<?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-12827217</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:47:10.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fairies are watching you!</title><subtitle type='html'>Evilness Rules!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112628635753075247</id><published>2005-09-09T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:19:17.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spooky National Geographic article from October 2004 about New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/feature5/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thousands drowned in the murky brew that was soon contaminated by sewage and industrial waste. Thousands more who survived the flood later perished from dehydration and disease as they waited to be rescued. It took two months to pump the city dry, and by then the Big Easy was buried under a blanket of putrid sediment, a million people were homeless, and 50,000 were dead. It was the worst natural disaster in the history of the United States. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When did this calamity happen? &lt;strong&gt;It hasn't-yet.&lt;/strong&gt; But the doomsday scenario is not far-fetched. The Federal Emergency Management Agency lists a hurricane strike on New Orleans as one of the most dire threats to the nation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112628635753075247?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112628635753075247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112628635753075247' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112628635753075247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112628635753075247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/09/spooky-national-geographic-article.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112569757523000382</id><published>2005-09-02T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:46:29.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-huh...</title><content type='html'>http://americablog.blogspot.com/2005/08/bush-took-new-orleans-disaster-funds.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2005/8/30/225058/062&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government knew what would happen years ago if a major storm hit LA. But thanks to deverting funding for that damn war....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112569757523000382?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112569757523000382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112569757523000382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/09/uh-huh.html' title='uh-huh...'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112390855013324108</id><published>2005-08-12T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:49:10.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen meme. Type "[name] is" into a Google search including the quotations, and take 10 "[name] is" statements from the search results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is very open about her past&lt;br /&gt;M is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;M Is Wearing Pointy Shoes&lt;br /&gt;M is such a supportive wife.&lt;br /&gt;M is facing six felony charges&lt;br /&gt;M is so completely self-absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;M is blind&lt;br /&gt;M is a "black widow,"&lt;br /&gt;M is Grace in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;M is disgusted by her blindfolded group sex with five men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112390855013324108?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112390855013324108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112390855013324108' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112390855013324108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112390855013324108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/08/stolen-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112354402060383001</id><published>2005-08-08T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:33:40.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homophobia is wrong</title><content type='html'>I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I&lt;br /&gt;wish they could adopt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112354402060383001?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112354402060383001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112354402060383001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112354402060383001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112354402060383001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/08/homophobia-is-wrong.html' title='homophobia is wrong'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112308719669697614</id><published>2005-08-03T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:39:56.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List five personal idiosyncrasies. Then, if you wish, tag five people from your friends list to do the same in their journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a definition: (courtesy of www.dictionary.com) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncrasies 1. A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group. 2. A physiological or temperamental peculiarity. 3. An unusual individual reaction to food or a drug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I only dated one person who wasn't a mechanic. That one person couldn't even change the oil in his car... that drove me insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Whenever I clean, I get very angry. So all house cleaning is done with no one else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Small things drive me insane. I can have a customer scream at me and be fine, but if someone didn't file their share of the paperwork, it makes me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I’m early everywhere, and if there is a schedule we're going by, I get antsy when we get off track. (Saturday our circle was supposed to start at 8:30, we started at 9:30 ack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I got eczema a few years ago. I don't know why, and I only break out in the spring/summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112308719669697614?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112308719669697614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112308719669697614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112308719669697614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112308719669697614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/08/list-five-personal-idiosyncrasies.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112276398319093529</id><published>2005-07-30T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:53:03.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven deadly sins....</title><content type='html'>WRATH&lt;br /&gt;1. who did you last get angry with?: I have been severly fustrated with my supervisor, but not really angry. When I get mad, I have a tendency to walk out of my job.&lt;br /&gt;2. what is your weapon of choice?: Words, prefirably written&lt;br /&gt;3. would you hit a member of the opposite sex?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. how about of the same sex?: Of course&lt;br /&gt;5. who was the last person who got really angry at you?: Probubly a customer who didn't agree with a store policy because it didn't allow them to be special. &lt;br /&gt;6. what is your pet peeve?: Close mindedness and racism&lt;br /&gt;7. do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?: Depends, if I like you, then I'm more likely to let it go. If you annoy me on a regular basis, then it all piles up into one giant ball of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;1. what is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?: Probubly clean something. &lt;br /&gt;2. what is the latest you've ever woken up?: 1 or 2&lt;br /&gt;3. name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't: Everyone... not much into phones.&lt;br /&gt;4. what is the last lame excuse you made?: It's on my to do list *glare*&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?: No. I don't watch that much TV and what time I do spend watching is not going to be used watching someone annoying try to sell me something I don't want anyways.&lt;br /&gt;7. how many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;1. what is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?: Starbucks Mocha Frappachino&lt;br /&gt;2. meat eaters: white meat or dark meat?: White&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?: I went to a friends house and drank about 2 bottles of wine by myself (good stuff, she's a law firms office manager and they got $100 bottles for free)... I was puking up my toenails, and then passed out before my DH could get me in bed. That's the ONLY time I've ever drank till it came back up. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever used a professional diet company?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;5. do you have an issue with your weight?: Sometimes, and then I snape out of it.&lt;br /&gt;6. do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?: SWEET&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?: Dog, yes... Child, no, it probubly has some weird disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;1. how many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?: Enough &lt;br /&gt;2. how many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?: Enough &lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?: No, I like butts. &lt;br /&gt;4. have you "done it"?: I hope so, I'm married! That would so suck to be a virgin and married! lol&lt;br /&gt;5. what is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?: Hair, eyes, and ass &lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?: No, I tried to sell some stuff to some prostitutes, and they told me I didn't want their kind of money... I guess they take blue money instead of green. &lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;1. how many credit cards do you own?: 5&lt;br /&gt;2. what's your guilty pleasure in a store?: Books, candles.&lt;br /&gt;3. if you had $1 million, what would you do with it?: Pay off my credit cards, my car, and my house. Save what's left.&lt;br /&gt;4. would you rather be rich, or famous?: Rich&lt;br /&gt;5. would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?: No. I get bored watching movies, there's no way I could handle doing nothing at a job for 40 hours a week. I would fing my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever stolen anything?: no &lt;br /&gt;7. how many MP3s are on your hard drive?: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1. what one thing have you done that you're most proud of?: I survived.&lt;br /&gt;2. what's one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?: Donno&lt;br /&gt;3. what thing would you like to accomplish in your life?: Donno&lt;br /&gt;4. do you get annoyed by coming in second place?: If I'm actually trying, yes. &lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?: no&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?: no&lt;br /&gt;7. what did you do today that you're proud of?: Someone thought I was mad at them, and once more my dry humor had to be explained by my manager to another associate. I find that very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;1. what item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own: Cool parents&lt;br /&gt;2. who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?: Snady&lt;br /&gt;3. if you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?: Duh, me! What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been cheated on?: nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?: I've always wanted blue eyes like my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?: I know someone who's serious when needed, but can turn around and be funny as hell and laugh and have fun with everything. I wish I could do that. &lt;br /&gt;7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?: Why would I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?: Pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112276398319093529?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112276398319093529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112276398319093529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112276398319093529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112276398319093529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Seven deadly sins....'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112250663117635763</id><published>2005-07-27T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T18:23:51.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Darling!</title><content type='html'>I went to Avendo Spa today and got a hair cut... for the low, low price of 38.00 I look amazing and for once... very girly! *gasp* I'm wanting to go back and buy some of their stuff, but for 20.00 a bottle, it'll have to wait. I'm loving the aromatherapy everything (scalp massage oil, shampoo and conditioner, hair styling stuff, even the lipstick was aromatheropy!) that they used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Last sunday was a store meeting *yawn* and they usually pass out employee of the month patches. One for cashiers, operations, sales, and specailty sales. My departement is in operations, and this month it was.... ME! Whoop! That's a 75.00 bonus! Whoop! And a closer parking spot... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112250663117635763?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112250663117635763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112250663117635763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112250663117635763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112250663117635763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/fabulous-darling.html' title='Fabulous Darling!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112206989509339021</id><published>2005-07-22T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:07:40.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&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/12827217-112206989509339021?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112206989509339021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112206989509339021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112206989509339021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112206989509339021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-are-dependable-popular-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112206960961272099</id><published>2005-07-22T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:00:09.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Lime Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/lime-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else do I need in my life?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&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/12827217-112206960961272099?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112206960961272099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112206960961272099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112206960961272099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112206960961272099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-power-color-is-lime-green-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112198002406973221</id><published>2005-07-21T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:07:04.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;I live in a tree...=P~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I got Sinbads test results back today... he's got fatty tumors! Hooray! So we can just leave them alone, and he'll be fine. *big sigh of relife*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some new pets yesterday... &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They're so cute! Green on top, red bellys, black spots all over. We have named them Hairy, and Wort. =) And since they eat crickets, I also have a tank devoted to the food source as well o_O It will be interesting feeding and careing for crickets, but I think I can handle the reponciblity... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to note that the toads have different personalitys.... Wort likes to float in the water, while Hairy would rather lounge on the rocks. When I fed them this morning Wort must have been rather hungry because he tried to eat Hairy. Wort's just a little bigger than Hairy, and almost had him all in his mouth... and then spit him back out... my what a big mouth you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm spending most of my day on line looking up info about toads and making sure my set up is good. We asked the Petco guy a bunch of questions, but I like to read up on new pets. =) Hell, I read up on the breeds of my dogs, so I understood them better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112198002406973221?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112198002406973221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112198002406973221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112198002406973221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112198002406973221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-to-me-i-live-in-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112183502253627596</id><published>2005-07-19T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:53:37.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday I took dear old Sinbad to the vet, I found a lump in his "armpit". He has a bunch of moles everywhere, so I'm a little leary of all things lumpish, so right after I leave the vet I imedatly fall to peices. They found 2 other lumps besides the one I saw, and are sending tests off to A&amp;M, should have them back at the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the goddess S~ was on here way here, or I would have spent most of the day in tears. =) So S~ and I went and did what always cheers me up... SHOPPING! Especially if it's not for me! (I hate shopping for cloths when I have to have something, but when I don't need anything, randomly finding deals is great!) So I got a second set of holes in my ears, and some cute spider earrings, and starbucks of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday we drove to her parents house, went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory... I LOVED it. And got to see her parents once they came home from their vacation that night. I went to Church with them the next morning (no lightning struck... lol) and had fun changing the words to the hymns... (Goddess instead of God... ;) ). Then came all the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy's changed soooo much since we were in high school. I'm sure my eyes were as big as saucers the hole time I was there, pointing at new shops that weren't there the last time I was through, and things that had changed. New streets that used to not be there. About 4 new schools, 2 of them high schools. We went by the house I used to live in out there, brought back tons of memories... of being late to 1st period... lol, and riding around town in S~'s Orange Super Beetle. I miss that car... it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about my ex-boyfriend, wonder if he's happier now than when I knew him. He was a little ass back then. Thought about Janis... hope she burns in hell. She's still an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all not a bad weekend off. 2 more days till my B-day! :: happy dance ::&lt;br /&gt;M~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112183502253627596?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112183502253627596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112183502253627596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112183502253627596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112183502253627596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112178803410624988</id><published>2005-07-19T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:47:32.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yummm. Vanilla Vodka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#9ce7ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Cancer Drinking Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#96fcb0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a" href="" /&gt;http://www.quizdiva.net/alcohoroscopes/alcohol.gif"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font&lt;&gt;%20color="#000000"&gt;You are a comfort drinker -- and an extra wine with dinner or an after-work beer or six can be extra comforting, can' lists.&lt;br /&gt;And, in true Hollywood style, you are never really drunk; instead, you get "tired and emotional" (read: weepy when lubricated).But most people agree: there's nothing better than swapping stories (and spit) over a few bottles of inky red wine with you. Your sign also rules the flavor vanilla, and you adore anyone who serves up vanilla vodka and soda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#9ce7ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Signature Cocktails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#feb1c3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ruled by the moon, Cancers are intrigued by the idea of moonshine -- any booze, from a bourbon press to a whiskey and soda to grandpappy's special brew in a mason jar, will do. You also like comfortingly warm and sweet drinks, like hot toddies and hot buttered rums. A six-pack of Bud will also do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#9ce7ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fefe8a;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jessica Simpson, Pamela Anderson, George W. Bush, Tom Cruise, Will Ferrell, Lil' Kim, Lindsey Lohan, and John Cusack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/alcohoroscope/"&gt;What's" Your Alcohoroscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I hate Jessica Simpson, I hate Pamela Anderson, I HATE George the Shrub, I am Upset with Tom Cruise (I'm still not over his divorce) and I'm not big fans of the rest. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112178803410624988?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112178803410624988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112178803410624988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112178803410624988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112178803410624988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/yummm-vanilla-vodka.html' title='yummm. Vanilla Vodka!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112170064709444493</id><published>2005-07-18T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:30:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roe vs. Wade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ppaction.org/portal/sr_vol_adform.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://216.247.238.163/media/372_banner1728x90.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112170064709444493?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112170064709444493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112170064709444493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112170064709444493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112170064709444493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/roe-vs-wade.html' title='Roe vs. Wade'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112121050978398463</id><published>2005-07-12T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:21:49.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name + street you lived on as a child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa Smithfeild Crossing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (favorite snack food + grandfather's last name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Ice Cream Trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + favorite resturant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Zios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary Laredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting Cheese Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mint CLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten Katy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann/Charlette Langdon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickers Amy Lee  or 3 Musketters Godsmack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112121050978398463?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112121050978398463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112121050978398463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112121050978398463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112121050978398463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-porn-star-name-first-pets-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112120987185714767</id><published>2005-07-12T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:36:20.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A is for Age - 27 in 8 more days (come on 21st!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B is for Booze - Rum punch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C is for Career - Customer service how can I help you? ::glare::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;D is for Dad's name - Dad... duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - Big hair LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment -- I love to sing the chicken dance song at work and get it stuck in everyone's head... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G is for Goof off thing to do - Other than stupid quizes.... I donno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;H is for Hometown - Houston/Katy/Livingston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I is for Instrument you play - Did I mention that I like to sing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J is for Jam or Jelly you like - Grape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K is for Kids - Where? I thought my bug bomb got rid of those!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L is for Living arrangement - Me, hubbie, Sinbad, Bossy, Lil' Bit, Tom Cat, &amp; the late lamented Jerry mouse =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M is for Mom's name - Mom, jeez, who wrote this thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N is for Names of best friends - Snady! Kittie! OB! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays - Why would I do that? They have sick people there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P is for Phobias - Hights, and I'm almost over the spider thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q is for Quote you like - "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." &lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/tellafriend/index.asp?QUOTE_ID=146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Albert Einstein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R is for Relationship that lasted longest - The one I'm in... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;S is for Siblings - I used to have one, but I think I lost it somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T is for Texas , Ever been? Hummm.... Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U is for Unique trait - I don't recall any normal ones, but I do have the uncanny ablity to be a smart ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;V if for Vegetable you love - Potatoes yummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;W is for Worst traits - Biteing peoples heads off before geting those pesky details... and being a little to blunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;X - is for XRays you've had - teeth... that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y is for Yummy food you make - Chicken fried steak or homemade bread... yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Z is for Zodiac sign - Cancer! (just barely! lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112120987185714767?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112120987185714767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112120987185714767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112120987185714767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112120987185714767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/ugh.html' title='ugh...'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112112028526077753</id><published>2005-07-11T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:18:05.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5902/1104/1600/MissA1%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5902/1104/200/MissA1%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I figured this picture thing out! ... ok it took me a month... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112112028526077753?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112112028526077753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112112028526077753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112112028526077753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112112028526077753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/ha-i-figured-this-picture-thing-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112111952404505138</id><published>2005-07-11T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:05:24.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So much has been going on, it’s been crazy. On the 2nd my DH and I went to his bosses house (they’ve been friends for 10 years, wonderful people) and went out on the pontoon boat, had hot dogs on the lake, lots of fun. We went back to their house b/c I wanted to borrow their tent, the boys go upstairs to fetch, and she starts telling me about Alan’s current work performance. He has a tendency to just give up about once a year and needs a pep-talk, so that was a 45 minute argument all the way home. His bosses aren’t the kind of people to hand out praise, mostly they pick on each other (and everyone) and use lots of sarcasm, and DH starts feeling like nothing he does is ever good enough, and then I have to tell him how wonderful he is and kick him in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th I went up to Denton, that’s a 4 hour drive… yuck! OB’s wedding was beautiful, and highly stressful. I’m so glad Alan &amp; I just left and got married. No family, friends, or bossy in laws. =) And especially no 3 year olds who didn’t understand the position of flower girl. (no, you have to shutthefuckupandwalkbyyourself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work… sucks ass. I was totally freaking out about today (Monday = horrible day + down 2 people with Brit on vacation) But everything actually went smoothly. Wow. I’m soooo irritated that Brit is SDS. She won’t follow up on anything, and if I let her fall on her ass, customers will get pissy, and I don’t like giving bad customer service just b/c she won’t do her job. So I am making copies of every little mistake she makes and turning them in to the Ops manager, who, thank the goddess, thinks I walk on water. I don’t know that it will ever be enough to get her fired/demoted over but at least one person is aware of the situation that I have to deal with every day. And it irritates the crap out of me that Brit calls me “her right hand girl” Bitch please… Don’t make me kill you. I’m not here to help you, I don’t get paid to be your back up. I’m here to do my job and I do it to the best of my ability. Almost everyone in the store would rather work with me than anyone else at the desk, because I may not be in a good mood all the time, but I know my job better than anyone else up there with the exception of Jenny, and if she’s in a good mood, the sky is a funny shade of purple. (and technically she doesn’t work at the desk anyways.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HRM is supposed to be hiring us some new people, but there aren’t that many out there that can work the desk, so god only knows if we’ll find anyone worth a damn. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and update on my neighbors: DH called Houston SPCA on them (thanks Willow) and they are filing a report… so keep an eye out on Animal Planet’s Houston Animal Cops and my dogs may be barking at the camera from our yard… lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112111952404505138?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112111952404505138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112111952404505138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112111952404505138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112111952404505138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-much-has-been-going-on-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112034352650084470</id><published>2005-07-02T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T17:32:06.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075174968_izzesEarth.jpg" border="0" alt="Earth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is earth: Wise, solitary, mysterious&lt;br&gt;and loving. You are very wise. Your wise as in&lt;br&gt;you know things others do not, you can see past&lt;br&gt;stereotypes and see the real people behind&lt;br&gt;their facades, and people will often come to&lt;br&gt;you for help and advice. Quite solitary and&lt;br&gt;somewhat shy around people because you prefer&lt;br&gt;animals and plants, animals aren't afraid to&lt;br&gt;show themselves or what they are feeling and&lt;br&gt;plants are fun to nurture. You are very strong&lt;br&gt;in your silence if you set your mind on&lt;br&gt;something you will often times pursue it to the&lt;br&gt;end. Sometimes you just want to get away, so&lt;br&gt;you seek refuge in the forest where you can&lt;br&gt;have time to think and try to sort out your&lt;br&gt;emotions. The sound of the wind usually calms&lt;br&gt;you, especially moving through the trees. Life&lt;br&gt;to you is something precious and should not be&lt;br&gt;taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.%3A-%7CWhat%20is%20your%20true%20element%3F%7C-%3A.%20-With%20Anime%20Pictures%20and%20detailed%20answers-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1113123757_te.reality.JPG" border="0" alt="Reality"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your wise quote is: "Reality bites with a&lt;br&gt;variety of sizes of teeth"(-Tony Follari)&lt;br&gt;As a person, you think life is just plain&lt;br&gt;painful, horrible and everything else you don't&lt;br&gt;like. Happy people confuse you. Alot. I mean,&lt;br&gt;why are they so happy anyway? You are depressed&lt;br&gt;and perhaps utterly alone and live life rather&lt;br&gt;montone. You feel there is no reason to really&lt;br&gt;be here and feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20wise%20quote%20fits%20you%3F(pics)%20UPDATED/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What wise quote fits you?(pics) UPDATED&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099784838_plainsight.jpg" border="0" alt="Plain Sight"&gt;&lt;br&gt;B:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your Beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;in Plain Sight. Plain, simple and the girl next&lt;br /&gt;door. People tend overlook you as you are the&lt;br&gt;"normal girl", but you're actually&lt;br /&gt;very beautiful. And you have plenty about you to&lt;br&gt;set you apart, but more that&lt;br /&gt;lets you blend. People love the stability you have&lt;br&gt;because as others may come&lt;br /&gt;and go, you will always be there and you may always&lt;br&gt;be the same. You like simple&lt;br /&gt;things and that's what people like about you. You&lt;br&gt;most likely enjoy things most&lt;br /&gt;consider normal, like movies, shopping, that sort&lt;br&gt;of thing and are very friendly&lt;br /&gt;and probably have many friends. You are sweet and&lt;br&gt;kind and that shows on you,&lt;br /&gt;but you're also strong and not very naive. You're a&lt;br&gt;rather well-rounded&lt;br /&gt;individual. Even though some people pass you off as&lt;br&gt;just another girl, shrug it&lt;br /&gt;off because they don't know what they're&lt;br&gt;missing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Things&lt;br /&gt;That Represent You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Element:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, Light &lt;b&gt;Animal:&lt;/b&gt; Cat &lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pinks, Blues, Browns &lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Next Door by Pilot &lt;b&gt;Expression:&lt;/b&gt; Simple&lt;br&gt;Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemstone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandrite &lt;b&gt;Mythological Creature:&lt;/b&gt; Fox&lt;br&gt;Demon, Hobbit &lt;b&gt;Planet:&lt;/b&gt; Jupiter &lt;b&gt;Hair&lt;br&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt; Light Brown &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the world you may be one person, but to&lt;br&gt;one person you may be the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/Where%20Does%20Your%20Beauty%20Lie%3F%20..%3A%3AOriginal%20Pictures%20Are%20Back!%20Detailed%20Results%3A%3A../"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606574_CMyDocumentsSadness.jpg" border="0" alt="of"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Spirit of Sadness. Deep pain and sorrow&lt;br&gt;lie within you, betrayal, jealousy and&lt;br&gt;rejection rule your life. You cannot make&lt;br&gt;friends as you are too scared at the prospect&lt;br&gt;of being hurt again and you can't take that&lt;br&gt;risk. You wish more than anything to have a&lt;br&gt;steady person there who loves you&lt;br&gt;unconditionally but you are too scared to find&lt;br&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you%3F%20NEW%20AND%20IMPROVED!%20(amazingly%20beautiful%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emmareth/1093368800_aid1pic001.jpg" border="0" alt="mermaid"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a &lt;I&gt;Mermaid, &lt;/I&gt; who sits on a rock in&lt;br&gt;the sea, looking and watching all humanity with&lt;br&gt;curiosity in your eyes. You have a two-sided&lt;br&gt;personality - On one hand, you revel in your&lt;br&gt;freedom and often prefer to live in your own&lt;br&gt;private dreams and on the other hand, humanity&lt;br&gt;intrigues you and you love watching on.&lt;p&gt;You&lt;br&gt;are actually very kind at heart and, hating to&lt;br&gt;see people hurt, you despise injustice. You&lt;br&gt;probably have one or two special friends, who&lt;br&gt;mean the world to you.&lt;p&gt;Also; you are probably&lt;br&gt;quite political, wanting to see justice done in&lt;br&gt;the world.&lt;p&gt;You are quite the dreamer, needing&lt;br&gt;your freedom and personal space to dream your&lt;br&gt;little dreams. You love to escape into a book&lt;br&gt;or some good music and just drift away.&lt;p&gt;Some&lt;br&gt;of your good points are that you are sensitive,&lt;br&gt;compassionate and a freethinker. Your bad&lt;br&gt;points are that you may come across as cool and&lt;br&gt;aloof to others and probably have a tendency to&lt;br&gt;depression.&lt;p&gt;You are the ultimate dreamer with&lt;br&gt;a kind - yet troubled heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/emmareth/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20Princess%2C%20Enchantress%2C%20Faerie%2C%20Mermaid%20or%20Toad%3F%20%20(with%20pictures!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad?  (with pictures!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112034352650084470?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112034352650084470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112034352650084470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112034352650084470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112034352650084470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-element-is-earth-wise-solitary.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-112008129942380064</id><published>2005-06-29T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T16:41:39.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Mouse that was a Jerry</title><content type='html'>Oh dearest dearest of mices&lt;br /&gt;Why did thou leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;I have no mouse to hold me,&lt;br /&gt;and keep me nice and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you lived for 3 long years&lt;br /&gt;and many memories did make&lt;br /&gt;Of running in your mouse ball&lt;br /&gt;And escaping cat intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're hard and lifeless&lt;br /&gt;your whiskers do not twitch&lt;br /&gt;Old age has claimed it's toll&lt;br /&gt;and stolen lifes last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jerry mouse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-112008129942380064?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/112008129942380064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=112008129942380064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112008129942380064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/112008129942380064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/ode-to-mouse-that-was-jerry.html' title='Ode to the Mouse that was a Jerry'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111991826005980739</id><published>2005-06-27T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:24:20.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>We kept the dog over night, he started barking about 5am, so Alan went and walked him and fed him again. He was fine till 9 am when Alan left for work and Sinbad started barking at the door, wanting to go outside and investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors were home at the time so I was stressing big time trying to figure out how to get the dog to shut-up, get in the car, and out of the way with no one seeing me. Somehow I escaped detection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Animal control is apperently closed on Monday, and the paper in town ran an artical yesterday about the lack of care at animal control, so reporting the rest of the dogs is not an option. I'll just have to hope that they escape so I can take them to the shelter in Huntsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other happier news, I went shopping today and found a dress *gasp* to ware to OB's wedding, and got her a gift (not telling what it is OB! HAHAHAHAHA!) Stopped for Starbucks *yummmm* and came home. On the way back I got pulled over for going "over 65" (I don't think he knew exactly how fast I was going). I saw him turn around to come after me and just pulled over, no lights nessicary, so I got off with a warning... go me! I slowed down after that. (ok, I was going 10 mph over the limit, but I do that everywhere I go!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111991826005980739?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111991826005980739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111991826005980739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111991826005980739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111991826005980739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111983704430242844</id><published>2005-06-26T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:50:44.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE people!</title><content type='html'>My neighbors, the ones with the screaming crotch droppings and the barking dogs, apparently are even more useless than I previously thought. One of their dogs (the one that barks all the time b/c he lives under a tarp) escaped from the hell that has been his life. And he looks absolutely awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor dog got off his collar, which got stuck in a tree, right as we were coming home from dinner and grocery shopping. I spotted him running along our fence the same time my dogs did. So in a neighborly gesture, I decide to help catch the dog till the neighbors come home, till I got a good look at the dog. He's all bones, and has a large cut on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the cops, but the animal control officer is gone for today, so I'm calling again tomorrow. They have more dogs/puppies in the house and who knows how they look. Hopefully animal control can get permission to take a look at them and see that they are being fed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the poor thing food and he ate all of it and wanted more... I'll give him some in a few hours to make sure it doesn't come back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went to go introduce myself, so I never got a close look at the dog, I never even thought to see why he was barking all the time, other than he was lonely. All this time that poor dog has been right under my nose and I never even saw it... grrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I HATE people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111983704430242844?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111983704430242844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111983704430242844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111983704430242844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111983704430242844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-people.html' title='I HATE people!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111965503188200290</id><published>2005-06-24T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:17:11.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy P~ Day... sorta</title><content type='html'>I picked up the cake, only to have it fall into the shopping cart as I was walking it very carefully to the car... *note to self, never, never, never get a full sheet cake again* luckily the fairies around Wal-mart were so excited that we were going to embarrass P~, that they didn't allow the cake to damage itself... it was a close call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully drive to the camp where P~ is hiding as a councilor this year, and dropped it off at the office. The whole car smelt like cake.... we almost had to detour. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't let me see him so I didn't get to embarrass him any more. :( But there's always next year! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You! Mwahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111965503188200290?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111965503188200290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111965503188200290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965503188200290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965503188200290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-p-day-sorta.html' title='Happy P~ Day... sorta'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111965420204421777</id><published>2005-06-24T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:09:22.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my gun at? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;Spiteful Loner&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are 57% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself. Combine these traits with your hatred of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Not only that, but you are also a very humble person--not a braggart at all--meaning you could possibly have low-self esteem. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;I&gt;1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;Televangelist&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;Capitalist Pig&lt;/A&gt;, the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;Smartass&lt;/A&gt;, and the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;Sociopath&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;I&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/156/664/1566642811609810544/mt1114812152.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=54 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=96 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;36%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Rationality&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=1 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=149 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;0%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Extroversion&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=99 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=51 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;66%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Brutality&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=65 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=85 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;43%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Arrogance&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4741219933576750506'&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1566642811609810544'&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111965420204421777?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111965420204421777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111965420204421777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965420204421777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965420204421777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheres-my-gun-at.html' title='Where&apos;s my gun at? ;)'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111965408911910372</id><published>2005-06-24T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:01:29.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "She joined in El's startled shout of laughter, and let herself down to walk toward him, seeming so frail that El found himself reaching out to offer her a steadying arm.&lt;br /&gt;     She gave him a look. 'I'm not so feeble as all that lad.'"&lt;br /&gt;- Elminster in Myth Drannor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111965408911910372?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111965408911910372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111965408911910372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965408911910372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965408911910372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111965385540304949</id><published>2005-06-24T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T17:57:35.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess Morrigan Rules! Muwhahahahah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Perfect God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You scored 74! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;There is quite a range on this category (67%-100%), but the jist is this: You are, pretty much, the perfect God. You rely heavily on thinking with your soul, and you feel deeply about the people, animals, and things you have created. You make very calulated decisions, and your people are closer to a Utopiatic society than other gods of the past. You treat all your creations equally, and you try only to let your people suffer enough to learn their lessons to become a better, more whole person. You would do well in this position; You're hired! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="143" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt;%20alt="free%20online%20dating"%20src="&lt;a%20href="http:&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td%20width=7%20bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;a%20href="&lt;a%20href='&gt;http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif&lt;/a&gt;" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;95%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;GodPts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid="18053783378739393693'"&gt;The Could I Be God? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid="13136691514602364726'"&gt;macdog&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111965385540304949?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111965385540304949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111965385540304949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965385540304949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111965385540304949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/goddess-morrigan-rules-muwhahahahah.html' title='Goddess Morrigan Rules! Muwhahahahah!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111928876238698555</id><published>2005-06-20T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:32:42.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from everyone...</title><content type='html'>Have I ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house........nope, My step-mom would have killed me&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in your city.........in Livingston? How?&lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star.......... Several, and wished on them too.&lt;br /&gt;Been to any other countries besides Canada....Never even been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious surgery........nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas.......yeah, damn ups people want to honk at the end of the driveway before I feel the need to get dressed. grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger...........no&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a stranger......... yes, I'm usually related to them somehow... big family&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight........ yeah... with my brother. I can still kick his ass&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested.......... nope... never been caught yet! lol&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose...... no.... but I did spit it on my brother once... lol&lt;br /&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator........ of course! lol&lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents......... yup&lt;br /&gt;Been to a casino......... yup, lost my twenty too... I was pissed&lt;br /&gt;Been skydiving.......... No, but I want to&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped........... yup, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;Its a great feeling Skipped school...........sure ok? Is there a question somewhere I'm missing?&lt;br /&gt;Seen a therapist........ many&lt;br /&gt;Done the splits........... no thanks&lt;br /&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.......... yuck!&lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone............ Yes... hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Been to Niagara Falls.... Yes&lt;br /&gt;Gotten the chicken pox....... Yes. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a member of the same sex.......yes, I was 5. And she was cute.&lt;br /&gt;Crashed into a friend's car........ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Japan......... No&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a taxi............Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped........... Yes, right after we came back from his family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted............ No&lt;br /&gt;Been fired............. Nope&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back..........probubly&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a blind date.............Yes&lt;br /&gt;Lied to a friend............probubly, I try not to lie to people. I usually just avoid the question.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher............ Nope&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans........... nope&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a co-worker............ Yes... It was bad&lt;br /&gt;Been married........... =) yes&lt;br /&gt;Had children............. Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die............no&lt;br /&gt;Had a close friend die....no, and they haven't sumbitted their forms to the committees yet, so they're not allowed&lt;br /&gt;Been to Africa............ no&lt;br /&gt;Driven over 400 miles in one day..........Probubly&lt;br /&gt;Been to US............ I don't remember... lol&lt;br /&gt;Been to Mexico.......... When I was 2.&lt;br /&gt;Been to India............. No.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane............ Yes&lt;br /&gt;Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show..........No&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a bar..........No, but almost did.&lt;br /&gt;Purposely set a part of myself on fire........no, but I have thought about setting others on fire&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi..........Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;Been skiing/snowboarding............. Nope&lt;br /&gt;Met someone in person from the internet........ Yes... I married him... lol&lt;br /&gt;Lost a child.............no&lt;br /&gt;Gone to college/university.........for 1 semester!&lt;br /&gt;Graduated college/university..........nope&lt;br /&gt;Fired a gun................. once.&lt;br /&gt;Purposely hurt yourself........... no.&lt;br /&gt;Taken painkillers............... hasn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Been intimate with someone of the same gender.............no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111928876238698555?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111928876238698555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111928876238698555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111928876238698555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111928876238698555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/stolen-from-everyone.html' title='Stolen from everyone...'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111928727327468411</id><published>2005-06-20T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:08:34.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwahahahahahah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q="&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You Are Subversion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/3026600/622423" width="242" /&gt;You are systematic and secretive. Sometimes even very calculating. Most everyone trusts you but they have no idea what really goes on in your head. You are capable of being nice or mean, whatever a situation calls for. You look out for #1. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q="&gt;What Naughty My Little Pony Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/12827217-111928727327468411?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111928727327468411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111928727327468411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111928727327468411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111928727327468411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/mwahahahahahah.html' title='Mwahahahahahah!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111922213138077435</id><published>2005-06-19T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:02:47.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasn’t always there for you. I’m sorry. I was, and still am, a coward. Your drinking scared me, and by the time you stopped, I didn’t see the point in being there. It was already to late.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time you won’t drink, and maybe next time I won’t be so scared. Maybe we’ll know each other better. Maybe next time we won’t be separated by someone with so much hate.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I love you. I remember being your Princess. I remember thinking you knew everything. I remember you waking me up for school and holding me for a while, and then you would go fix my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;And I remember this past fathers day, when you went into the hospital. You thought it was just something wrong with your legs. But it was more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t it.&lt;br /&gt;It was the alcohol. And then it was the cigarettes. And in the end, they won, and we lost. And here it is, one year later. And I miss the man who knew it all.&lt;br /&gt;Are you still here? Can you still hear me? I regret the time we wasted. It’s not fair at all. So many will be celebrating today, and I only morn the man that could have done so much, and didn’t. Who knew so much, and wasted it.&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if I’ll turn out any better?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111922213138077435?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111922213138077435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111922213138077435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111895955952060807</id><published>2005-06-16T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T17:05:59.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer Dude</title><content type='html'>Well, I ended up taking Apache to the shelter in Huntsville yesterday.  They seemed nice enough, hopefully they'll see to his needs and find him a home.  I was so depressed about taking him all day yesterday, I miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I went by the vet's office today to get Sinbad some anti-inflamitories, and to see who was next up for shots since I hadn't heard anything from them in a while... They had the wrong address and all of the reminders were being sent back to them, and I guess the thought of calling us never entered their little mind... Tom needed shots in November, Lil' Bit in Febuary, Bossy in April, and Sinbad next month. So now we're scrambling to find the money to take everyone at the same time! Ack! And they discontinued the heart worm shot, so now everyone has to go on those dumb pills that I can never remember... grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Last night was exciting, there was no power in 7 counties. Of course I was in one of those counties, Huntsville, Conroe, The Woodlands, Livingston, Cleveland, and Porter were all in the dark. We were out from 7pm till 10:30pm. A friend in Onalaska (15 min away) didn't get any till 3 am. (HA HA I laugh at you!) I've never been so greatful for A/C in my life... 10:30 pm and it was still Hotter than hell.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Went Glammor Bombing today, I made some paper dolls and wrote little messages on them and left them all over Wal-mart.... =) That was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111895955952060807?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111895955952060807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111895955952060807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111895955952060807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111895955952060807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/bummer-dude.html' title='Bummer Dude'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111868146163728686</id><published>2005-06-12T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:51:01.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apperently I have an uncanny ablity to find stray cats in parking lots. Lil' Bit is from Burger King's parking lot, Thomas Catius is from Whataburger, and now I have found and captured Apache (so named by a 2 yr old customer who also saw him)from the Home Depot parking lot. Unfortunetly... I can't keep him =(He's all Black, I would guess about 2 years old, but very very skinny. You can feel every bone in this poor cats body. On top of that he's missing patches of fur, mange maybe? I'm hoping that it will come back once he starts gaining some weight. But I can't afford to get him shots, find out what's wrong with his fur, and keep up with the fur babies I already have =( Sinbad needs meds for his arthritis, and I just can't do both, so poor Apache is going to be feed and live in a room away from anyone else, just to be on the safe side, and next time I'm off work I'm taking him to the SPCA in Houston. He's such a sweetie, the whole way home from Home Depot he just sat in my lap and wanted pets, and that's an hour drive. I HATE it that I can't keep him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111868146163728686?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111868146163728686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111868146163728686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111868146163728686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111868146163728686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/apperently-i-have-uncanny-ablity-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111826721964202253</id><published>2005-06-08T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:46:59.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>She's gone. After a year and a half of being trapt in a body that won't move on it's own, she's finnally released. Alan is very upset, but I'm just glad it's overwith. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111826721964202253?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111826721964202253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111826721964202253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111826721964202253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111826721964202253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111809602272632905</id><published>2005-06-06T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:13:42.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Birthdate: July 21&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.&lt;br /&gt;The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.&lt;br /&gt;There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression.&lt;br /&gt;Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing.&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111809602272632905?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111809602272632905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111809602272632905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111809602272632905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111809602272632905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-birthdate-july-21being-born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111826694638698817</id><published>2005-06-06T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:43:23.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death, again, is knocking.</title><content type='html'>I went to visit my mother-in-law yesterday. She's doing fine (so she claims, I worry about her anywho), but Grandma is not. The nurses are telling her that Grandma is showing end of life symptoms... whatever in the hell that means. My husband is VERY upset. He deals badly with sick people in the first place, and his Grandma helped raise him and his brothers. So she's still here, on tubes and oxygen, can't do anything and can't talk. And he won't talk to her b/c he's not comfortable, and then feels horrible b/c he can't help his mom out more. I try to help him grieve, listen to him, be there for him. But I start crying too, and it becomes a giant mess. Hell, I'm crying again, damn it all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How much death does there have to be? When will I just get a break from it? I'm so tired of being upset, tired of being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worry so much about my mother-in-law. She's so strong, and loves so much and gives to so many people. I worry that she'll give till there's nothing left for herself. How she can take care of Grandma everyday, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, is beyond me. She only leaves the house when a nurse can come and stay, and then only for a few hours. I wish we were closer to her, so I could help on my days off, but from an hour way, there's not much I can do. And it pisses me off SO BAD that the church that they've gone to for years, helped and volunteered for, and donated to, hasn't visited in months. My grandparent’s priest went to visit my grandparents every Friday till they passed. He took them communion and visited with them. Why is this church so different? Why is it that this church can’t find time to minister to its own? After years and years of giving, this is the thanks she gets??? Where’s Christ’s love in that? Basturds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law, his fiancé, and their daughter, all live there too. And do they help out? Nope. They get upset when mom asks them to get their clothes out of the dryer. What kind of bullshit is that? Can you wash your dishes? They get upset. He’s 28 fucking years old! Clean up after yourself and get the hell out of your mama’s house! Be grateful you can live at your mama’s house b/c if you were mine, you’d also be homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration, frustration, frustration...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111826694638698817?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111826694638698817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111826694638698817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111826694638698817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111826694638698817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/death-again-is-knocking.html' title='Death, again, is knocking.'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111781862383697606</id><published>2005-06-03T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:10:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh???</title><content type='html'>eXpressive: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;Practical: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;Physical: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;Giver: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a XPYT--Expressive Practical Physical Taker. This makes you a Player.You are clever, sexy and sexually oriented. You know what you want and how to get it. You command attention in a room of strangers, as your charisma, your personality and your spending habits are all oriented toward making an impression on your target sex. You pay attention to details. You reel people in easily, but have a harder time keeping them around since you are just as demanding in a long term relationship as you are on a night out. Combine your demanding nature with the fact that you're hard to keep up with and easily bored, and you get a recipe for problems with fidelity. In a conflict, you're brutal -- you know how to unleash one cutting remark that turns a normal fight into a brawl or a breakup. Your general attitude is you just don't have time for fighting -- if you feel like your current partner doesn't understand you, you know you can find another one. You may see yourself in a parent and dislike his/her choices, so you want to avoid them for yourself. You feel confined by social pressures, both to pair up and stay paired. It will (and should) take you years to settle (and for you, it may really feel like you're settling). Please use a condom.Of the 231353 people who have taken this quiz, 8.1 % are this type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111781862383697606?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111781862383697606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111781862383697606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781862383697606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781862383697606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/huh.html' title='Huh???'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111781306333882140</id><published>2005-06-03T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:37:43.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 quizes were at...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/"&gt;http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111781306333882140?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111781306333882140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111781306333882140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781306333882140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781306333882140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-2-quizes-were-at.html' title='Last 2 quizes were at...'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111781302950991670</id><published>2005-06-03T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:37:09.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I up to something???</title><content type='html'>Sunny/Dark: 2/10&lt;br /&gt;drY/Gross: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;Traditional/Offbeat: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;Active/Passive: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a SYT--Sunny Dry Traditional. This makes you a Sophisticate.You like conservative humor -- implied rather than explicit, and a well- timed eyebrow raise rather than a punchline. You're exactly the right kind of funny a well-bred hostess would want at her functions. You might be Jewish. You're not afraid of a risque joke -- you just don't often make them. This means that people may keep it squeaky clean around you, and that when you do work blue it's super too so funny. You're like Jon Stewart on that fake cover of the public domain Victorian erotica textbook in the back of America. You should get that book. You'll think it's funny as hell. You might like The Daily Show, Remember Wenn and when Hamlet says, "Do you think I meant country matters?" You would snigger thyself all the way to the buttery bar.Of the 20092 people who have taken this quiz, 26 % are this type. Your Active humor score of 5/10 means you're a yellow dash of comedy down the middle of the humorous road. You prefer to listen than to be the center of attention, inserting funny observations and comments rather than driving the herd. That's cool. Just remember that the quantity of funny you provide tends to make people think you're up to something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111781302950991670?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111781302950991670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111781302950991670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781302950991670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781302950991670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-up-to-something.html' title='Am I up to something???'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111781215913522302</id><published>2005-06-03T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:22:39.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty close except the follower part</title><content type='html'>Wackiness: 48/100&lt;br /&gt;Rationality: 40/100&lt;br /&gt;Constructiveness: 38/100&lt;br /&gt;Leadership: 28/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;strong&gt;SEDF&lt;/strong&gt;--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you a &lt;strong&gt;Evil Genius&lt;/strong&gt;.You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.You are not to be messed with. You may explode.Of the 127018 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 14.5 % are this type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111781215913522302?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111781215913522302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111781215913522302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781215913522302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111781215913522302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/pretty-close-except-follower-part.html' title='pretty close except the follower part'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111777007452301072</id><published>2005-06-02T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:41:14.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHOOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/winnie-the-pooh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on, he doesn't wear pants!And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/gaychildhoodiconquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111777007452301072?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111777007452301072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111777007452301072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111777007452301072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111777007452301072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahahahahaha-whoop.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHOOP!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111776956863888558</id><published>2005-06-02T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:32:48.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Borderline ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/disorder/courtney-love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down, your whole world is crashing&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/personalitydisorderquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111776956863888558?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111776956863888558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111776956863888558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111776956863888558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111776956863888558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/lol_02.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111776274797803480</id><published>2005-06-02T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:39:07.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason why work blows chunks...</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a call last night at about 10:30... I was in bed so I refused to answer... and forgot about it till on my way in to work this AM. So I check my messages on my way in and it's Gabe, calling to tell me that Brittany just told him that she made Service Desk Super. and so she's not going to move after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what your thinking... "Aww... I know you wanted that... sorry!" But stop... I only put in for it b/c my managers asked me to... and then the end of my interveiw for it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm upset isn't b/c I didn't get it, it's b/c Brittany DID. Anyone else with half a damn brain would have been fine, but she's going to crash and burn and I'm going to have to put up with her stupidity untill she does. And I'm almost postitive that the reason that Brit got it is b/c she wanted to leave (it's cheaper to promote her than to train a new person to replace her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111776274797803480?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111776274797803480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111776274797803480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111776274797803480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111776274797803480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-reason-why-work-blows-chunks.html' title='Another reason why work blows chunks...'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111758022841533786</id><published>2005-05-31T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:57:08.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen quiz from OB</title><content type='html'>Accent: texan&lt;br /&gt;Bra Size: 36B (I finnaly made it to B!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Chore I Hate: washing dishes, and cooking&lt;br /&gt;Dad's Name: Phillip&lt;br /&gt;Essential Makeup: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Perfume: What?&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: Silver&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Fact: The gestation period of an elephant is 2 years... ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Job Title: Special Services Asso.&lt;br /&gt;Kids: No, really... that's ok!&lt;br /&gt;Living Arrangements: House&lt;br /&gt;Mom's Birthplace: Good question... I donno&lt;br /&gt;Number of Apples Eaten Last Week: I avoid things that are "Healthy"&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays: Haven't&lt;br /&gt;Phobias: Spiders, Hights (it's a long fall for a tall person)&lt;br /&gt;Question You Ask Yourself a Lot: Why is the damn phone ringing NOW? (mostly at work)&lt;br /&gt;Religious Affiliation: Witch&lt;br /&gt;Siblings:NONE! HA!&lt;br /&gt;Time I Wake Up: depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;Unnatural Hair Color: Dark Brown #31&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair Color: Medium brown&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable I Refuse To Eat: All of them&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit: Being TOO blunt&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays: teeth&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Food I Make: Bread...If your lucky enough to have me cook&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Sun sign: Cancer Moon sign: Aquarius Rising sign: Leo Which makes me a Moody smart leader... hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111758022841533786?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111758022841533786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111758022841533786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111758022841533786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111758022841533786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/stolen-quiz-from-ob.html' title='Stolen quiz from OB'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111749078671394221</id><published>2005-05-30T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:06:26.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>Ok, So to get moved up in the world, one must be interviewed for the possition. So I was. And it went fine untill they asked how I handle confrontation. Well, the only conforontation I've had since I've been there has been with Jenny, who reminds me of the evil step-monster (lashes out over stupid stuff and acts like it was your fault even when appoligising) so I tell them about what happend last with here, which was less than a month ago, and got all upset to the point that as I was leaving the interview I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Goddess only know if I flunked with flying colors or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll know in a few more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111749078671394221?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111749078671394221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111749078671394221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111749078671394221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111749078671394221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/interview.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111732757209806592</id><published>2005-05-28T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T19:46:12.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Chaos!</title><content type='html'>My store manager is leaving to transfure  to a new store, and Ambrose, my Ops. Assitant manger will be acting store manager untill someone is deamed worthy of the possition (they like to take someone from another store and move them up to Store Manager, instead of promoting someone who's already in that store, however my store is out in the boonies and they might make an exception just this once which would be WONDERFUL as Ambrose is the best manager on the face of the planet... he's even better than me... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to replace Ambrose, they are promoting Janice (my dept. head) to Ops. Manager, which means there's an opening there. (which I applied for today after they hinted that they might want me in the possition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then~ Danna might be leaving(In my dept.). Tomorrow may or may not be her last day. (which they plan on filling with "J" from gardening. He'll have a week of training to be a cashier and then will come up front to shadow us at the desk and learn that computer system... ugh... newbies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then~ Brittany is leaving sometime in June (In my Dept.) , hopefully we'll get Jessica (Cashier) as she's taught herself how to work at the desk and will only need to be shown how to work the reports. Or Jessica might be moved to head cashier, which she would be good at, but we really need her at the desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so mass chaos continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111732757209806592?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111732757209806592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111732757209806592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111732757209806592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111732757209806592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/mass-chaos.html' title='Mass Chaos!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111722235033513958</id><published>2005-05-27T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:37:07.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chioce in the military</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dragonlight72178.tripod.com/id25.html"&gt;http://dragonlight72178.tripod.com/id25.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111722235033513958?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111722235033513958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111722235033513958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111722235033513958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111722235033513958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/chioce-in-military.html' title='Chioce in the military'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111705785205066957</id><published>2005-05-25T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:50:52.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and more stuff</title><content type='html'>Had to go get parts for the good ol' car today, so of course S~ would call me when I'm in BFE on the way to the Woodlands (between Coldspring and Willis to be exact) and of course my phone will be a huge pain in the ass (it takes after me!) and let us talk for 2 minutes and then loose the conection, never to be found again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get my 2 parts and then go to Target and Bed, Bath &amp; Beyond to see what OB registered for... nice stuff! I'll have to go back next week when I actually have money! lol. I'm not going to get to go to OB's shower =( I made plans to got see my mother-in-law that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the cemetery to visit dad and take some flowers. They have his stone up... that was quick! I drove around and couldn't seem to figure out where the little vases for the flowers were at, so I just stuck them in the ground, which is nice and soft b/c they just put grass down. (it's all dead looking, hopefully something green will survive.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111705785205066957?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111705785205066957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111705785205066957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111705785205066957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111705785205066957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/stuff-and-more-stuff.html' title='Stuff and more stuff'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111687187423568009</id><published>2005-05-23T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:11:14.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from OB</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CBE5FE"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Political Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCE2FE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 20% Conservative, 80% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDFFE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CFDCFF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D0D8FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D1D5FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2D2FF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/liborconquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Liberal / Conservative Are You?&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/12827217-111687187423568009?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111687187423568009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111687187423568009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111687187423568009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111687187423568009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/stolen-from-ob.html' title='Stolen from OB'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111637538061923924</id><published>2005-05-17T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:17:14.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm so excited! Gonna go party and get drunk Thursday!!! Whoop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111637538061923924?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111637538061923924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111637538061923924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111637538061923924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111637538061923924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-excited-gonna-go-party-and-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111602264418236313</id><published>2005-05-13T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:18:17.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black;" width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;60% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;20% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;10% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;10% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111602264418236313?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111602264418236313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111602264418236313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111602264418236313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111602264418236313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-linguistic-profile60-general.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111593611628894056</id><published>2005-05-12T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:15:16.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans are so dumb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So I'm going to work this morning (I use the term "morning" loosely, it was 5:30 am) pitch black out on a farm to market road, and there's a dude riding his bike with a flashing back light and no head light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see dead people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come home to... not my dogs barking, but my new neighbors dog barking. I really can't blame the dog though, If I was moved to a new house and then tied to a tree way from all other life forms, so I could live under a tarp, I would be bitching too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111593611628894056?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111593611628894056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111593611628894056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111593611628894056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111593611628894056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/humans-are-so-dumb.html' title='Humans are so dumb!'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111585112704779794</id><published>2005-05-11T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:51:50.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prochoiceohio.org/s09newsroom/press/200504291.shtml"&gt;http://www.prochoiceohio.org/s09newsroom/press/200504291.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the protesters? Where are the ralleys? Why are we even allowing the thought of something like this to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Bush, republicans suck, and all the right wing fundies should fall off the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If President Bush succeeds in putting an anti-choice activiston the court, then it's likely that justice would rule in a case involving laws like this one that would eliminate women's freedom to choose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, wake up! It's your BODY were talking about. Since when did we give MEN permision to tell us what to do with it? It's a CHOICE. If it's not the right choice for you, don't have one. Why make it illegal for people who need one and want to be able to make that choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's geting harder and harder to even get the PILL now. What's next? No condoms either? I know! Lets all go back to the dark ages where women were just baby factories! We can all get married at 13 and have 20 kids! That's just what this over-populated plant needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, that's what's in the Bible, right? "Go forth and populate the earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do that and kill all the Gay's, kill all the Witches, b/c that's what the Bible says! And Women will be subservent to men b/c that's what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the god damn bible and open your fucking eyes! Think for yourself! Research your options! Do you even know what your talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111585112704779794?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111585112704779794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111585112704779794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111585112704779794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111585112704779794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/pro-choice.html' title='Pro choice'/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827217.post-111584739193383773</id><published>2005-05-11T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:36:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so for all the non-lj people, here is a new blog just for you! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827217-111584739193383773?l=72178.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/feeds/111584739193383773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827217&amp;postID=111584739193383773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111584739193383773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827217/posts/default/111584739193383773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://72178.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-so-for-all-non-lj-people-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Morrigan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448964602379770362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
