<?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-5106753</id><updated>2011-12-30T21:36:16.034-08:00</updated><category term='buddhism'/><category term='drug'/><category term='nutmeg'/><category term='monster mash'/><category term='wiimote'/><category term='pump'/><category term='outside'/><category term='news'/><category term='jay leno'/><category term='angi'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='daylight'/><category term='DST'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='sing'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='nature'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='tonight show'/><category term='instructions'/><category term='end of the 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term='drugs'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='money'/><category term='bedrooms'/><title type='text'>Rampaging Squirrels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5454410802722807589</id><published>2011-11-05T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:08:09.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newblog'/><title type='text'>I'm moving...</title><content type='html'>I'm no longer updating this blog.  If you want to read more about what's going on with me.. go here:   &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/424j7l6"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Special note: The link listed here is a tinyurl because of the descriptive nature of the url its going to. Once you get there, you'll know what I mean.  I didn't want a bunch of bots crawling this and seeing it.  It IS a valid url though.  You can go to tinyurl.com to convert it back to it's original form if you are untrusting.  ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5454410802722807589?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5454410802722807589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5454410802722807589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5454410802722807589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5454410802722807589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m moving...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3500531071043133615</id><published>2011-01-25T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:28:30.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Today's Run...</title><content type='html'>Three 8-9 minute sets. With walking in between.  About 35 minutes or so total.   Then shower and get lunch.  I've had a busy last hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traced it out on mapmyrun.com and it was about 2.25 miles.  Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-3500531071043133615?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3500531071043133615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3500531071043133615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3500531071043133615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3500531071043133615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-run.html' title='Today&apos;s Run...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1137664629798102556</id><published>2011-01-19T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:54:49.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annuities</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm getting older. I'm 36, and I realize now that time is passing faster as I get older.  Stupid routines make days go by in a flash and soon enough I'm going to want to retire.  My company isn't sturdy enough to retire from, no pensions or anything cool like that so I'm looking into other ways to make money when I'm old.  I think maybe annuities might be the thing for me.  Well, at least to start out.  I'll let you know when I know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I ran today, but didn't yesterday.  I got too busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educational note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are annuities? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An annuity is a financial product issued by an insurance company. It allows tax-deferred growth of assets. At retirement, an annuity can help to provide a guaranteed income stream for one or more people, in specified amounts, for a specified period or for life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1137664629798102556?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1137664629798102556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1137664629798102556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1137664629798102556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1137664629798102556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2011/01/annuities.html' title='Annuities'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-823740306412688813</id><published>2011-01-18T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:00:59.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Icky Sicky</title><content type='html'>Feeling kinda yucky today.  My nose is really irritated.  I got this new stuff for my laundry that's supposed to make your clothes stay fresh for a week.  Its kinda perfumy and I'm allergic to most perfumes, so I'm having a hard time.  My eyes are itchy, and my nose is just short of a sneeze, and stuffy.  I'm hoping that my system will get used to it, but if not, I only have to deal with it till I've dirtied all my clothes and can wash them again.  heh.  I love the way it smells, but it doesn't love me so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to run today.  I've decided that my jumping back in so fast was not so good.  The last time I ran, was on a treadmill last Thursday, and I injured myself.  My balance isn't so great and I think my gait was off because I was over compensating.  I think that instead, I will stick to outside on any day other than Friday, that way if I hurt myself, I have two days to rest up before coming back to work. :) &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I also decided to start back up the Couch to 5k, just to ease my way back in. Once I get back to 3 miles of straight running (5k) then I will start amping up the miles. &amp;nbsp;I think I'll add a new mile every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couch to 5k is actually a 6 week program, but I'm already part way there, so I'm going to skip the first 2 weeks of it to lower it down to a 4 week program. &amp;nbsp;At the end of that I should be able to easily do 3 miles, possibly even 4. (I can already do 1 mile, no problem.) &amp;nbsp;Then I have 10 more weeks beyond that to get to my goal of 13.1 miles. So that mile per week should do it with a little room to spare, assuming I don't slack too much. &amp;nbsp;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cross your fingers for me! &amp;nbsp;Here's to hoping I don't lose my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-823740306412688813?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/823740306412688813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=823740306412688813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/823740306412688813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/823740306412688813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2011/01/icky-sicky.html' title='Icky Sicky'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2766010045378553319</id><published>2011-01-03T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:39:18.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TSIlkzRnUcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uRAAUTxkpf4/s1600/newyr.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TSIlkzRnUcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uRAAUTxkpf4/s200/newyr.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was home relaxing on New Years and wasn't thinking about blogging.  So here's your new years blog.  Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as far as resolutions or goals are concerned here are the top on my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send cards (i.e.; birthday, holiday, etc) every month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtain the last name, birthday's and addresses of all my friends (for the cards, heh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 20 pounds (or more)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limit candy/sweets to one day a week - Friday?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep $500 or more in savings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my bankruptcy!! dammit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more: Blog more!!  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, those are the big things.  Of course, I have a bunch of other little ones, and one other big one but I don't want to list &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any resolutions or goals for 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-2766010045378553319?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2766010045378553319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2766010045378553319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2766010045378553319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2766010045378553319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TSIlkzRnUcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uRAAUTxkpf4/s72-c/newyr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2667466571243499674</id><published>2010-12-29T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:50:21.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrap up'/><title type='text'>The end of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ff6699; float: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: right; width: 150px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00cc;"&gt;...rather than&lt;/span&gt;trying to look &lt;b&gt; at the greener grass&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color: #33cccc;"&gt;...I decided, &lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6666ff;"&gt;f*ck it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Well, it's the end of the year.  Was it productive?  Probably not.  Did I enjoy it?  Most of it, I guess.  The beginning of the year, I was ambiguous about my relationship with Rob.  In March I decided to end it.  April 1st I actually did the deed.  I broke it off.  Then we decided to give it a trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trial, which was definitely &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt;, there were suspicions and tears.  Finally I decided, f*ck it.  I don't care.  I'm with him now, and rather than trying to look at the greener grass, and rather than worrying every second that he's with someone else, I'm just going to go with the flow.   It doesn't always work.  I still have my off days, but all in all things got better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months down the road, we're still doing ok.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as other things in my life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my son is 17, almost an adult - and I'm experiencing the pangs of the impending departure.  I know he's growing up and will be out of the house soon, and I'm sad.  I'm happy because he's moving on, and leaving the nest, but sad because I will miss him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is 13, almost 14 and is showing all the signs of being a teenager.  She's taller than me now, and pushing away from me in an attempt to be more independent.  Shopping for her for Christmas this year was harder because her tastes are changing.  I kept walking down toy aisles and sighing wistfully for the days gone by when I could just bring her a flashy toy or a doll and she'd be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weight area, I've hit a place where I've stayed steadily.  I'm still in size 14/16.  I could stand to lose back the 15 pounds I gained, but it's hard to get motivated again.  I'm trying to eat right, but that doesn't always work out how I plan. I exercise, but only about 2-3 times a week (as opposed to the 4-5 times a week I was doing before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life-wise I'm trying to learn to be better at paying my bills on time and I really want to fix my credit in 2011.  I don't know how well I'll succeed, but I'm trying to reduce the amount of time I spend with my head in the sand hoping it'll all go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 turned out to be not-so-bad.  Here's to hoping 2011 will be one heckuva year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Angi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-2667466571243499674?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2667466571243499674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2667466571243499674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2667466571243499674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2667466571243499674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-year.html' title='The end of the year'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-155386375361080072</id><published>2010-12-01T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:46:22.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Picture...</title><content type='html'>Bobbleheads!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TPbB-BpnIvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2ipdBF69zG0/s1600/bobblehead.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TPbB-BpnIvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2ipdBF69zG0/s320/bobblehead.gif" width="320" /&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/5106753-155386375361080072?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/155386375361080072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=155386375361080072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/155386375361080072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/155386375361080072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-picture.html' title='Funny Picture...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TPbB-BpnIvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2ipdBF69zG0/s72-c/bobblehead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6960233249012279940</id><published>2010-09-07T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:12:40.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frosting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana nut bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Banana Nut Bread Cookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TIZjEzAX86I/AAAAAAAAAY0/9o7Uu3FwUtE/s1600/BananaCookies+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TIZjEzAX86I/AAAAAAAAAY0/9o7Uu3FwUtE/s200/BananaCookies+002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6699; float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: right; width: 150px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00cc;"&gt;...I'm &lt;/span&gt;making &lt;b&gt;BANANA&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color: #33cccc;"&gt;nut bread&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6666ff;"&gt;COOKIES... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made some cookies yesterday.  Banana nut bread cookies.  They were very good, but a little too cake like.I plan to make these slightly differently, later today maybe.&amp;nbsp; I want to reduce the bananas down so there's not so much liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the steps I'm going to try for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place 5 bananas in a microwave safe bowl; cover with plastic wrap and make several slits in the wrap to act as steam vents.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TIZjHeM9mQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Bl_bVLHgPAA/s1600/BananaCookies+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TIZjHeM9mQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Bl_bVLHgPAA/s200/BananaCookies+001.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Microwave on high until the bananas are soft and have released liquid, about 5 minutes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transfer the bananas to a fine mesh strainer set over a medium bowl and let drain, stirring occasionally, about 15 minutes (you should have ½-¾ cup liquid).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5106753-6960233249012279940?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6960233249012279940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6960233249012279940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6960233249012279940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6960233249012279940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/09/banana-nut-bread-cookies.html' title='Banana Nut Bread Cookies.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TIZjEzAX86I/AAAAAAAAAY0/9o7Uu3FwUtE/s72-c/BananaCookies+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5387246287234034057</id><published>2010-08-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:05:31.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>2:50 AM - Nope... not time to get up yet.&lt;br /&gt;3:50 AM - Nope... still not time to get up yet.&lt;br /&gt;4:50 AM - Getting closer, little nap, then you can get up.&lt;br /&gt;5:07 AM - Finally.  Get outta bed lazy head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5387246287234034057?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5387246287234034057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5387246287234034057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5387246287234034057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5387246287234034057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5856341542417141149</id><published>2010-08-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:44:25.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scott pilgrim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airbender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Scott Pilgrim vs. Last Airbender...</title><content type='html'>OMG - This had me rolling.  Soooo funny.  It won't be... as funny ... if you haven't seen Scott Pilgrim, and if you haven't seen Scott Pilgrim, wtf are you doing reading my blog??  Get out there and watch it you dumbass.  lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so funny.  Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpzkDnu-nTo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/qpzkDnu-nTo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="384" height="231"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit goes to &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"&gt;BoingBoing&lt;/a&gt; for showing this to me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2010/08/27/scott-pilgrim-vs-the.html"&gt;http://www.boingboing.net/2010/08/27/scott-pilgrim-vs-the.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5856341542417141149?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5856341542417141149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5856341542417141149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5856341542417141149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5856341542417141149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/08/scott-pilgrim-vs-last-airbender.html' title='Scott Pilgrim vs. Last Airbender...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8793605871134233911</id><published>2010-08-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:55:54.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Random Comic</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody.&amp;nbsp; I want to try to make a random comic.&amp;nbsp; Here's the idea, gimme 4-8 lines from a movie, and I'll make a strip from it, interpreting it entirely out of context.&amp;nbsp; If I pick your lines, I'll send you a prize!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, have at it.&amp;nbsp; Leave your movie quotes in the comments please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8793605871134233911?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8793605871134233911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8793605871134233911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8793605871134233911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8793605871134233911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-comic.html' title='Random Comic'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6897258144797268802</id><published>2010-08-17T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:09:32.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no thumbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocacola'/><title type='text'>I made some funny for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TGreKu0osBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/mcgyuXTUJIQ/s1600/nothumbsandcoke.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TGreKu0osBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/mcgyuXTUJIQ/s400/nothumbsandcoke.png" width="400" /&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/5106753-6897258144797268802?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6897258144797268802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6897258144797268802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6897258144797268802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6897258144797268802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-made-some-funny-for-you.html' title='I made some funny for you...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TGreKu0osBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/mcgyuXTUJIQ/s72-c/nothumbsandcoke.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6853772885630148634</id><published>2010-08-14T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T05:10:52.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scott pilgrim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geektastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruiser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>My daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ff6699; float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: right; width: 150px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00cc;"&gt;...a zillion-speed   &lt;/span&gt;mountain &lt;b&gt; bike,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color: #33cccc;"&gt;that she&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6666ff;"&gt;can modify... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;... is awesome-sauce.  We decided to open savings accounts for both her and my son a few months ago.  Well, decided to, but only her's got opened up at that time (my son's is set up now).  Anyway, so we set that up for her and she's been saving money.  She initially wanted to buy a small pet, and we said that would be ok, but she'd have to clean it, feed it, and pay for all its necessities.  Which means that her allowance will be smaller because of it.  Because, as a parent, kids come first.  Can't let the poor thing starve because she wants her candy, now can she? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently I got a new bike for my birthday.  On the condition that we'd be getting a shed to put it in so it was safer from thieves.  Well, once we'd talked her out of the mouse, she set her sights on a shiny new bike.  We made sure she could ride (she's never really owned a bike) and made sure one would fit in her room till the shed gets put up (we used mine as a tester) then approved it.  So we went shopping at Walmart.  She had 80 bucks saved up in that savings account, that she'd be able to spend on a bike.  Her account doesn't have direct access. She has to go to the ATM and withdraw using her card.  So, we went to the store before withdrawing the money, to make sure she made a wise decision, and not an impulsive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at all the bikes.  She wanted something with gears, but preferrably not many of them.  She wanted a comfortable seat, and of course, would like one under 80 bucks, though she was willing to wait till she got allowance again and go higher if there was really a better bike out there.  Well, we ended up with a fair bike for her $80.  A zillion-speed mountain bike, that she can modify with a better seat later.  Apparently it either has no gears or has a bazillion gears.  There didn't seem to be any like.. 5 speeds for instance, in her price range.  Had she wanted to go a bit higher and get one just like mine, she could have gotten away with a comfortable seat, only 7 gears, and some fat street/some off-road tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok with what she picked though.  I'm extremely proud of her for saving that much money and spending it on such a big, useful, item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, went to date night(afternoon actually) with the boyfriend, recently and saw &lt;a href="http://www.scottpilgrimthemovie.com/"&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs. The World&lt;/a&gt;.  Good movie!!  Funny and actiony.  Check it out!  :D  I couldn't believe the Zelda background music in the beginning. lol.  Totally geektastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps - now we have to think of something else to get them for xmas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-6853772885630148634?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6853772885630148634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6853772885630148634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6853772885630148634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6853772885630148634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-daughter.html' title='My daughter'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3859311117103221349</id><published>2010-07-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:06:05.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house sitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>People are trying to kill me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ff6699; float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: right; width: 150px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00cc;"&gt;...in &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;b&gt;dreams&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color: #33cccc;"&gt; that&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6666ff;"&gt;is... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;..in my dreams that is.  For the last few days I've been having dreams that someone is out to kill me.  I'm not sure why, and the situations in them change from dream to dream, but it's a common theme.  They want me ... Dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've decided I want to try running a tutoring service teaching kids how to read. I've been looking at home business ideas, because I'm getting really burnt out on my current job, and having trouble keeping up my attendance and things.  I'm afraid I'm going to get fired, but am having difficulty caring enough to do anything about it.  I've always wanted to have my own business, so if I do get fired, maybe I'll just start up my own business.  Tutoring is one idea.  In my research, I've also thought of deck maintenance, window washing, laundry services, virtual assistant services, pet/house/plant sitting, selling baked goods, and a few others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the tutoring idea the best so far though.  I've always wanted to be a teacher, and this is something I'm good at.  I taught my son to read at 4, and my daughter later on, when the school didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-3859311117103221349?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3859311117103221349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3859311117103221349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3859311117103221349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3859311117103221349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/07/people-are-trying-to-kill-me.html' title='People are trying to kill me...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8032929552871931223</id><published>2010-05-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:01:31.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding the door'/><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ff6699; float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; text-align: right; width: 150px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff00cc;"&gt;...usually &lt;/span&gt;I just &lt;a href="http://is.gd/chvYv"&gt;&lt;big style="color: #33cccc;"&gt;smile&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6666ff;"&gt;nod... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leon56.org/Buttons/School%20Days%20%2756%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://www.leon56.org/Buttons/School%20Days%20%2756%202.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, guess what?  I'm not dead yet.  Not that you thought I should be, but either way, I'm not.  Anyway, I'm here not to talk about life, but to talk about a pet peeve of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I come into work I play this game.  People are walking to the front door from several directions, and if one gets to the door before you, they tend to hold the door open for you.  So I intentionally slow down or speed up to account for this.  &lt;b&gt;To stop them from holding the door.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't like having the door held for me.  Don't get me wrong... just, I don't think it's entirely appropriate in the morning, coming in to work.  Especially when I'm not entirely focused on other people, and the whole small talk and pleasantries that come along with it are a pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one added caveat; don't slam the door in my face either.  If I'm right behind you, then by all means, hold the door.  If I have so much in my hands that it looks like I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; open the door.... hold the door.  But If I'm 20 feet back, and your holding the door consists of you standing there like an idiot waiting for me to catch up - don't.  It makes me feel guilty or rushed.  Either I have to speed up to make you not wait so long, or go my normal pace and feel like a clod that I made you wait that long.  Hell, I would even extend this to 4-5 feet back.  Basically, if your holding the door and my hand can't reach it in 2 seconds under normal circumstances, you shouldn't have been holding the door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I hate all that thank you, thank you bit.  I don't really like talking much in the morning, especially to people I don't know, and sometimes not even to the ones I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know.  Usually I just smile and nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you to all those idiots who've held the door for me on the way in to work.&amp;nbsp; It was very polite of you, just annoying. &amp;nbsp; Now stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ccff; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;image borrowed from: &lt;a href="http://www.leon56.org/"&gt;http://www.leon56.org/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; If anybody at leon HS would like me to take this down, please let me know.&amp;nbsp; I have an email address linked here on this page somewhere.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-8032929552871931223?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8032929552871931223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8032929552871931223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8032929552871931223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8032929552871931223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8726807773931338503</id><published>2010-03-30T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:29:34.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><title type='text'>Wally World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/S7JC54M1NyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/OzY-WsBaawA/s1600/walmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/S7JC54M1NyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/OzY-WsBaawA/s200/walmart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454495660805273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've got one.  Not necessarily the best one, but whatever.  I recently met a new friend.  We've been chatting via email for about a week now... or longer?  Ok, a week and a half.  Good thing I don't delete these things.  I just went back and looked. lol So anyway, we're having a discussion about the bad things that Walmart does and why they are a horrible place to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8726807773931338503?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8726807773931338503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8726807773931338503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8726807773931338503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8726807773931338503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/03/wally-world.html' title='Wally World'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/S7JC54M1NyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/OzY-WsBaawA/s72-c/walmart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8476095036358182335</id><published>2010-03-17T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:34:16.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Imadorkwhowantstodosomethingdifferentwithherlife.ImsickofbeingtakenforgrantedandIwantoutnow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8476095036358182335?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8476095036358182335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8476095036358182335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8476095036358182335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8476095036358182335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7747369662089346212</id><published>2009-12-30T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:02:32.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodnight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;..."I'm &lt;/span&gt;not &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color: rgb(51, 204, 204);"&gt;baby&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt;..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so true story... the boyfriend is getting ready to go to bed and I'm up making tea because I've got a mild sore throat.  We're saying good night to each other and I say "I love you, baby, goodnight!"&lt;br /&gt;He comes back with, "I'm not your baby.  Don't get used to saying that.  I was your honey last week, what happened to that?  What changed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  It's just a saying.  F*ck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-7747369662089346212?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7747369662089346212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7747369662089346212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7747369662089346212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7747369662089346212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5016408356787858331</id><published>2009-12-18T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:48:59.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karnivool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='themata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Themata - By Karnivool</title><content type='html'>Good song... felt like posting it instead of something I would say.  This is cooler.  Everybody should hear it.  Heh.  I posted the video from youtube at the end of the lyrics if you want to hear it.  It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Themata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step in this room where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Surely you mean this as something&lt;br /&gt;You're bringing me down to a silent breath&lt;br /&gt;When it's the truth that I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search myself for the reason&lt;br /&gt;The ever loving greed&lt;br /&gt;I am put off slightly&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to see.. oh my love&lt;br /&gt;In the sensory serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pull the pin inside&lt;br /&gt;Baby let it ride&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin' I'm the next to see&lt;br /&gt;With the fire sign&lt;br /&gt;Never make it mine&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin' I'm the next to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning slowly&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to see&lt;br /&gt;Every twist and turning&lt;br /&gt;Through my hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;This world is alive&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;This world is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a knot it binds, suffocating minds&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing, I'm the next to see&lt;br /&gt;With the fire sign&lt;br /&gt;Never make it mine&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin' I'm the next to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning slowly&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to see&lt;br /&gt;Every twist and turning&lt;br /&gt;Through my hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Search myself for the reason&lt;br /&gt;Forever loving greed&lt;br /&gt;I am bored of silence&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;This world is alive&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;This world isn't mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie awake, still, as I try to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Surely you mean this is something&lt;br /&gt;You're bringing me down to a silent breath&lt;br /&gt;and it's the truth that I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sensory, serenity&lt;br /&gt;how could it be, that I'm the next to see?&lt;br /&gt;In the sensory, serenity&lt;br /&gt;how could it be, that I'm the next to see?&lt;br /&gt;In the sensory, serenity&lt;br /&gt;how could it be, that I'm the next to see?&lt;br /&gt;In the sensory, serenity&lt;br /&gt;could it be, that I'm in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;This world is alive&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;This world isn't mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's So good to see (so good to see)&lt;br /&gt;This world I'm in loves me..&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t59vYoP6LkY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t59vYoP6LkY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5016408356787858331?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5016408356787858331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5016408356787858331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5016408356787858331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5016408356787858331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/12/themata-by-karnivool.html' title='Themata - By Karnivool'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-121130156765790815</id><published>2009-12-16T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:48:32.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back in my cave.</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of weeks I have made an effort to try to be sociable with my friends, and apparently I picked the wrong time to do so.  They all seem to be too busy to chat with me.  When I'm anti-social and I don't want to see people they all gang up on me and chatter at me almost constantly.  I think they like me better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to go back into my cave and stop trying to be social.  I'm just not very good at it anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also seriously considering giving up this blog because too many people I know read it.  So I don't write as much as I would simply because I don't want everybody to see it.  Maybe I just need a regular diary.  heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-121130156765790815?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/121130156765790815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=121130156765790815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/121130156765790815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/121130156765790815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-back-in-my-cave.html' title='Going back in my cave.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1219952230918308014</id><published>2009-11-25T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:16:39.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windows 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='install'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toshiba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harddrive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>It's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...I &lt;/span&gt;already have &lt;b&gt;Windows 7&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;installed&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;on it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to updating my Facebook, I keep forgetting to say things here.  Maybe I should give up my blog?  My life comes in these little snippets anyway, what do I need a blog for?  All the stuff I want to write I feel like I can't put up here.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to why I'm in here in the first place... so recently my computer went down.  I've been having issues with it for awhile, but then last week or was it the week before??  I tried to install Windows 7 on it.  It seemed to go ok, till I rebooted.  Then it wouldn't come back up.  It would get to the Toshiba screen, where it gave you the option of hitting F12 or F2 to get to settings or BIOS, but you couldn't even hit those buttons.   So needless to say, I called Toshiba and said "HELP!".  They had me do some things, including holding down the 'o' while the system was booting up, which sets it back to factory settings, apparently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That irritated me of course.  It's a good thing I'd backed up my important data before doing the upgrade to Win 7.  And lucky too!  Because it turns out it was an issue with the harddrive.  I ended up having to send it in, because after the 'o' reset, the system stopped getting even that far.  The next time I rebooted it just went black.  No lights, nothing.  Dead.  So Toshiba gave me some numbers and told me to drop it at the UPS store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Rob drop it off for me the next day.  It took some time, but I just got it back yesterday!!  Freakin' Yay!!   I already have Win 7 installed on it. I did it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that's pretty much it.  I also started up the couch to 5k program again.  Hopefully I'll get to week 4 before I have to quit again for surgery.  Ok, I just looked at a calendar, it'll be week 3. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-1219952230918308014?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1219952230918308014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1219952230918308014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1219952230918308014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1219952230918308014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7562135002398332843</id><published>2009-11-23T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:41:39.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Lame update</title><content type='html'>I put up a new style on my blog.  I'm not sure if I like it, but the old one loaded really slowly, and since I haven't been in much to blog, I figured I'd be nice to people who read this.   At some point I'll finish what I started and I'll put up the new layout.  it's really fricken' awesome, I just have to get down and do it. I will one of these days I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I had a good weekend.  So I'm in a super good mood today.  I must have slept pretty well last night or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going well.  We've got most of our Christmas shopping done.  We've been hanging out with friends, and black Friday is coming up.  yay!!  I've been steadily losing weight, except for last month, when I had an issue with my band.  That's fixed now though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also... I can braid my hair!!  I tried it last night, and got like a 3 inch braid into it.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-7562135002398332843?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7562135002398332843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7562135002398332843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7562135002398332843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7562135002398332843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Lame update'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1884831834974958879</id><published>2009-10-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:04:38.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Boob Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...we all &lt;/span&gt;have  &lt;b&gt;good days &lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt; and bad days  &lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;I guess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday, which means, it's BOOB DAY!  The day I go in and get my boobs pumped up.  I'm running low on time though, so I'm going to ask if I can come back in on Friday and get another pump.  Cross your fingers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also a day when I  woke up with a raging headache.  It sucks.  My head hurts so bad right now.  I really need to buy some smaller tylenol too.  I took some a few minutes ago, but because of their coating, they get stuck going down and almost cause more grief than the headache itself.  Grr.  They are mostly down now though, and so hopefully this headache will get outta here soon too.  It hurts all the way down my neck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all have good days and bad days I guess.  Overall, I'm feeling better with life.  I have some great friends now, that I actually hang out with!  And some good friends at work too, so it makes my day easier.  My weight loss is going brilliantly, even with the lack of exercise, which, by the way, I should be able to start up again tomorrow.  Yay!!  So it'll be back to the elliptical for me.  *grins*  I can't wait.  I already have been sneaking in a little here and there to make sure my body hasn't forgotten how to exercise.  Just nothing too horribly heart pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  My head is still pounding, so thinking of what to write is causing me pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-1884831834974958879?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1884831834974958879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1884831834974958879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1884831834974958879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1884831834974958879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/10/boob-day.html' title='Boob Day!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7520555024253576424</id><published>2009-10-09T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:58:18.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolcatz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jr. high'/><title type='text'>All is good, I suppose.</title><content type='html'>Having an ok day at work. Missing my sweetheart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading lolcatz on &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt;  and playing Cafe World on facebook.  I had training earlier today for a product I will be supporting soon. It seems like a pretty ok product, so I might like supporting it.  The training was good too.  Unlike the one I had last week that I didn't tell you about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy right now, could use a nap.  I'm off work in a few minutes though, and since I can't sleep and drive, I'll need to be awake to get home!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently talked to a guy I hung out with in Jr. High.  I used to like him alot, but back then I was too young to know what to do with those feelings.  Too bad I didn't know him a year or two later.  I certainly would have known then!  hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all.  Just dropping in to say hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-7520555024253576424?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7520555024253576424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7520555024253576424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7520555024253576424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7520555024253576424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-is-good-i-suppose.html' title='All is good, I suppose.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5604806046584177913</id><published>2009-10-07T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:56:30.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk'/><title type='text'>Jerk</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really hate him.  He's such a jerk.  He expects me to do everything!  I'm so sick of being under-appreciated and I'm feeling under-loved.  I just wish sometimes he would notice that the house is getting messy, and maybe help pick up.  Instead of just insinuating that "had we done it my way, it wouldn't be like this".  The coffee table needs cleaned, and the table in the foyer is piled with papers and mail.  He has all these stupid piles around the bedroom of clothes and stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on top of it all he's getting to be all mean and snippy all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's all.  I just wanted to gripe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5604806046584177913?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5604806046584177913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5604806046584177913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5604806046584177913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5604806046584177913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/10/jerk.html' title='Jerk'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2011628700360967382</id><published>2009-09-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:38:48.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyding jekyll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Unfinished blog about the concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...then&lt;/span&gt;I saw &lt;b&gt;LOTS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;of people&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;I knew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Hyding Jekyll last night, and some other bands... My friend Esther was supposed to go with me originally as a girls night out, then it got changed up to a group girls night out and my sister Mary, and some of my other friends, Joede, Ariel, and Sue. On the day of, Esther decided not to come. She said she wasn't feeling well. Personally I think that she just didn't want to go. :-( So we had an extra ticket, and were gonna give it to another friend, who I hadn't had a chance to invite, Tamera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bringing a camera, so Charles(the camera guy) could get a different angle on the show. So since Esther bailed, I asked if Charles could give us a lift to the show, and he did. We got all dressed up and went to meet Charles at my BF's work, so that I could give the BF my truck to get home. When we left the house, we got about 2 blocks down the road when I realized that I'd forgotten the camera! Then, we got that, and were driving down the road again, and realized that I'd forgotten the damn tickets! So we went back and got those. We got to my BF's work and dropped off the truck, and the tickets with the other girls. We got introduced to Charles' step son, and got in to go. Before the first stop sign I realized that the camera was in the truck! omg. So we went back to the truck and got the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were on our way to wow hall... i asked Charles, during our drive if i was over dressed, and his answer? "Naw, you look classy....today." lol Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there I almost tripped getting out of Charles' car (it's a 2 door and I was sitting in back) but he helped me out. I left my jacket in the car, good thing too cause it turned out to be freakin' hot in there later. Turning towards the wow hall from where we were parked I saw a bunch of people there and not one was dressed up like me and my sister, so I felt a little out of place. I also saw some of the bands outside. We went inside and because I'm like a teenager, and have trouble being by myself we hung out by Charles till I saw people I knew. Then I saw LOTS of people I knew. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I saw Karen, who had brought her group, of which I knew almost all... Dominic, Tim, Eric, all my son's friends, and her daughter, whose name I always forget cause I hardly ever see her. There was also Alex, later, and Greg Williams, and a couple other people who's faces I knew, but did not know personally. The first band to play was Tullis, the band sounded good, but there weren't any damn lyrics. Then Broken cell was up, they were ok, but a bit to metal for me. My sister was having fun watching the drummers play. I think she has aspirations, of being a drummer or a drummer critic, I don't know? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the second band I got the text from Joede that they were almost there. I went outside to meet them just as they were walking up. Hugs all around! Went inside, chatted a bit, tried to introduce them to my work friends, but the music was too loud. Joede told me that her roomate, Dave, was there with his GF, and that he'd been there for awhile, but I hadn't seen him. Also, Tamera hadn't come, so Joede gave the extra ticket to Chad, her BF, and he hadn't come either because he was feeling ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got really hot in there with all the people and the smoke machine, so we went outside a few times. I wish I'd thought to take pics of the girls the first few times we were outside! The Wow hall has a bar, it's downstairs and really small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-2011628700360967382?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2011628700360967382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2011628700360967382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2011628700360967382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2011628700360967382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/09/unfinished-blog-about-concert.html' title='Unfinished blog about the concert'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2125776304500816270</id><published>2009-09-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:57:36.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>Generalities</title><content type='html'>I'm bored with the magazine style on my blog.  It's tiresome to have to pick out the words and put them in the other area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here anyway.  Trying to keep up with this blog too, so I'm gonna update.  I'm having part of my reconstruction soon, which you already know.  BUT they moved it up to this coming Monday!  The 14th!! (which you didn't know)  ACK!  I'm not ready for surgery right now.  Geez.  If I didn't want to get this done so bad by the end of the year, I would have waited.  I couldn't afford it though, if I waited till the new year because of the new co-pays and stuff.  This year it's all paid off because of my lap-band surgery, and half the money that I would have paid for that even got written off on my bankruptcy.  I wouldn't have been able to afford that even had they not billed me for a large chunk of it.  I have a feeling that this surgery is going to cost a ton too, because my plastic surgeon isn't in the network of preferred providers.  Cross your fingers for me, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Yay for the Steelers last night!!  I haven't seen the game yet, I'm saving it for when I'm at home after surgery.  I heard they won though!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SqpzRnk1mtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uVW_hvrffAI/s1600-h/picture-2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SqpzRnk1mtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uVW_hvrffAI/s320/picture-2241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380239451365939922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-2125776304500816270?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2125776304500816270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2125776304500816270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2125776304500816270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2125776304500816270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/09/generalities.html' title='Generalities'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SqpzRnk1mtI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uVW_hvrffAI/s72-c/picture-2241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1871081196259202594</id><published>2009-09-09T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:37:33.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boob Job</title><content type='html'>I went to the plastic surgeon yesterday to get the ball rolling on my boob job, and boy did it roll.  In order to finish by the end of the year, he's having me come in for surgery on September 21st.  Yes, you read right, that's less than 2 weeks from now.  Holy sh*t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he told me is that this is a two part process.  Apparently I can't avoid the implants because I still have too much belly fat and my stomach skin is too far out of shape to work with.  So he's going to take some skin and stuff from my back for the right boob, and put expanders in both sides to get them ready for the implants.  I don't want very big boobs, so this shouldn't take too long.  Once it's to the right size, I will have another surgery to put the actual implant in and take the expanders out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1871081196259202594?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1871081196259202594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1871081196259202594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1871081196259202594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1871081196259202594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/09/boob-job.html' title='Boob Job'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6380718742205910609</id><published>2009-08-30T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:53:54.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Anybody Seen a Missing Squirrel?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from shopping and dropping the BF off at work.   Later today I need to take my daughter to the store to get some new shoes for school.  I'd also like to pick up a new frying pan.  I'm going to check Ross to see if there are any at a reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a bit of weight since the last time I posted, 11 lbs to be exact.  Life is going well.  I've made some new friends, the BF has gotten a promotion, my sister is living with me temporarily.  Oh, and I also declared bankruptcy on Friday.  Which sounds like a bad thing, but really, it's not.  I'm trying to get my life back on track after all the set backs in the last two years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only reason I haven't been updating this blog much is because I've been updating my WLS blog more.  I don't really have a lot to say day to day except about my weight loss, and that info really doesn't belong here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's to hoping I have something interesting to say soon.  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and look for the changes that are coming to this blog soon.  I'm getting a new layout, and adding links to my twitter and facebook.  Eventually.  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6380718742205910609?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6380718742205910609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6380718742205910609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6380718742205910609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6380718742205910609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/08/anybody-seen-missing-squirrel.html' title='Anybody Seen a Missing Squirrel?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-497639267336602791</id><published>2009-08-04T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:10:46.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='48'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...Happy &lt;/span&gt;Birthday to &lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;President &lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;Obama! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me and to President Obama!  Yay Us!!  I am 35, and while old is not as old as Obama who turned 48 today.  I am celebrating with a double-decker red velvet cake with boston cream and coconut filling, topped with frosting that looks like an ice cream sundae flavored chocolate and strawberry.  MMMMmmmMMMmmmm.  Hopefully I'll get some ice cream too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-497639267336602791?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/497639267336602791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=497639267336602791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/497639267336602791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/497639267336602791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7988660127724490204</id><published>2009-08-03T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:29:50.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bankruptcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Karaoke and Bankruptcy</title><content type='html'>Had a great night out at karaoke!  Got way drunk, and sang some tunes.  I even played some pool!  :D  I'm back at work again, ready for another week.  Even got up early today, did some sit ups and got to work on time.  Start of a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda for later, find out how to self file bankruptcy.  Lawyer was too expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-7988660127724490204?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7988660127724490204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7988660127724490204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7988660127724490204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7988660127724490204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/08/karaoke-and-bankruptcy.html' title='Karaoke and Bankruptcy'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4254836358872343742</id><published>2009-07-31T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:37:35.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='root canal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bankruptcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicodin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...the dentist &lt;/span&gt;got a piece &lt;b&gt;of metal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;stuck&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;in my tooth... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bad day.  Actually, a bad couple of days.  If you count Monday, which I would, a total of 3 bad days in the same week.  Not a good thing, lemme tell ya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had a root canal.  It was supposed to be all one shot, they dig out the tooth, they give me a filling, then I come back later for a cap on the tooth.  Then, the dentist got a piece of metal stuck in my tooth.  It broke off from one of the tools he used to scrape out my tooth.  He says I have to see a specialist to get the piece out. I asked him if it wouldn't be better just to pull the tooth, but since that tooth has such good roots, he didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left that day it didn't hurt too bad.  I went to Crue Fest on Tuesday, had a nice day off on Wednesday, and then it started to hurt a little.  As of yesterday it was excruciating.  To the point I had to take my &lt;del&gt;yummy&lt;/del&gt; liquid vicodin to fix it, and even that didn't really work.  A half dose didn't work at all, and a whole dose just numbed it a bit.  Enough to make me comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat.  Then on top of all that, I've gained weight.  Not alot.  Just like, a pound over the last 2 days.  I expected to gain a little because, lets face it, I wasn't eating perfectly on my two days off.  Not alot of choices at the concert, then the next day was popcorn and stuff because we spent 6+ hours in a movie theater. Though I have to say I did try to cut back on the other food I ate because I knew I was eating alot of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even jumped on the treadmill yesterday for 31 minutes.  Today though, I was up .7 lbs.  I really shouldn't let it bother me, but combined with the other crap...arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in addition to all that, I got a letter that I was going to be garnished.  Now, I haven't mentioned it, because I've been working on my WLS blog more than this one, but I have an appointment with a lawyer today for bankruptcy.  I know he's going to fix it, but in the meantime we're down $283 bucks on a check that was already short from time off a few weeks ago.  I am not looking forward to telling my BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garnishment is coming from one of my medical bills from last year, which got me to thinking.  I have a friend, who also has cancer, (I'll call him Dude) and because he worked for a TV company was able to raise himself a good chunk of change to help cover his medical bills.  He even got to go to Disneyland, and he's still asking people for money, and I think he's selling cancer t-shirts too.  Now, don't get me wrong, he's my friend and all so I don't begrudge him the help, but I can't help feeling a little abandoned that no one really helped me.  I've had that donation button up on my site since I was diagnosed, and it had one hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make you people feel guilty or anything.  This is my blog, and I'm venting.  So don't make any changes on account of these statements.  I'm just feeling jealous that Dude was able to get help, and I wasn't.  I'm jealous that people care about him and not about me.  I'm upset because the people I'm really close to that would have helped are all broke and/or welfare recipients.  And I'm pissed that I didn't go to college and get rich and not have to be in this damn situation in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bad day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-4254836358872343742?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4254836358872343742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4254836358872343742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4254836358872343742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4254836358872343742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7311955403010331957</id><published>2009-07-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:42:06.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna nalick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Preparing for Karaoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...'Cause you &lt;/span&gt;can't jump &lt;b&gt;the tracks&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;We're&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;like cars on a cable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping we'll get to go to Karaoke soon.  Had a chance right after surgery, but I was still on meds, and not feeling up to it yet.  I'm hoping that we'll try again after payday.  That would be fun.  So I'm listening to my iPod and thinking of songs I wanna do.  I'm 99% sure that I wanna do this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;"Breathe (2 AM)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,&lt;br /&gt;I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like they have any right at all to criticize,&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, girl.&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt;"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,&lt;br /&gt;"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."&lt;br /&gt;Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button, boys,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And breathe... just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button now&lt;br /&gt;Sing it if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;and breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;woah breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Oh breathe, just breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-7311955403010331957?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7311955403010331957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7311955403010331957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7311955403010331957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7311955403010331957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/07/preparing-for-karaoke.html' title='Preparing for Karaoke'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2935147456616318896</id><published>2009-07-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:54:23.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><title type='text'>Down 11 pounds!</title><content type='html'>This is not my WLS blog, so if you want details, go to my other blog &lt;a href="http://angiandthelapband.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://angiandthelapband.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-2935147456616318896?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2935147456616318896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2935147456616318896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2935147456616318896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2935147456616318896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-11-pounds.html' title='Down 11 pounds!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6194425957299529520</id><published>2009-07-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:33:34.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>Surgery Update</title><content type='html'>Surgery done.  This is just a little update, I have a band-aid on my finger that's causing me trouble typing.  I'll post more tomorrow!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6194425957299529520?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6194425957299529520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6194425957299529520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6194425957299529520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6194425957299529520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/07/surgery-update.html' title='Surgery Update'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5191038709936224947</id><published>2009-06-24T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:42:53.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laproscopic band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight-loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lap-band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Lap Band Surgery</title><content type='html'>I just got approved for lap-band surgery, and my surgery is scheduled for Monday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out my other blog for more info:  &lt;a href="http://angiandthelapband.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angi and the Lap-Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5191038709936224947?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5191038709936224947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5191038709936224947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5191038709936224947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5191038709936224947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/06/lap-band-surgery.html' title='Lap Band Surgery'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8182890893272961184</id><published>2009-05-20T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:31:10.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>The Blue Mole and the Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/ShQ-QeehDUI/AAAAAAAAASI/eWQiouIk4yU/s1600-h/mole1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/ShQ-QeehDUI/AAAAAAAAASI/eWQiouIk4yU/s320/mole1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337959911120768322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rambling down the street one day&lt;br /&gt;I saw a young tree that began to sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From underneath the soil did peek&lt;br /&gt;A tiny blue mole very shiny and sleek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tree tipped and swayed to and fro&lt;br /&gt;The mole dipped down and up and up and down he did go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work did the mole;&lt;br /&gt;The mole to dig a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underground quickly dug&lt;br /&gt;From the tree like a rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipped away all the dirt&lt;br /&gt;The tree used as a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting with disaster the tree was.&lt;br /&gt;All I could see of the mole, fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dropped oh so quickly&lt;br /&gt;The tree its top so thickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered with leaves and birds and bees&lt;br /&gt;Flopped down the hole with the greatest of ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue mole's job was done.&lt;br /&gt;His contest with the tree won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked on that sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;Past the tree far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always did wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Why the mole tore asunder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth underneath that nice tree.&lt;br /&gt;When it was so tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt; and so green&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;   and so free.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8182890893272961184?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8182890893272961184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8182890893272961184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8182890893272961184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8182890893272961184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/05/blue-mole-and-tree.html' title='The Blue Mole and the Tree'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/ShQ-QeehDUI/AAAAAAAAASI/eWQiouIk4yU/s72-c/mole1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1011962419840277763</id><published>2009-05-12T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:28:08.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tina'/><title type='text'>Tina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...We'd go &lt;/span&gt;swimming &lt;b&gt;in the pool&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;and get sandwiches&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;and slurpees from 7-Eleven... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was looking at this blog and realized that the last month or more, all my posts have been pictures. Barely any text.  I'm going to try to make at least one real blog a month from now on.  I've just been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, update on things going on.   You already know that my hair is growing back.  I took a picture of that.  Well, I've also recently signed up for facebook.  If you want to be my friend there, you'll need to email me with subject:&lt;span style="font-family: courier new"&gt; Squirrels FaceBook&lt;/span&gt;, so I'll know you're a real person and not a stupid drone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In facebook I've been meeting and greeting all these people that I haven't talked to in a long time, people from high school and whatnot.  Well, recently, I was contacted by someone I haven't seen since I was 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Tina, who I met when I was 13, was my best friend for a long time.  I even dated her older brother.  She's 2 years younger than me, and she was so much fun!  She liked the things I liked, and we hung out in the same group of people.  In fact, it was my cousin who introduced us. He was friends with her first, but when my mom and me moved to 10th street, which was right down the street from my tia Dodo (his mom), I ended up hanging out with them which of course led to being friends with Tina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hung out so much that her mom even threw my 14th birthday party.  That was the year my mom gave me $2 bucks for my birthday. Tina's mom, Connie, went all out.  We had burgers and hot dogs and they even made me a cake, which they had surreptitiously asked me about before hand. Tina showed me some cakes in a magazine or on a flyer or something and told me to pick out which one I would have.  Well I did and Connie copied it perfectly.  It was the best birthday ever.  They'd invited all our friends, and we all had cake and food and swam in the pool.  It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, Tina was awesome.  We used to hang out at all hours of the night, till 2 am sometimes.  We'd go swimming in the pool, and get sandwiches and slurpees from 7-Eleven.  After dating her brother, I dated Tina's next door neighbor, and she dated his little brother (who looked just like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqmahDExbko"&gt;Gerardo!&lt;/a&gt;).  They were Jesus and David Duarte.  (David was the Gerardo one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so when I was 17, and she was almost 15, her mom told me they were going to California, and that I shouldn't come around again.  After that, life happened.  I went back to their last house that I knew about, but they had moved.  I didn't know how to find her.  Since then I'd tried the white pages, but I didn't know where they'd gone really.  I even tried looking up her brother, Danny, because I knew he'd stayed in Tucson.  I never got anywhere though.  More recently I'd tried to find her on MySpace, and then Facebook, but still nothing.  Her name is a common name, so nothing ever came up clear enough for me to contact her.  Time went by and I thought I'd never see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;And then she found ME!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-1011962419840277763?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1011962419840277763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1011962419840277763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1011962419840277763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1011962419840277763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/05/tina.html' title='Tina'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4071589769035261737</id><published>2009-05-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:49:13.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough hair to put in clips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SghlGQ2rhsI/AAAAAAAAARg/Xx-pj-nxD8k/s1600-h/photo-753380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SghlGQ2rhsI/AAAAAAAAARg/Xx-pj-nxD8k/s320/photo-753380.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334624916898285250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-4071589769035261737?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4071589769035261737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4071589769035261737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4071589769035261737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4071589769035261737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/05/enough-hair-to-put-in-clips.html' title='Enough hair to put in clips!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SghlGQ2rhsI/AAAAAAAAARg/Xx-pj-nxD8k/s72-c/photo-753380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4642292983803315346</id><published>2009-04-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:14:17.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunnydaysmakemesmile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sey7edASdbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GZqQ_yZTC2w/s1600-h/photo-757023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sey7edASdbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GZqQ_yZTC2w/s320/photo-757023.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326838591128761778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-4642292983803315346?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4642292983803315346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4642292983803315346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4642292983803315346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4642292983803315346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunnydaysmakemesmile.html' title='Sunnydaysmakemesmile!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sey7edASdbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GZqQ_yZTC2w/s72-c/photo-757023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-40510161637992261</id><published>2009-04-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:50:01.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simon cowell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susan boyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britain'/><title type='text'>Too cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is just a brilliant moment in television. You have to watch it to fully comprehend just how fantastic it is.  Just watch.  It may even make you tear up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8ymn0" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8ymn0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8ymn0"&gt;Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/dwarthy"&gt;dwarthy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: .6em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Credit for this link/video goes to &lt;a href="http://www.nerdist.com/"&gt;@Nerdist&lt;/a&gt; follow him too!  He's awesomely cool: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nerdist"&gt;Nerdist @twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-40510161637992261?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/40510161637992261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=40510161637992261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/40510161637992261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/40510161637992261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-cool.html' title='Too cool'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4436537789318360572</id><published>2009-03-27T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:51:05.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sc1KSRTS6HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XwpEKPFCiYQ/s1600-h/photo-765132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sc1KSRTS6HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XwpEKPFCiYQ/s320/photo-765132.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317988412736858226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was reading a blog today and saw this great koi(coi?) fish tattoo.   &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been wanting a tattoo for awhile that has a chain around my  &lt;br&gt;ankle, that I can add &amp;quot;charms&amp;quot; to.  Well here&amp;#39;s a drawing that is  &lt;br&gt;pretty close ( in a rough way ) to what I&amp;#39;m going for.  I know, bad  &lt;br&gt;lighting, but you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-4436537789318360572?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4436537789318360572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4436537789318360572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4436537789318360572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4436537789318360572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sc1KSRTS6HI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XwpEKPFCiYQ/s72-c/photo-765132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6826018017306888374</id><published>2009-03-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:39:28.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/ScaiAPDzwQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i1zCkV8UsfQ/s1600-h/photo-768038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/ScaiAPDzwQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i1zCkV8UsfQ/s320/photo-768038.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316114535083655426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today is Cierra&amp;#39;s birthday. We celebrated yesterday. And today, we do  &lt;br&gt;laundry!!  yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6826018017306888374?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6826018017306888374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6826018017306888374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6826018017306888374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6826018017306888374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/ScaiAPDzwQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i1zCkV8UsfQ/s72-c/photo-768038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1671757787512776024</id><published>2009-03-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:23:01.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay leno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tonight show'/><title type='text'>My President, the Rockstar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;President Barack Obama was on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno.  Sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all smiles during this interview. I thoroughly enjoyed it, I loved his answers about AIG and his statements about the economy.  I got the feeling he really cares, and that he's really invested in making America a better place.  They looked like they were really having a good time, and enjoying each others' company. I loved the bit at the end about the "Portuguese water head dog" !  That had me giggling. And it does sound like a scary dog!!! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. President, you are a rockstar and I'm so glad you were elected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: #ccc; width: 420px; height: 325px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/49c39f7798942fd4/4741e3c5156499a7/236ed3e4/-cpid/87808604619d465f" id="W4727a250e66f972349c39f7798942fd4" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/49c39f7798942fd4/4741e3c5156499a7/236ed3e4/-cpid/87808604619d465f" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/5106753-1671757787512776024?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1671757787512776024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1671757787512776024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1671757787512776024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1671757787512776024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-president-rockstar.html' title='My President, the Rockstar.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7742134369380393992</id><published>2009-03-18T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:13:06.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble rings'/><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>There are no words for how cool this is.  Just watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: #ccc; width: 450px; height: 355; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wuVgXJ55G6Y&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wuVgXJ55G6Y&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-7742134369380393992?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7742134369380393992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7742134369380393992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7742134369380393992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7742134369380393992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8756996173472363159</id><published>2009-03-18T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:22:29.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>Songs and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;The best thing...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...it's&lt;big style="color:#33CCCC; font: italic 30pt comic sans, cursive;"&gt;FREE&lt;/big&gt; &lt;/span&gt;freakin' &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;OMG&lt;/big&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a brand new day and I'm learning more French!  Yay Me!!  I was looking for an online french flash card thing that I could use to quiz myself, because I don't like lugging around all the flashcards. I found this:&lt;a href="http://www.babbel.com/"&gt;http://www.babbel.com/&lt;/a&gt;...which is freakin' awesome!!  It not only has flash cards, but it also quizzes you on spelling, and putting the words into sentences.  It's like an advanced version of the French learning game on my &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/ds/what"&gt;NDS&lt;/a&gt;, called &lt;a href="http://mywordcoach.us.ubi.com/my_french_coach.php"&gt;My French Coach&lt;/a&gt;. It has alot of the same type of learning tools.  Oh, and the best thing about babbel.com?  It's free.  Freakin' free.  OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found the song from the Target commercial that I like so much!  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xC2wC9N_VRY"&gt;Brand New Day&lt;/a&gt; and it's by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/timmyersmusic"&gt;Tim Myers&lt;/a&gt; (featuring Lindsey Ray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 500px; height: 375px; background: #ccc; border: 1px black solid; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdTwVCNKxV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdTwVCNKxV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the target commercial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-8756996173472363159?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8756996173472363159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8756996173472363159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8756996173472363159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8756996173472363159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-and-stuff.html' title='Songs and Stuff'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-292472708996766587</id><published>2009-03-09T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:30:12.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4wd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>March Snow</title><content type='html'>Today was a weird day for weather here.  We got snow, and it's March!!  Too bad it didn't stick.  I have a 4WD now and I'd love to cruise around in the white stuff! I texted my boyfriend and kids to tell them and got no response.  I guess the kids went to school (they were both sick last night, I figured they'd stay home) and the boyfriend was probably sleeping still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  what can you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-292472708996766587?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/292472708996766587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=292472708996766587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/292472708996766587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/292472708996766587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-snow.html' title='March Snow'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6078340047242630939</id><published>2009-03-07T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:34:24.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchkin Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SbMusByvLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pFgHTh7nADs/s1600-h/photo-764491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SbMusByvLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pFgHTh7nADs/s320/photo-764491.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310639719530310850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The kids are sick so we&amp;#39;re entertaining them with a quick game of  &lt;br&gt;munchkin.  Oh what fun!! We love this game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6078340047242630939?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6078340047242630939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6078340047242630939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6078340047242630939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6078340047242630939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/munchkin-lovers.html' title='Munchkin Lovers'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SbMusByvLMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pFgHTh7nADs/s72-c/photo-764491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8766985803437780518</id><published>2009-03-05T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:46:21.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SbAB3TiH1GI/AAAAAAAAAQM/e6XHo1Z3fnQ/s1600-h/photo-781927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SbAB3TiH1GI/AAAAAAAAAQM/e6XHo1Z3fnQ/s320/photo-781927.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309746010317640802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I saw this guy on the way back from the bank the other day.  I  &lt;br&gt;remember when I was a kid, I wanted to do this exact same thing, and  &lt;br&gt;ride around on a golf cart.  My gramma always told me it was illegal  &lt;br&gt;to do that though, because these things aren&amp;#39;t street legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8766985803437780518?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8766985803437780518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8766985803437780518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8766985803437780518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8766985803437780518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5358545881916415160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5358545881916415160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-tree.html' title='Pretty Tree'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sa8garbPhwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ydIq9iEdA3Y/s72-c/photo-766184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8124706215225923437</id><published>2009-03-03T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:53:42.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sa2m5jUPx-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/sP6lZrDTdQw/s1600-h/photo-722754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sa2m5jUPx-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/sP6lZrDTdQw/s320/photo-722754.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309083043402598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WTF am I allergic to now???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8124706215225923437?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8124706215225923437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8124706215225923437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8124706215225923437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8124706215225923437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/dots.html' title='dots'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sa2m5jUPx-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/sP6lZrDTdQw/s72-c/photo-722754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6404651483502620492</id><published>2009-03-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:42:22.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SaxgzrXjBjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6MXMV78wE1M/s1600-h/photo-742703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SaxgzrXjBjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6MXMV78wE1M/s320/photo-742703.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308724501694055986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I need to take out my contacts.  My eyes are tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6404651483502620492?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6404651483502620492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6404651483502620492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6404651483502620492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6404651483502620492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-eyes.html' title='Tired Eyes'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SaxgzrXjBjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6MXMV78wE1M/s72-c/photo-742703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-9002023295558139892</id><published>2009-03-01T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:14:57.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SatBIf7bkLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sCueA3bIHf4/s1600-h/photo-797332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SatBIf7bkLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sCueA3bIHf4/s320/photo-797332.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308408200051790002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The grocery store is not the best place to get ice. it&amp;#39;s so hot in  &lt;br&gt;here that I&amp;#39;m sweating. I&amp;#39;m afraid it will melt shortly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-9002023295558139892?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/9002023295558139892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=9002023295558139892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9002023295558139892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9002023295558139892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice.html' title='Ice'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SatBIf7bkLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sCueA3bIHf4/s72-c/photo-797332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3902526271040940851</id><published>2009-02-27T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:36:19.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albany</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SajbY48JVHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/d8COpp3tnEw/s1600-h/photo-779833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SajbY48JVHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/d8COpp3tnEw/s320/photo-779833.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307733381504128114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That&amp;#39;s Steves cool couch. I wish I had one.  That&amp;#39;s my laptop there  &lt;br&gt;too.  I wish they had wireless Internet here. I brought them a d-link  &lt;br&gt;router, but they haven&amp;#39;t hooked it up yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-3902526271040940851?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3902526271040940851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3902526271040940851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3902526271040940851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3902526271040940851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/albany.html' title='Albany'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SajbY48JVHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/d8COpp3tnEw/s72-c/photo-779833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1524583080376234250</id><published>2009-02-27T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:37:43.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Check-in</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sah5STw2jqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4WEiAJ8NMJw/s1600-h/photo-763510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sah5STw2jqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4WEiAJ8NMJw/s320/photo-763510.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307625516305911458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Stupid labs. I hate having my blood drawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1524583080376234250?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1524583080376234250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1524583080376234250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1524583080376234250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1524583080376234250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancer-check-in.html' title='Cancer Check-in'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/Sah5STw2jqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4WEiAJ8NMJw/s72-c/photo-763510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8018170627405489862</id><published>2009-02-27T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:42:56.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Cierra in a cart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SahsCxPwIBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SD-fQw-e32c/s1600-h/photo-774992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SahsCxPwIBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SD-fQw-e32c/s320/photo-774992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307610955691073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;This photo was actually taken last week, but I was testing my email posting!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8018170627405489862?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8018170627405489862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8018170627405489862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8018170627405489862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8018170627405489862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/cierra-in-cart.html' title='Cierra in a cart!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SahsCxPwIBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SD-fQw-e32c/s72-c/photo-774992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8978266403036708857</id><published>2009-02-27T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:41:56.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>dying phone</title><content type='html'>My phone is almost dead, but I'm bored. so I'm making random posts on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Albany tonight, as usual.  I'm going to bring my rosetta stone disk if I can remember.   I also have a stupid appointment with my cancer doc.  One of those "how are you doing?" appointments where they don't really do anything, they just want your money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-8978266403036708857?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8978266403036708857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8978266403036708857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8978266403036708857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8978266403036708857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/dying-phone.html' title='dying phone'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7132886304288716623</id><published>2009-02-27T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:36:32.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from my phone</title><content type='html'>I'm testing out blogging from my phone. I want to be able to put in pics from my phone too. Not too sure if I can do that from this app though. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-7132886304288716623?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7132886304288716623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7132886304288716623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7132886304288716623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7132886304288716623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-from-my-phone.html' title='blogging from my phone'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5630428894997013419</id><published>2009-02-20T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:59:43.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purchase'/><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Vehicle</title><content type='html'>I bought Nathan's truck!  Yay! No more car shopping for me!  I have been so bogged down by the amount of energy it takes to find a new car.  I couldn't even think straight! &lt;br /&gt;Now that's all behind me.  Go me. &lt;br /&gt;If I remember, I'll post up some pictures of it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5630428894997013419?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5630428894997013419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5630428894997013419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5630428894997013419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5630428894997013419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-another-vehicle.html' title='Another Day, Another Vehicle'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3592585458193376740</id><published>2009-02-19T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:40:18.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lungs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asthma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Where's my breath?</title><content type='html'>I can't say for sure, but I think I'm getting a sore throat.  I hate it when my throat gets all puffy and raw.  It's not a pleasant experience.  I've been prone to strep since I was a kid.  I found out that I was allergic to penicillin becuase of a really bad episode with strep when I was eight.  I couldn't even drink water or eat ice cream, and my mom took me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently I haven't been taking my Advair (which I know sounds a bit off topic, but I'm getting there, be patient) and by recently I mean like for the last month.  My breathing gets worse by the day, I have asthma you know... well, you should know if you've read this blog long enough. I really need my Advair, but haven't taken it because it's a pain in the rear.  You have to suck in into your lungs, then rinse out your mouth thoroughly so you don't get thrush.  It's a steriod too, which reduces your immune system.  Which is partly how it functions to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have been having alot of difficulty going up stairs and even talking while standing.  I hate not being able to breath alot. Because of my problems breathing I have started to take it again, without the mouth rinsing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That is probably the A # 1 reason my throat hurts.  This sucks.  I'd just use my albuterol tablets, except they cause me to feel all jittery and weird, and I don't like that feeling either.  Can't I just wish to be normal and sick free?  Why do I have to be so miserable all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-3592585458193376740?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3592585458193376740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3592585458193376740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3592585458193376740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3592585458193376740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheres-my-breath.html' title='Where&apos;s my breath?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2883118249546021860</id><published>2009-02-13T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:52:55.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fezfriday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><title type='text'>#FezFriday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SZXPcXF5ctI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wYoTf4k8XDc/s1600-h/pirate_fez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SZXPcXF5ctI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wYoTf4k8XDc/s320/pirate_fez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302372222440665810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fez Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen your fez lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-2883118249546021860?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2883118249546021860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2883118249546021860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2883118249546021860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2883118249546021860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/fezfriday.html' title='#FezFriday'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SZXPcXF5ctI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wYoTf4k8XDc/s72-c/pirate_fez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7493497419979642919</id><published>2009-02-02T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:05:44.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pittsburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pittgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xliii'/><title type='text'>Steeler Love</title><content type='html'>O ... M ... G ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that game?!  It was so awesome.  I was so afraid that we were gonna lose for a minute there and then BAM!  Oh so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this post, that another blogger did that completely describes this awesome day, and I want to repost it, so here it is, in all it's Steeler's glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haveagoodsandwich.org/2009/02/02/what-theyre-really-thinking-super-bowl-xliii-edition/"&gt;Superbowl XLIII Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-7493497419979642919?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7493497419979642919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7493497419979642919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7493497419979642919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7493497419979642919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/02/steeler-love.html' title='Steeler Love'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-9160786895881133855</id><published>2009-01-29T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:53:55.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing only blogger @bl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-9160786895881133855?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/9160786895881133855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=9160786895881133855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9160786895881133855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9160786895881133855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing-only-blogger-bl.html' title=''/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-790483187342590293</id><published>2009-01-29T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:51:38.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing ping.fm from mobile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-790483187342590293?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/790483187342590293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=790483187342590293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/790483187342590293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/790483187342590293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/01/testing-ping.html' title=''/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1779634884715379966</id><published>2009-01-29T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:48:43.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Ping.FM now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1779634884715379966?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1779634884715379966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1779634884715379966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1779634884715379966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1779634884715379966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-ping.html' title=''/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1368657861681452332</id><published>2009-01-27T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:19:30.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Frustration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...I'm &lt;/span&gt;sorry, &lt;b&gt;But&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;...&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling a little used by my boyfriend.  It seems like everything is all about him.  I understand that for the last year, almost everything has been about me, but I didn't make it that way.  I mostly tried to steer clear of that type of situation.   He's gotten very bossy and a little insulting, and of course when he apologizes its one of those "I'm sorry, but..." kind of apologies.  I want to call him on all this, but I don't want to fight.  I'm done fighting.  I'd like a year of peace and quiet to follow my year of craziness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like he's going through something internally and just taking out his frustrations on me.  I don't know.  I do know that I want it to stop though.  I wish he'd just take a step back and realize some of what he's saying and maybe give me a real apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets mad when I say anything, he's like "You're always making me the bad guy".  My thought is that if he wasn't acting like the bad guy, I would need to make him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just needed to vent.  That's all my complaining for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-1368657861681452332?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1368657861681452332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1368657861681452332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1368657861681452332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1368657861681452332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6154985473551865236</id><published>2009-01-05T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:39:53.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyding jekyll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warren ellis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hyding Jekyll</title><content type='html'>So there's this band that's pretty cool that's local.  Their name is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hydingjekyll1"&gt;Hyding Jekyll&lt;/a&gt;.  They don't have a real webpage up, but you can view their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com /hydingjekyll1"&gt;myspace page&lt;/a&gt;. Go listen to Durden! I like that song. And you will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was surfing the web today, and found that &lt;a href="http://www.warrenellis.com"&gt;Mr. Warren Ellis&lt;/a&gt; is taking submissions for bands to be &lt;a href="http://www.warrenellis.com/?p=6887"&gt;spotlighted&lt;/a&gt;, and thought, Hey! I should send this to Greg (the band's lead singer). So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when they finally post their stuff on iTunes I will be putting up a post for you to go get some of their stuff.  Go get it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.  Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6154985473551865236?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6154985473551865236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6154985473551865236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6154985473551865236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6154985473551865236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2009/01/hyding-jekyll.html' title='Hyding Jekyll'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2788563674502173333</id><published>2008-12-28T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:10:58.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Massage of Doom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...it said&lt;/span&gt;it would &lt;b&gt;cut off&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;after 15 &lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;minutes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas was great.  I got some pretty good stuff... Animal Crossing City Folk (Wii), My Japanese Coach (DS), a Wind chime with dolphins on it (love the windchime, not so much the dolphin part of it), Civ 4, and a massage chair thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites were the japanese coach, Civ 4, and the massage chair thing. I would like it duly noted that I saw the statement on the box about the 15 minute shutoff timer on the massager, it said it would cut off after 15 minutes "for my safety".  Hmm... what does that mean you suppose?  I sat for about two ours playing the japanese game and getting a shiatsu massage. Every time it cut off, I hit the button again. I didn't notice anything weird about it at all!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell ya.  I hurt for 36 hours after that wonderfully long massage.  Note to self: when the thing cuts itself off, pay attention, get up and don't come back for at least an hour!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, no body could touch my back for at least 24 hours and it still hurt some last night when I went to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the holiday was great too.  Mark, Matt, Joy and the baby (Alex) were here from Wednesday night to about 2:30 Christmas day.  We all opened presents, then lounged around the house till they had to leave.  We all ate junk food - I made some awesome cinnamon rolls on Xmas eve too. Not to mention, I made 4 quiche pies too.  And they brought pumpkin pie with them, along with fudge and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Xmas day, Rob made a roast in the slow cooker.  So that's what we had for dinner.  It was very good.  I made cornbread stuffing to go with it.  That was good too.  Very very good.  mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.  My holiday.  It was fun.  I only wish that the kids (Mark, Matt, Joy and the baby) could have stayed longer.  It was fun having them around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-2788563674502173333?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2788563674502173333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2788563674502173333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2788563674502173333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2788563674502173333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/12/massage-of-doom.html' title='Massage of Doom'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4066630928217805389</id><published>2008-12-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:15:36.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon rolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cinnamon Rolls!</title><content type='html'>Me and Cierra made some cinnamon rolls!  Mmmm YUMMY mmmM&lt;br /&gt;We made the dough together, putting in the ingredients and then we mixed it in the stand mixer.  We took turns kneading it, and then let it sit for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Cierra made the inside stuff, but she was having trouble stirring it, so I had her nuke it for 30 seconds.  That made it easier to stir, but also turned it to liquid.&lt;br /&gt;We put it in the fridge for a bit, which thickened it some but...&lt;br /&gt;When we got done rolling out the dough and went to put in the cinnamon mix, it was still pretty liquidy and ooozed out the sides!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then cut it and put it into a round deep dish pie pan.  That was just funny, cause it was oozing all over the place!  They weren't really rolled by the time we got done.  The pan looked like brains with cinnamon! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3131136770_680c7c2864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3131136770_680c7c2864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting it rise for about 45 minutes, during which time it doubled in size, I cooked 'em.   And wow... they grew like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3130306341_3ee3707c84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3130306341_3ee3707c84.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they ended up being really tasty, even though they look more like Monkey bread than cinnamon rolls.  If I'm not too tired when I get home from the doctor's tonight, maybe I'll make some more.  With walnuts this time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-4066630928217805389?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4066630928217805389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4066630928217805389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4066630928217805389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4066630928217805389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/12/cinnamon-rolls.html' title='Cinnamon Rolls!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/3131136770_680c7c2864_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3759743939907797974</id><published>2008-12-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:03:36.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 160px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;...through my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #fff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66CCFF;"&gt;and beat me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;like a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #FF6633; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;red-headed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt;step-child... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not horribly cold this morning.  This is a good thing.  On an average day I have on a jacket and a blanket to stay warm.  Some days I even have on my coat too.  If I had never said anything about this area being too hot, maybe I wouldn't be freezing all the time, but I had to open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from my cancer vacation it was boiling hot in here for days.  My neighbors said that it'd been like that for some time, but their complaints had fallen on deaf ears.  I determined that I would get it fixed, because I couldn't take the heat.  It was summer outside, and the heat would radiate through my window and beat me like a red-headed step-child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the powers-that-be and told them what was going on, and that the issue had been present for some time.  I explained that my neighbors had complained but nothing was being done.  It was explained to me that they'd heard none of it, and they weren't trying to ignore us, and they'd fix it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fixed it alright.  They fixed it up good.  They took me from the frying pan into the freezer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and left me there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-3759743939907797974?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3759743939907797974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3759743939907797974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3759743939907797974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3759743939907797974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-639758535434895333</id><published>2008-11-17T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:25:43.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Break it up Mr. Bunny.  No fighting here.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I'm all about the video this week. But this is freakin' funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybVb3t560oY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybVb3t560oY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-639758535434895333?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/639758535434895333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=639758535434895333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/639758535434895333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/639758535434895333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/break-it-up-mr-bunny-no-fighting-here.html' title='Break it up Mr. Bunny.  No fighting here.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1375240882006751002</id><published>2008-11-16T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:44:24.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president elect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential address'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president-elect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>History - Obama on YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;America's First YouTube Presidential Address!! Brought to you by President-Elect Obama! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zd8f9Zqap6U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zd8f9Zqap6U&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1375240882006751002?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1375240882006751002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1375240882006751002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1375240882006751002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1375240882006751002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-obama-on-youtube.html' title='History - Obama on YouTube'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-9123599919550825313</id><published>2008-11-13T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:02:44.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single payer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...We &lt;/span&gt;equate &lt;b&gt;national&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;health care&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;to welfare... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmoore.com/sicko/index.html"&gt;Sicko&lt;/a&gt; last night. If you haven't seen it yet, do.  As soon as you can.  Get it on Netflix or Blockbuster, whatever, just see it.  It will make you angry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just angry at our health care system.  I'm angry at my fellow Americans for believing all the BS that we're fed through our media.  We always hear about how bad socialized health care would be, and that if we did that, we'd eventually all be commies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not true.  They have universal health care in Canada, the U.K., France and even Cuba!!  Friggin' Cuba folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know why we don't have it?  Cause we're selfish.  We equate national health care to welfare.  When really, it's not just for the poor, it's for everybody. It makes the whole damn system easier.  Easier for doctors, and easier for you!  No stupid paperwork to fill out, no waiting till you're "approved", no denials from your insurance company, no waiting till you're on your deathbed to go to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had insurance through my job since 1998.  I have paid 200 per week or more to my insurance company, every month since then.  I didn't use my health insurance much till this year.  How much have I put into a system that is now causing me to declare bankruptcy because of their high deductibles and copays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; I have paid almost $104,000 !! &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would gladly have put that same amount in taxes instead, in order to receive health care like they have in Canada, or France, or the U.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://americanpatientsunited.org/"&gt;Quote from: "Next Big Bailout" By Donna Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;#8220;Healthcare isn’t like widgets or tires or hammers and nails. Healthcare is a human right. When we are sick, when our neighbor is sick, when our parent is sick, when our child is sick, and yes – even when our enemies are sick – we must have access to medical care. To see a doctor or other healthcare professional when we need it (and before it has become a crisis) is the way a humane and just society behaves.&amp;#8221;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-9123599919550825313?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/9123599919550825313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=9123599919550825313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9123599919550825313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9123599919550825313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6330661730635739038</id><published>2008-11-05T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:15:25.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president elect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landslide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='won'/><title type='text'>When I heard the news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;...You probably &lt;/span&gt;won't remember &lt;small&gt;this in the&lt;/small&gt;&lt;b&gt;morning&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 204);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;big style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt;Obama won!... &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a headache since Halloween. I haven't been feeling well, and I try to go to bed early so that I can suffer through my long days at work.  On Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 I kissed my boyfriend goodnight, and did my final nighttime preparations.  I got into my pajamas, turned on the heater, to just the right heat, and turned on the fan for circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled back the covers and got into bed.  The sheets were freezing, but they wouldn't be for long.  I lay there for a minute and realized that my wonderful circulating fan was turning me into an icicle.  I got up and promptly turned it of and resumed my place in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my alarms, to make sure they were set. After several minutes of getting comfortable, I drifted off in a peaceful sleep, full of the Vicodin and Ibuprofen I had taken about a half and hour before.  My headache was dulled and I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later, while still dark, my boyfriend climbed into bed beside me, and gently shook me awake to utter, "You probably won't remember this in the morning but, he won, Obama won!. By a landslide! 333 to 140-something." (at that time, not all the votes had been tallied yet, but there  was a clear winner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hand, smiled and said, "Yay Obama!!" and promptly went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Where were you when you heard the news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-6330661730635739038?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6330661730635739038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6330661730635739038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6330661730635739038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6330661730635739038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-heard-news.html' title='When I heard the news.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-9090290037712328083</id><published>2008-11-05T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:46:34.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president elect'/><title type='text'>Yes we can!</title><content type='html'>Today, I am proud to be an American.  I am proud that we as a people spoke clearly in a big voice and asked for change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: #fff; border: double #0000CC 8px; margin-top: 15px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: #CC3300; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQGsP8mnHsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQGsP8mnHsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Note: I had a shorter CNN version here, but I can't get it to embed right, sorry for the length, but it's still AWESOME!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-9090290037712328083?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/9090290037712328083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=9090290037712328083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9090290037712328083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/9090290037712328083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes we can!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4953211067452258016</id><published>2008-11-04T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:14:14.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advil?  Tylenol? Shot in my butt?</title><content type='html'>Ok.  This is the longest freakin' headache I've ever had.  FOUR days and counting.  I've taken two OTC drugs, one prescription drug, and a shot in my butt to get rid of it and it's STILL HERE.  OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like it to go away now, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-4953211067452258016?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4953211067452258016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4953211067452258016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4953211067452258016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4953211067452258016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/advil-tylenol-shot-in-my-butt.html' title='Advil?  Tylenol? Shot in my butt?'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3548644759836292756</id><published>2008-11-03T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:01:59.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...awake, &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;b&gt;pain&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;and&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;get paid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like utter crap today.  I'm at work though. wow.  Today my thought was, stay at home... awake, in pain.  Or come to work... awake, in pain and get paid.  Hmm... since the outcome was basically the same;  Except that my typing skills are extremely limited due to my head trauma, and all my words are coming out wrong. (I had to retype half that sentence and most of this one, as an esxample.) Anyway, since the outcome was basically the same, I decided to come in and work.  We're not extremely busy today (*knock on wood) and I should be ok.  I see my doctor at 9:45 today.  Maybe, hopefully, he can give me something that will knock out my freakin' headache.  If I can get past that, I'll be ok I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-3548644759836292756?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3548644759836292756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3548644759836292756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3548644759836292756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3548644759836292756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2478829896073217117</id><published>2008-10-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:56:08.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Gaming</title><content type='html'>Fable 2 is awesome.  Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-2478829896073217117?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2478829896073217117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2478829896073217117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2478829896073217117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2478829896073217117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaming.html' title='Gaming'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-721437866377130658</id><published>2008-10-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:17:47.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin sarahpalin sarah vp vicepresident vice president notopalin'/><title type='text'>Just Say No... To Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float: right;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j227/gwydas/Political/no-sarah-palin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on quickly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBS has an online poll posted asking if Sarah Palin is qualified. Apparently the republican party platform knew about this in advance and are flooding the voting with YES votes. The poll will be reported on PBS and picked up by mainstream  media. It can influence undecided voters in swing states.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Please do two things -- takes 20 seconds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) Click on link and vote yourself.   Here's the link:  &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/now/polls/poll-435.html"&gt; http://www.pbs.org/now/polls/poll-435.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) Then send this to every single Obama-Biden voter you know, and urge them to vote and pass it on.  The last thing we need is PBS saying their viewers think Sarah Palin is qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-721437866377130658?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/721437866377130658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=721437866377130658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/721437866377130658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/721437866377130658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-say-no-to-palin.html' title='Just Say No... To Palin'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j227/gwydas/Political/th_no-sarah-palin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6542084557898116328</id><published>2008-09-28T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:06:56.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oncology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Radiation</title><content type='html'>This post is all about my radiation treatments.  I have pictures of all the people, and the big machine that does the job.  Enjoy...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;This is the Check-in Lady.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;(I wish I knew everybody's name...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2895483101_71c7226c8c_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;This is the Dressing Room&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2895483479_c70fea0e59_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me, in the dressing room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2896323358_8839d8b914_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;This is the Waiting Room.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;Gown Wearers Only!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2896323452_e11b0f4798_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Radiation Techs.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;Jen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/2896323508_5e83263726_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;Rick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2895483395_bbb8ec6264_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;and last but not least... Jeff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2896323682_6569cf7ccc_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2895484197_e01bf2a5e9_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Radiation.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;The machine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2896323574_9a9f120523_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;The view from the table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2896323806_752bd3ae9d_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Tuesdays.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;Every Tuesday I get to see the radiation oncologist for a checkup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;Nurse Lynn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2896324216_de455acdee_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: .75em;"&gt;Dr. Gemmell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/2896322650_289da3d16c_m.jpg /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6542084557898116328?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6542084557898116328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6542084557898116328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6542084557898116328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6542084557898116328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/radiation.html' title='Radiation'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2895483101_71c7226c8c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6755332747393141919</id><published>2008-09-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:46:46.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Walking sucked today.  My legs hurt the entire time. Maybe I'm just tired, I dunno.  The outside air was enjoyable though.  &lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...walking &lt;/span&gt;sucked &lt;b&gt;today.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;Ouch!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I ignore the leg hurt issue, the walk itself was nice.  I liked it.  The sun was behind the clouds, so I didn't have to squint, which is nice.  I didn't bring my jacket today( I did yesterday and I got all sweaty ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqG-wz6Xl-I"&gt;Ashlee Simpson (Pieces of me)&lt;/a&gt;.  Good song, I like it.  I wish people wouldn't give her such a hard time, she does some good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-6755332747393141919?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6755332747393141919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6755332747393141919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6755332747393141919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6755332747393141919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2021209241630943439</id><published>2008-09-24T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:55:41.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excercise'/><title type='text'>Walking is good for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...the printer &lt;/span&gt; we chose &lt;b&gt;is a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;joke&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk today, well, to be honest I go for a walk almost every day, but when I looked where I went on &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=555+International+Way,+Springfield,+OR+97477&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=47.080837,79.101563&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;t=h&amp;z=16"&gt;google maps&lt;/a&gt; it seemed like a really long walk!!  This is an hour's worth of walking, because I'm trying to avoid snacks today.  So I went as long as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j227/gwydas/Blog%20images/squirrels/walk92408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j227/gwydas/Blog%20images/squirrels/walk92408.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click image for larger view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green color was on the way out, the purple is on the way back from carnival which is that big building and parking lot at the end of my green line.  I think if I keep doing this I'll have to get new shoes, because these ones are already wearing out on the bottom.  They're cute, but not really made for walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we finally got Rob's book in to the printer.  We should be able to pick up a proof on Thursday or Friday.  I hope it comes out well, because the printer we chose is a joke.  There aren't very many printers that do what we need in this area though.  So, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-2021209241630943439?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2021209241630943439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2021209241630943439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2021209241630943439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2021209241630943439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/walking-is-good-for-you.html' title='Walking is good for you'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4098139970137949996</id><published>2008-09-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:37:39.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...there's &lt;/span&gt;nothing &lt;b&gt;else&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;to &lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;DO... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  a little bored today.  I've played all my online games, and there's nothing else to do.  Well, that's a lie. ... there is more to do.  I could be learning about Server 2008, but it's so frickin' boring!!  It would just make me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my iPod. I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.maroon5.com/"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sarabmusic.com/site.html"&gt;Sara Bareilles&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.michaeljackson.com/"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;, and some other stuff.  I have my DS, but nothing sounds fun to play right now.  Oh well, I guess everybody has these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-4098139970137949996?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4098139970137949996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4098139970137949996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4098139970137949996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4098139970137949996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-2647506384154180355</id><published>2008-09-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:00:18.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gateway drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The equality of sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...apparently  &lt;/span&gt;you deserve &lt;b&gt;an eternity of torment&lt;/b&gt;if you say &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;"Jesus fucking-a Christ!"&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;or "God damnit!"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly Copied from: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foozalish55  "&gt;http://www.myspace.com/foozalish55 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foozalish55  "&gt;The equality of sin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV and I heard that old line "weed is a gateway drug" and it made me think.  Well, at first it just annoyed me because it’s so narrow-minded, but after a few minutes I really thought about it.  Critics of the legalization movement wouldn’t throw that arguement around so much unless there was some kind of statistic to back it up, and even though statistics tend to be doctored to the point of fantasy, there’s someone giving them the answer they are looking for.  That means some people somewhere did use weed as a ’gateway drug’, and I began to wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I speak with some authority on this subject, and I can attest that I have never felt the urge to experiment with heavier drugs simply because I’ve smoked weed.  There doesn’t seem to be any logic inherent in the idea at all.  It’s almost as if some people think that all drugs are equally bad, despite a wealth of information to the contrary.  What a strange notion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, it’s not unusual, is it?  Look at the concept of sin in christianity (and many other religions, this is just the most easily recognized among people who might read this) and the variety of activities that can land you in hell.  You’ve got the no-brainers, like murder and rape, but apparantly you also deserve an eternity of torment if you say "Jesus fucking-a Christ!" or "God damnit!", or have the nerve to work on a Sunday, you blasphemous scum.  Take a moment to think about that.  Let it sink in.  Yeah...  Because I spent eight hours at a call center on a Sunday afternoon, I’m going to be rubbing elbows with Hitler in the afterlife.  Wow.  And before anyone tries to tell me that the Bible doesn’t see these sins as equal, you better be ready and willing to explain why they appear side by side in the Ten Commandments.  To any reasonable person, that’s a sure sign that they are considered to be at least in the same ballpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that all evil is not equal.  This should be one of the most obvious things that any human being has ever said, but apparantly alot of people just aren’t getting it.  There’s drugs and the ’Big Ten’ referenced above, but there’s another example as well, one that just about everyone engages in without even thinking about it, because we’ve been trained to believe that it’s okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, you heard me.  I’m going to mix religion and politics in one blog entry.  I know I’m risking killing untold numbers of people whos heads will undoubtedly explode out of sheer rage, but maybe they shouldn’t read my stuff anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know who has any kind of opinion when it comes to politics has done this, and everyone I know has an opinion of politics.  Instead of trying to explain it directly, let me open with a couple of examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...the truth &lt;/span&gt;is that &lt;b&gt;all evil&lt;/b&gt;is not &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;equal...&lt;/big&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton, an otherwise successful president, found himself on the receiving end of some oral pleasure in the workplace.  Realistically, this should have resulted in a degradation of trust between himself and his wife and a new white house policy involving a ’buddy system’ so no one is left alone with the president, who is obviously too horny for his own good.  Instead, it was applied to a myriad of topics, as if it made sense to say that because he cheated on his wife he is going to ruin the country, or nuke someone out of sheer sexual frustration.  A big deal was made out of the fact that he lied about it.  The idea was that if he lied about a sexual affair, he must lie about everything.  Now, if we were all honest with ourselves for a moment, we would admit that there are certain subjects we feel compelled to lie about, even though we consider ourselves honest.  Using the same logic, it is more reasonable to assume that a man lied about a sexual affair because that’s what any man alive would do, and to extend the capacity for deceit to any other subject is a leap that is not justified by any brand of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along a more hypothetical vein, let’s say someone was running for public office and was giving an interview.  During the course of the interview, the journalist asks a question about a taboo topic, like prostitution or drug use, that the candidate has been implicated in.  Most people would say that the question is justified, since it would serve as an indicator for the kinds of policies he will support.  But does it really?  Do any of you really think that politicians are supposed to only write and support legislation that they agree with?  If that were the case, anyone could be a politician.  The reason public offices are challenging is because you have to put the common good before your own interests.  That means in most cases, if the system is working as it should, politicians shouldn’t be consulting their own moral compass.  They should be concerned with public welfare and upholding the spirit of our constitution.  What makes someone a good politician isn’t the ability to personally agree with the laws that should be made, but the ability to support those laws even when, especially when, they do not agree with them.  Questions of personal views serve only as a distraction and fodder for political pundits and media commentators who have only one goal: to tell you what to think.  The right questions would be those that concentrate on the policies a candidate will support, not how they personally feel about those policies.  It’s irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the connection of these ideas-equality of sin and politician’s personal ethics- is a difficult one to follow, but if you give it some thought you’ll see what I mean.  Personal views are not the same as policy opinions, just like weed is not the same as crack and taking the lord’s name in vain is not the same as murder.  All of this should be obvious, but we buy into it again and again just because someone tells us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people, we need to start thinking for ourselves.  The only reason the government has taken all the power away from the people is because we have lost the desire to lead ourselves.  We prefer to be led, so we line up behind whatever talking head seems to voice our opinion and mindlessly regurgitate whatever they say, just because they can use some kind of twisted logic to justify it.  We’ve lost all sense of reason, of common sense, and of unity.  And we’ve done it to ourselves, knowing the inevitable consequence every step of the way, but seemingly unable to help ourselves.  We draw our party lines, we organize into camps, we rehearse our rhetoric and our arguements, we whisper to our fellows about how lost and blind the other side is, and the whole time we don’t care that we’ve become mortal enemies of people we don’t even know, all in the name of someone who doesn’t give a shit about any of us.  It’s so ridiculous that I’d laugh if it didn’t make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson we have learned from the activists of the past is that the people, once united, can bend the government to their will.  The government has learned this lesson as well, and are doing everything they can to keep us divided.  And it’s working, because we let it.  Because, on some level, we want it to.  It’s the same voice in our heads that urges us to jump from sheer cliffs to certain doom, the same voice that tells us to drive drunk, have unprotected sex, eat unhealthy foods, and perform every other self-destructive activity imaginable.  Part of our responsibility as human beings is to resist this urge, to silence this voice, and to recognize the need to see to our own well-being.  We carry the same responsibility today, and it should compel us to unite in the face of our tyrannical government, to make positive change, to be the harbingers of a better future.  But instead we listen to that voice, and we give in to the urge to hate our fellows over non-issues, to rally behind flags of intolerance and hate, to identify ourselves by political party instead of a desire for a better world, and while we rant and rave and wish death to each other, the people in power keep getting richer and more powerful.  And you better believe that they are laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody feel like changing the landscape?  The first thing you have to do is abandon parties and platforms and start really talking about issues.  Forget ’Republican’ and ’Democrat’, ignore the people who are trying to tell you what to think, and unite with the people you feel like you can’t even talk to.  Great ideas never come from a group of people who already agree with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that if someone gave me a microphone and a captive audience I could change the world.  Usually I just feel like no one would listen to me.  So, is anybody listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foozalish55  "&gt;Written Saturday, March 29, 2008 @ 5:51 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-2647506384154180355?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/2647506384154180355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=2647506384154180355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2647506384154180355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/2647506384154180355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/equality-of-sin.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/foozalish55  &quot;&gt;The equality of sin&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4338702338395792817</id><published>2008-09-06T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:07:13.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday</title><content type='html'>I finally got paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.site5.com/in.php?id=60077-38"&gt;&lt;img alt="120x60" border="0" src="http://www.site5.com/creative/2008/1/120x60.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-4338702338395792817?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4338702338395792817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4338702338395792817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4338702338395792817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4338702338395792817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/payday.html' title='Payday'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1110474453611019846</id><published>2008-09-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:42:56.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitterfeed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Testing Twitterfeed</title><content type='html'>Just signed up for &lt;a href="http://twitterfeed.com"&gt;Twitterfeed&lt;/a&gt; and I want to see if it worked the way I thought it would. Testing testing... 123 testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1110474453611019846?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1110474453611019846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1110474453611019846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1110474453611019846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1110474453611019846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/09/testing-twitterfeed.html' title='Testing Twitterfeed'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6118441367986149254</id><published>2008-08-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:46:04.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intern-tastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;How &lt;/span&gt;can you &lt;b&gt;mistake me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;big style="color:#33CCCC"&gt;for an&lt;/big&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;INTERN?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!  Yeah, I said it.  If you don't like it then go away. I got up this morning. Went to work, got some Chai, then checked my bank account.  I thought, hey, I wanna know how much money I have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw hits the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?!?  There's only one week on this!  Not even a full week.  Where the hell is my money!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I get to emailing people... Long story short, my payroll person had put me back in the system as an Intern, so my pay was set to two weeks off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin'... I've been here for almost 4 years!  How can you mistake me for an intern?  I got it mostly worked out now.  They've admitted that I'm owed money for the last two weeks check, but they can't do anything about it until next week.  I'm supposed to call the boss of the girl who messed up on Tuesday to see if we can get this expedited. She said that it would probably be Friday before I get money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm frustrated, but relieved.  At least it's coming.  For a minute there I thought that I'd miscalculated when I was supposed to get paid, and that it wasn't coming at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-6118441367986149254?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6118441367986149254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6118441367986149254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6118441367986149254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6118441367986149254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/08/intern-tastic.html' title='Intern-tastic!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7234031188343864006</id><published>2008-08-22T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:18:05.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...they&lt;/span&gt; removed &lt;b&gt;the tape&lt;/b&gt; and gave&lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;me tattoos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first actual radiation yesterday.  I had another appointment, Monday, with the Radiation oncologist, but that was all about getting things set up.  They drew on my chest with Sharpie, and put tape over it so it didn't wash off.  Yesterday they did my first actual radiation. After which they removed the tape and gave me some little tattoo dots.  Yes, tattoos.  The tape hurt to remove, more than the little pricks they gave me for the tattoos, yet somehow the tattoos were more traumatic. lol  I'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday me and Cierra went JOGGING!!  I don't remember if I wrote about my walk to Eugene a couple weeks ago?  Anyway, I figure that if I can walk to Eugene, it's time for me to start jogging.  Around the block at first, then later we'll up it to a longer distance. So we started out walking, to warm up a bit, then we jogged for just over a block.  She's as out of shape as I am and we both were a bit winded when we were done with that part.  After the first time around the block, we went into the house, drank some water, and stretched.  Then it was back outside, and except for water we didn't stop again after that.  We went around the block another 3 times, half jogging, half walking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think my jogging trip went pretty well.  I'm going to keep at it till I can jog the whole way to Eugene.  I think though, that this will be a lot harder than getting to the point where I could walk to Eugene.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-7234031188343864006?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7234031188343864006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7234031188343864006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7234031188343864006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7234031188343864006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/08/zapped.html' title='Zapped'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5177967868519407746</id><published>2008-08-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:00:22.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not obvious???</title><content type='html'>I have had two people today ask me if I had anything ..."removed"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to know.  Is this not obvious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-5177967868519407746?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5177967868519407746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5177967868519407746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5177967868519407746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5177967868519407746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-not-obvious.html' title='It&apos;s not obvious???'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-4634309021054668299</id><published>2008-08-14T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:51:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Though, it's frustration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...You can&lt;/span&gt; lead a horse to &lt;b&gt;water,&lt;/b&gt;  but you can't&lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;make him&lt;b&gt; drink&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I say "though" alot.  I was just reading my last post and I said it 3 times at least.  I thought I might go back and remove some, or say what I had to say in a different way, but nah.  What I wrote is what I wrote and I should just leave it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:58 pm on my first whole day back at work.  I just found out I won't be getting paid on the 15th, which is a bummer because now I probably won't be able to go to the Lane County Fair, which I was really looking forward to.  Guess I'll just have to save up so I can go to Disney instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Yeah!  And I also got my last tube out.  I feel so much better! It wasn't infected, just irritated from having the tube in for so long. So no more icky pictures (at least till my next surgery! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;In other news&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My littlest sister (Mary) is annoying me.  She was living with my other sister, Lala, who is very demanding.  She expects that Mary be there to babysit, and do all the housework all the time. Mary was feeling oppressed, so we talked  to Lala about it and unfortunately Lala chose to kick her out.  When she left the room, I told Mary that she still had a chance to change her mind, that she could tell Lala nevermind and that she was happy to babysit, etc...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stated that if she chose to leave it at that, she could store her stuff at Esther's for awhile till she can get a job.  I told Mary that I would only help her with this and let her stay on my couch some, if she COMMITTED to job search 5 days a week for 6-8 hours a day till she gets a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well so far, she's only looked for a job when I drove her around, and a little on Monday.  It's driving me crazy because I don't want her to be homeless, and I want to help her, but I can only do so much.  You know the old, "Lead a horse to water..." adage?  I just wish she'd look up from whatever fantasy world she's living in and realize that she needs money to live, and needs a job for money.  I don't like working for "the man" either, but I need the money to pay rent and stuff.  (On a side note, I love the place I work. They've been so awesome through this whole cancer-thing.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-4634309021054668299?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/4634309021054668299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=4634309021054668299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4634309021054668299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/4634309021054668299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/08/though-its-frustration.html' title='Though, it&apos;s frustration.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-3183787104775054877</id><published>2008-08-12T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:46:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;...it&lt;/span&gt; looks like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt;small waterbed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a year older (as of the 4th) and none wiser. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now.  I started back yesterday.  A little bit more normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some issues with my ... &lt;i&gt;chest&lt;/i&gt; though. The right side has alot of fluid in it, so much that it looks like a small water bed. lol.  I called the Dr. though; they said it was normal and will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other side though, I've still got my tube in and the part of my skin where the tube goes in is causing me pain since yesterday.  It hurts to put my arm down. Or move my arm. Or let it sit still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily today, at 1:30 I go to have it removed.  Maybe they'll give me some antibiotics.  Or maybe, it'll just get better when they remove the damn tube.  I've had it in for a month now, just about. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Warning: Icky Picture Below!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my tube connection as of this morning, about 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SKG4Uq-hSUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4zlP8aRVeuc/s1600-h/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SKG4Uq-hSUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4zlP8aRVeuc/s320/ouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666907254638914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-3183787104775054877?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/3183787104775054877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=3183787104775054877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3183787104775054877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/3183787104775054877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SKG4Uq-hSUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4zlP8aRVeuc/s72-c/ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8145288881194387759</id><published>2008-07-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:54.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SI6h5jhVi3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LAPC7SxtDn0/s1600-h/Cierra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;...Check&lt;/span&gt; out my&lt;b&gt; twins!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt; hee hee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with some pictures of my kids to make two of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SI6h5FvluLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UE1y_7poOZ0/s1600-h/Dari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SI6h5FvluLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UE1y_7poOZ0/s320/Dari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294219590121650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SI6h5jhVi3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LAPC7SxtDn0/s1600-h/Cierra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SI6h5jhVi3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LAPC7SxtDn0/s320/Cierra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294227583404914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5106753-8145288881194387759?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8145288881194387759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8145288881194387759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8145288881194387759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8145288881194387759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/07/twins.html' title='Twins!'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SI6h5FvluLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UE1y_7poOZ0/s72-c/Dari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1983445067462482846</id><published>2008-07-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:21:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost that day again.</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday on the 4th of August. I'll be 34.  Seems like just yesterday I was typing in this blog about my 30th birthday.  Man, time flies.  Since then I've gone through alot.  I hope the rest of this half of the decade goes easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-1983445067462482846?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1983445067462482846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1983445067462482846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1983445067462482846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1983445067462482846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-that-day-again.html' title='Almost that day again.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-6361540213675045924</id><published>2008-07-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:31:57.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Boob Story</title><content type='html'>I'll finish the story soon, promise!  Been a little preoccupied.  TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5106753-6361540213675045924?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/6361540213675045924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=6361540213675045924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6361540213675045924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/6361540213675045924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/07/boob-story.html' title='Boob Story'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-8743559897513119114</id><published>2008-07-16T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:31:57.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mastectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>My Ex-Boobs - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: This was written about an event that happened last week, on July 10th, 2008.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...it's&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; to ride in&lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt;the bed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeling into the anesthesia waiting room, (Yes, there's a separate room for that stuff..lol) looking around, I see so much stuff in the hallways.  It's like they ran out of storage or something.  The hallways have so much stuff in them its hard for the nurse to navigate me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm shaking from fear of the foot IV, it's still fun to ride in the bed and having someone push you around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wheeled me to the middle of the anesthesia room.  It's just big enough for three beds, and the last two times I had surgery I was on the end by the door.  It's weird to be in the middle this time, and I comment on that to the nurse.  She doesn't answer me back, I'm not sure she heard me.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two doctors in here.  One is the anesthesia doctor that's supposed to set up my IV.  I tell them that I have an extreme fear of needles and that I'm freaking out a little about the foot IV.  I tell them that I'm shaking too.  He kinda laughs about that and asks why they said I would get a foot IV.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "I dunno, they said you told them to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he doesn't need to do that.  It would only be if they were taking out lymph nodes on both sides, and since they're not, he won't need to.  Immediately I feel relieved and the shaking subsides a little.  He tells me that he's going to give me a painkiller shot before putting in the IV, and I'm dubious about this.  I'm thinking that I don't want to get poked twice!  NO way.  I tell him about this thought, and the other doctor says it's a good thing that he's doing this.  The first one is really small, and I won't feel the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He injects the small needle into my hand, and it pinches a little, nothing drastic though.  Then after 30 seconds or so he tells me he's starting the second one.  I'm all prepped for what a normal IV feels like and then... it's over.  I didn't feel a thing. I'm elated inside, and so grateful that he gave me that little numbing shot.  Wow.  I'd never known it could be that easy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give me some drugs, antibiotics, benedryl, and some other stuff. I tell him about the last surgeries I was in and that one I could remember all the way to the operating room, but the other I could only remember to the anesthesia room.  He says that's because the drugs I'm getting play tricks with my memory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember moving from my bed to the operating table, and them putting up the arm rests.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That's it for now.  I'll try and get more in later, or tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-8743559897513119114?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/8743559897513119114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=8743559897513119114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8743559897513119114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/8743559897513119114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ex-boobs-part-2.html' title='My Ex-Boobs - Part 2'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-5076962999289710565</id><published>2008-07-14T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:31:57.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mastectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>My Ex-Boobs - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: This was written about an event that happened last week, on July 10th, 2008.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;width:150px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;padding-bottom:10px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia;font-size: 28px;line-height:24px; color:#ff6699; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;...positives&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;b&gt;not having &lt;/b&gt;to wear&lt;span style="color:#6666ff"&gt; a bra... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early Thursday morning.  I have to get up and shower with the special soap so I'll be ready for surgery.  I'm supposed to be there at 6:45 AM.  Man that's early.  I'm awake at about 6 o'clock.  I figured that would be enough time to shower and use the special soap.  I can't eat, not supposed to eat past midnight the night before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the kitchen to get a small glass of water.  Gotta make sure I take my breathing meds today.  Breathing is very important during surgery.  My stomach is growling, but it's okay, It'll only be for a little while.  I take my shower, wash with the special anti-bacterial soap, and get dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch, waiting for Rob to wake up, crying a little for the inevitable loss of my boobs.  Trying to think of the positives, like not having to wear a bra, or those cool little strapless tank top things.  Trying to put this into perspective.  It's only a couple of fat balls on my chest that fill out my bra, and what is that really, compared to saving my life from cancer? Will I really be missing all that much?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the clock.  Time is going by so slow.  I wish it was just time already, and that I was in the oblivion of anesthesia already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob's finally up, I can hear the bedroom door open, then the bathroom door closes.  It won't be long now till we go.  I make my last minute preparations.  I gather my iPod, and my DS, and make sure my meds are all packed up.  I get my hat ready, and grab my crayons and coloring book in case I get bored in the hospital.  I put my keys in my purse, and open the front door.  It's awfully hot in here, dang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the bathroom door open, and Rob comes out.  I tell him that I don't want to go, I'm scared.  Mostly I'm afraid that I'll die on the operating table.  He reminds me that it's all for the better good.  The doctors cleared my heart for surgery, so I should be ok.  Still though, I have that doom feeling you get right before something bad happens.  There's nothing I can do though.  It's either go through with it or die slowly from the cancer, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We drove quietly to the hospital.  He got me for a couple slug-bugs on the way.  We parked pretty close and we went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In through the ER, up the elevator to the 2nd floor, and checked in with the receptionist.  Watched that show "It's me or the dog" on Animal planet, in the waiting room while waiting to get called back to prep for surgery.  Talked to the check-in lady to get the insurance papers signed, then went back to get prepped.&lt;br /&gt;This is my 3rd surgery this year, so it's all pretty second hat to me now.  Been there - done that, sort of thing.  We get to the little temporary room, and I put on my purple bear gown.  They say that since I'm having surgery on both sides, that they'll need to put the IV in my foot.  They don't like using the port for that.  I really didn't want them to use the port either, bad memories and all that.  I wasn't sure about the foot thing though.  That just sounded creepy.  I almost teared up just thinking about it.  I even started shaking from the fear of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that the anesthesiologist wanted to do the IV though, so they wouldn't be doing it right then. They took my temp with this rolling thingy they ran across my forehead.  They took my blood pressure. Then the Teds and Scuds... lol.  What are Teds and Scuds, you ask?   The Teds are long white stocking things that keep compression to help with circulation.  The Scuds (that word may be spelled wrong, but that's what it sounds like) are these weird over-wrappings that feel like a low pressure blood pressure cuff.  They go all the way up past your knee, and they massage your legs, also for circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tested my blood sugar, with one of those finger-prickers.  They said I was anemic.  I got some oral meds, for something.  I can't remember what now.  They were about to take me back, so Rob left, to return after it's over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;That's it for now.  I'll try and get more in later, or tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&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/5106753-5076962999289710565?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/5076962999289710565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=5076962999289710565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5076962999289710565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/5076962999289710565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ex-boobs-part-1.html' title='My Ex-Boobs - Part 1'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-1206751363292525815</id><published>2008-06-18T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:03:55.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday the 13th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemotherapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast'/><title type='text'>Almost over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;...I had&lt;/span&gt; my last &lt;b&gt;chemo&lt;/b&gt; on&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt;Friday the 13th... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last chemo on Friday the 13th.  If I was a superstitious person this might have been a bad omen, I am not.  So far things are going well.  I'm looking at getting a mastectomy during the first or second week of July.  I've ask that it be a double.  Why, you ask? because I'd rather be even on both sides, I think that being flat-chested would be less traumatic than being a lop-sided freak (No offense to those out there that may have chosen to be single breasted, this is just my opinion of my own appearance sans one boob.) &lt;br /&gt;Aside from appearances though, because of the type of cancer I have, the aggressive kind, I felt it was safer to bet on the cautious side by removing both.  Meaning, if I have no boobs, I can't get breast cancer again.... capiche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also set up some talks with a plastic surgeon a la reconstruction. I would like to get immediate reconstruction if they'll let me.  They will take flesh from my stomach to make me new &lt;a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j227/gwydas/Blog%20images/squirrels/rcokmore-recon7a.jpg" title="This picture is not for kids." &gt;barbie-boobs&lt;/a&gt;.  I've been told that in my case they may not want to do it that way.  I was told I may have to wait a year for reconstruction.  I'm really really hoping that this is a recommendation, and not a "must wait" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the lightened weight on my chest area, it opens up a whole new realm of shirt-wear for me... oh and the bra's!!  I can wear those cutsie little bras with all the lace and tiny straps.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;, my friends, will be awesome.  Big boobs are cumbersome, and mine particularly were difficult to find bras for.  I was (am) a 38DDD aka 38F depending on where you shop.  And until I gained this last 20 lbs I was a 36DDD.  Which is a damn hard to find bra.  You almost have to special order them to get the right fit, or wear ones that don't quite fit right.  I have several in my drawer that were failure-buys that I thought would work and didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-1206751363292525815?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/1206751363292525815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=1206751363292525815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1206751363292525815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/1206751363292525815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-over.html' title='Almost over.'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-7242220290956853172</id><published>2008-05-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:09:55.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodworking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Lots of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right; width: 150px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(255, 102, 153); text-align: right;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Georgia;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);"&gt;...It's done&lt;/span&gt; now and &lt;b&gt;it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 255);"&gt;AWESOME...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!!  The desk is done!  I don't know if I wrote about this before, but me and BF are/were making a desk.  It's done now and it's awesome. Well, it's mostly done.  We're going to put shelves up too, but we'll wait a bit for those because this was already alot of friggen work. So, here's some photos of the desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: white; background-color: rgb(51, 102, 204); width: 350px; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDCxmYjkgpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/isCkqMD9-3A/s1600-h/Stuff+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDCxmYjkgpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/isCkqMD9-3A/s320/Stuff+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201852842597712530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;This one's blurry, sorry!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDCxmojkgqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FU8cLqRThIE/s1600-h/Stuff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDCxmojkgqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FU8cLqRThIE/s320/Stuff+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201852846892679842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The best pic of it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDC1aIjkgtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b88_q-I831M/s1600-h/Stuff+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDC1aIjkgtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b88_q-I831M/s320/Stuff+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201857030190826194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The top, isn't it pretty?? I stained it myself!  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is all about the pictures, it seems.  I have some more here, not of the desk, but something else just as cool.  Most of my friends at work signed this HUGE get-well-soon card.  I loved it so much I hung it up on my wall behind the new desk!  So here are pictures of that, and if you can read their hand writing, you can see some of the signatures on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: white; background-color: rgb(51, 102, 204); width: 350px; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDC1Y4jkgrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ndp9GdxH4p4/s1600-h/Stuff+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDC1Y4jkgrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ndp9GdxH4p4/s320/Stuff+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201857008715989682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The front &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDC1ZojkgsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lgk4CpRURBs/s1600-h/Stuff+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDC1ZojkgsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lgk4CpRURBs/s320/Stuff+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201857021600891586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The inside&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for the pictures.   I have a movie too. My friend Joe did a funny thing with his eyes, so I'm putting that up here too.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=e3fabc519d&amp;amp;photo_id=2503801436&amp;amp;show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=e3fabc519d&amp;amp;photo_id=2503801436&amp;amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-7242220290956853172?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/7242220290956853172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=7242220290956853172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7242220290956853172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/7242220290956853172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/05/lots-of-stuff.html' title='Lots of Stuff'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/SDCxmYjkgpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/isCkqMD9-3A/s72-c/Stuff+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106753.post-740859207149110802</id><published>2008-05-11T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:21:36.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j227/gwydas/Blog%20images/squirrels/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter remembered, and my son gave me a big hug.  So I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and told her Happy Mother's day!  Yay me for remembering!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm doing dishes, I let them pile up for two days and now it's a huge load.  Shame on me. I've been tired though, so I have an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I think I'm going to work on creating some web templates for my &lt;a href="http://wvplaza.com"&gt;wvplaza.com&lt;/a&gt; site, if I have time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having lasagna for dinner.... yay!  I'm excited.  I love lasagna!  I even got some crescent rolls to go on the side.  That should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since I'm talking about my site, anybody got any good recommendations for content management?  I'm looking at &lt;a href="http://drupal.org"&gt;Drupal&lt;/a&gt; right now, but I'm not sure that'll be good for me. It seems awfully complicated, and the blog engine doesn't appear to have any place to add pictures easily.  (I know how to add pics via html, but my family and friends that I'm hosting for don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&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/5106753-740859207149110802?l=rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/feeds/740859207149110802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5106753&amp;postID=740859207149110802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/740859207149110802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5106753/posts/default/740859207149110802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rampagingsquirrels.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Angi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08765468242535303347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7sLtHT8y5BE/TVBB7u3JZkI/AAAAAAAAAag/t6ro9L5SvAw/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
