadron Collider &lt;/a&gt;and it's possibilities over the Obama election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to . . .the future. I'm pretty sure it's human nature to want to know what may or may not happen. I am in charge of my free will or are there greater powers doing the work for me. It would be too much to get into, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks these things from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching these biographies I became very interested in George Orwell and Alduous Huxley. Animal Farm is still the only book I've read over 10 times and I never re-read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; book. These great visionaries of course, didn't write any old book. Through my deep depression in High School these books were like water to me in a vast desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after brusing up on my rhetoric, I came across this "documentary" while on my regular sojourns on the net.  Not sure as to how much of a documentary it is compared to opinion but I do like that they say go out and do the research yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAaQNACwaLw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=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/eAaQNACwaLw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after watching it, I thought of the song Ms. Jackson and the lyric a &lt;a href="http://llleeesssaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; posted. You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501061238844450447-8718299793669559262?l=nonosenuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/8718299793669559262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-fantasic-obama-deception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8718299793669559262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501061238844450447/posts/default/8718299793669559262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-fantasic-obama-deception.html' title='Future Fantasic? The Obama Deception?'/><author><name>newer</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-501061238844450447.post-3591723064190365162</id><published>2009-03-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:40:35.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Dramatic Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/ScPjF4gjWMI/AAAAAAAAALw/z-Me3t88eeY/s1600-h/RoofingSystem-01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDBOMGJ0zpI/ScPjF4gjWMI/AAAAAAAAALw/z-Me3t88eeY/s320/RoofingSystem-01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315341675435088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back at square one for the debt status. Had to pay for the new roof. Probably have a lot of other things to pay for in the house too. It's a very nice roof. Better than code and I won't have to do it again until I'm about 65 years old. That probably makes the drama of getting the roof worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start at the beginning. Now I know that I needed a new roof. My home inspector told me that I did. This was of course before I knew about the too much debt status. At th
