<?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-36245837</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:43:30.548-04:00</updated><category term='Dmitri'/><category term='moving'/><category term='sonogram'/><category term='caloric intake'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='new music'/><category term='stress'/><category term='rehab'/><category term='Olga'/><category term='jailtime'/><category term='bad drivers'/><category term='beach'/><category term='California'/><category term='Helmet'/><category term='niece'/><category term='Hincapie'/><category term='police'/><category term='Contador'/><category term='signals'/><category term='organizational skills'/><category term='American Red Cross'/><category term='life'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='jerk'/><category term='Arrested Development'/><category term='running'/><category term='haunted houses'/><category term='Gold&apos;s Gym'/><category term='metal'/><category term='Zach'/><category term='asshat'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Blood donation'/><category term='new jobs'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='self doubt'/><category term='Tour de France'/><category term='Sassy'/><category term='stupid drivers'/><category term='mountain biking'/><category term='Borat'/><category term='L.Lo.'/><category term='Google needs'/><category term='work'/><category term='jiu jitsu'/><category term='voicemail'/><category term='Six Dollar Burger'/><title type='text'>Strangers With Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'>My play on the title from one of my favorite television shows! But we won't be strangers for long!!! 

Another idiot-free zone (thanks Carmen)!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-6171621936661239562</id><published>2008-12-02T11:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:26:35.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a bad girl this year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... less than 10 posts for the year??? Good Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/STVfKeLJfwI/AAAAAAAAACY/WMQ686WOnJs/s1600-h/Photoshoot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275227172037558018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/STVfKeLJfwI/AAAAAAAAACY/WMQ686WOnJs/s320/Photoshoot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't put the blame on anyone else but me. I guess I've kept myself really busy. I've been going to visit my new neice Hannah (who is now almost 5 months old!!!), I've raised over $1,300 and completed a 75 mile bike tour for MS research, I've gone scubadiving &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; skydiving... And now it's the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/STVgCRfSOFI/AAAAAAAAACg/QWSBjCLtr8s/s1600-h/Skydiving+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275228130705029202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/STVgCRfSOFI/AAAAAAAAACg/QWSBjCLtr8s/s320/Skydiving+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy crap - where has the time gone? I can remember several times this year thinking, "Wow, it's only (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insert any month here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). When will it be time for Thanksgiving and Christmas?" The answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted to log on and apologize for my slothiness (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that anyone reads this - who wants to check into a blog that's only updated once every 6 months?)...&lt;/span&gt; I'll give it my best to post again BEFORE the end of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-6171621936661239562?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6171621936661239562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=6171621936661239562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6171621936661239562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6171621936661239562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-bad-girl-this-year.html' title='I was a bad girl this year...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/STVfKeLJfwI/AAAAAAAAACY/WMQ686WOnJs/s72-c/Photoshoot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-8325627106939494999</id><published>2008-07-07T10:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:22:49.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dmitri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voicemail'/><title type='text'>Asshat Dmitri and His Asshat Voicemail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if you have heard about this yet, but I got this link from my sister... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misanthropytoday.com/2008/06/27/olga-and-dmitri-funny-voicemail/"&gt;http://www.misanthropytoday.com/2008/06/27/olga-and-dmitri-funny-voicemail/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a TOOL!! I hope this dude is alone for a LONG LONG time. He's just SO busy that he can't take the time to "get to know" someone. Forget romance with this one ladies. It would definitely inconvenience this jerk to leave you little love notes around the house - much less, remember your birthday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Go find yourself a pretty hooker, Dmitri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-8325627106939494999?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8325627106939494999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=8325627106939494999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8325627106939494999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8325627106939494999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/asshat-dmitri-and-his-asshat-voicemail.html' title='Asshat Dmitri and His Asshat Voicemail'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-8253397509649847721</id><published>2008-06-27T12:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:04:01.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Tour 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can someone help me understand why the Tour de France organizers are so stupid? I'm actually thinking that they are not humans but a couple of banana-less chimps. I am SO UPSET that they are not letting Team Astana participate in this year's Tour. Such a mistake!! The reason they are not invited back is because last year's team leader and Tour leader, Alexander Vinokourov, was busted for blood doping. I can understand not allowing HIM back - &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt;. But to bar the team from participating this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The team isn't even the same!! Not only did they boot Vinokourov &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; the management, they hired Johan Bruyneel - the former direteur sportif of the Lance Armstrong's Team Discovery!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bruyneel wanted to start fresh, so he hired a number of former Discovery riders including Alberto Contador (2008 Tour de France winner) and Levi Leipheimer (2008 Tour de France 3rd place).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bruyneel adopted anti-doping measurements that were first used by CSC's team in 2007 (It's actually a very very strict system).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Le Tour says that they won't invite Astana because of the team's links to "Operación Puerto" (ummm, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vinokourov???) and involvement in the 2007 Tour doping scandals (again, wasn't that Vinokourov???). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so since the whole reason for the all the hubbub is gone along with the higher-ups, I'm not following their reasoning as to why the 2008 team is banned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd like to say that I will be boycotting this year's coverage of Le Tour... but who in the world would not watch when George Hincapie has a chance to do something AMAZING!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO BIG GEORGE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-8253397509649847721?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8253397509649847721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=8253397509649847721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8253397509649847721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8253397509649847721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/le-tour.html' title='Le Tour 2008'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-8991014754154111796</id><published>2008-05-27T13:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:35:05.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new music'/><title type='text'>NO REGRETS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so tired that I almost didn't go to this show, but man, am I glad I changed my mind about going... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELMET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was awesome!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I know that Helmet isn't a well-known band by today's music listeners. But man, do they still have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I first saw them on the campus of Virginia Tech in 1992/1993. They opened for Faith No More (an abomination) - the majority of people who attended were there for Helmet. I always loved their lyrics and unique sound. It was heavy but a little experimental - and I loved any new music with a twist or quirk that separated them from the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I remember being excited. I remember wondering why the guitarist didn't turn around and face the crowd. I remember being lifted yet annoyed when they stopped playing. And I remember being fully let down by Faith No More. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All these great memories pulled me back to see them over a week ago at &lt;a href="http://www.volume11tavern.com/home.php"&gt;Volume 11 &lt;/a&gt;in Raleigh, NC. The show was incredible! And even though there's only one original member in the band - the songs ROCKED! And even better - Page Hamilton is actually a pretty nice guy. The venue wasn't huge, but is really neat - only metal groups are invited to play - and after the show, the guys shook hands and talked with anyone who stayed behind. Just regular ordinary "Joes" who happen to be fantastic musicians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only time I was disappointed was when I got to work the next day and started to talk about the show to the new girl - who is a HUGE Tool fan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;... and she did not know who they were!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Does this make me old?? Dear God - knowing who Helmet is actually dates me? That one line from her mouth actually hit me in the face like a ton of college yearbooks. That said - I've figured out what you young-uns are missing from your lives. It's called Helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-8991014754154111796?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8991014754154111796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=8991014754154111796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8991014754154111796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8991014754154111796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-regrets.html' title='NO REGRETS!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-5277931802528088192</id><published>2008-05-14T16:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:24:37.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caloric intake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Dollar Burger'/><title type='text'>Ridiculous Caloric Intake vs. Inferior Caloric Output</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after my last post - take a wild guess what's been on my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah. I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went out on a group bike ride Saturday morning. When we got back, it was lunchtime. And, of course, I was hungry. I pack up my bike and head home thinking I'll stop and get a Chik-Fil-A Chargrilled Chicken Sanwich (270 calories, 3.5g of fat. The regular sandwich? 410 calories, 16g of fat). It's only slightly out of the way - and now that gas is $4/gal I try to consolidate as many trips out as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I remembered - I pass a Hardee's on the way home!!!! That was a sign, bitches!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get the burger, bring it home, let the dogs out, (left the bike in the car - it's called prioritizing) and set myself up in front of the TV with the recording of CSI that I missed on Thursday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was wonderful. I ate slow - I tasted - I ate half (I can learn a lesson or two). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No regrets - until today. Don't ask me why but I looked up the calories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Worst Burger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl's Jr. Double Six Dollar Burger 1,520 calories 111 g fat Carl's brags about this, but also provides convenient nutrition info on its Web site —so ignorance is no excuse for eating it.A Simple Solution: The Low Carb Six Dollar Burger has just 490 calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So now take a wild guess what I won't be ingesting again for a very long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-5277931802528088192?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5277931802528088192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=5277931802528088192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/5277931802528088192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/5277931802528088192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/ridiculous-caloric-intake-vs-inferior.html' title='Ridiculous Caloric Intake vs. Inferior Caloric Output'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-4843679497033267853</id><published>2008-05-06T13:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:37:02.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Six Dollar Burger &amp; Meat Sweats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O.   M.   G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moufflets.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moufflet's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; today... and read the post about the $6 burger. Those of you on the west side of the country may be familiar with this delicious-ness at Carl's Junior, but here on the east coast - it Hardees where this monster of a burger resides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Holy crap. This burger is the tastiest, messiest, most memorable burger I have ever eaten. I first had one years ago after watching my brother-in-law try to eat an entire burger in one sitting. He went as far down that road as he could and I remember his face... he had the look of extreme pleasure and extreme pain at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to try one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I got home, I went out and got one for myself. I remember getting home and drawing the blinds (I'm sorta a secret eater), turning on the TV and opening the box. The burger is also half-wrapped inside the box. I didn't realize that the beautiful presentation was also functional - it keeps the burger together. YES - it's THAT messy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The first bite was marvelous!! I reached back in memory to try to think of any other burger I'd consumed in my life that was half as good... nothing. The more you get into it, the messier it gets. But you can't stop picking it up - it's so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My problem - a little after I'm halfway through... I'm already full. And this is not a "full" that you can ignore. This is FULL - "no-more-room-at-the-inn" FULL. THIS IS A HUGE PROBLEM!! The burger is so good that you don't want to stop eating. I mean, it's not gonna be as good if you wrap it and try to go back to it later!! But there is absolutely NO WAY that I'm gonna throw food away! Especially when it's still edible (and this is not just edible!)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I forged ahead and took another bite. I chewed slowly to try to let my mouth catch up with the digestion going on in my gullet. I swallowed and took another bite, and another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I get to where there are only 2 good bites left - I can see the finish line - I'm almost there!! Then I start to get this really weird feeling. This is a feeling I usually associate with being sick with the flu or way too drunk to still be standing. But I don't quite understand it because I FEEL GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**cue the "meat sweats" **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I find myself running to the bathroom and immediately throwing up. I'm glad my body reacted correctly because my mind didn't catch up until the act was over. I honestly had to sit down and replay what had just happened. ("Had I really just thrown up because my belly was over full?? Was there actually a point where your belly physically fills up!??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Every other time I've thrown up, it's a situation that gets attached to a particular food or smell or taste. And from then on, there is not even a thought that is given to that particualar item. Because then would come the nausea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Forunately this time - there was happiness associated with the regurgitation. I honestly felt better. The meat sweats subsided, the clouds parted and the angels sang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can still eat a $6 burger. I just stop after half. It's really not as bad as I thought to come back to it when I get hungry later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And folks, this is the second of two such stories in my life. I'll have to save the other story for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-4843679497033267853?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4843679497033267853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=4843679497033267853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/4843679497033267853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/4843679497033267853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/six-dollar-burger-meat-sweats.html' title='The Six Dollar Burger &amp; Meat Sweats'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-6951117859386421372</id><published>2008-02-25T10:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:32:51.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold&apos;s Gym'/><title type='text'>It's a GIRL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy crap. So I was wrong about those "predictions" I listed below... But 1.5 out of 4 isn't bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have not yet been let out of our Gold's Gym contract. Not that we haven't tried!! We've followed every channel that we were told to... to no avail. Not even any correspondance! So, the next step is going to have to involve talking at a volume considered annoying at the counter at Gold's until they let us out of our contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do have a new 20-week ultrasound!! But it's not a boy... so we're just going to have to wait to see if she's a tomboy... Hannah Ray. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/R8LrpEgglzI/AAAAAAAAABM/ROGqm1P9-Ec/s1600-h/Hannah_2-20-08_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170954412992010034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/R8LrpEgglzI/AAAAAAAAABM/ROGqm1P9-Ec/s320/Hannah_2-20-08_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's kind of country sounding but I just know it fits. Hannah is my sister's choice for a name and Ray comes from my brother-in-law's grandmother. This woman was amazing - she was the first female sheriff for the county that my brother-in-law grew up in. I met her a couple of times - and she was such an incredible person. This woman knew which battles to fight and which ones to let slide by. I'm always in awe of those who have figured this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No new accounting person yet BUT we do have 2 interviews this week. I'm just going to have to wait and see... I hate this part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting my hair done every morning in 25 minutes. Which, even though it is under 30 minutes, doesn't feel like much of an accomplishment. Guess I need to be more specific. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To my dear Hannah Ray - I hope you pick up those awesome qualities from your great-grandmother!! But in case you are ruled by your sign (Cancer - due date July 8th) you have the potential for a lifetime on an emotional rollercoaster. I know all about it (birthday: July 20th) and I am getting a handle on these things called "feelings". I think I can help. Don't ever count me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you already and I can't wait to meet you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-6951117859386421372?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6951117859386421372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=6951117859386421372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6951117859386421372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6951117859386421372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a GIRL!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/R8LrpEgglzI/AAAAAAAAABM/ROGqm1P9-Ec/s72-c/Hannah_2-20-08_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-4556251194917826349</id><published>2008-01-29T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:52:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm... 2008? Already??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh, yeaahhhhh. So, I wish I could say that I had a really good reason for no posts since - what does that say down there? November 19th? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, my reason is not good. It's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all I seem to do. I make a scramble to get there by 9am and then I usually don't leave until 7pm. Thank all things holy that we finally found a new salesperson! Now if only we hadn't gotten rid of our accounting manager... So, now I've picked up doing bookkeeping things as well as all of my other duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I'm super stressed out and needing to work out. Except now our gym has bought out and closed another gym in town. Their 3-4 locations are now closed and our gym is PACKED at all hours of the day!! My boyfriend and I have gone several times - and we've been shut out every time! One time we ended up walking around the parking lot just to get some cardio!! We've been trying to get out of our contract for weeks now. I've already gone and joined us at another gym in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just ridiculous. They let NO ONE know what was going to happen. After a couple of visits with no availability to work out, we told an employee that we wanted our contract cancelled. We're told we have to take care of our own membership - all they have to do is provide the machines!!! Well, genius, YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it is now my position to let you know that GOLD'S GYM can SUCK IT!!!! This is the most cracker jack business that I've ever dealt with. The trainers are heavily involved in drugs and give the worst advice. The management only wants to help you as long as you give them money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gold's Gym - watch out for the Better Business Bureau. I'm settin' the watchdogs on you. 'Cause you suck the hairiest and stinkiest of all ballsacks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next time I post, these things are going to have happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gold's Gym lets us out of our contract. And does not charge us the $150 fee for breaking contract. And also doesn't make us pay for any remaining time on the contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister is going to have a new 20-week ultrasound picture for me to post. And I'm going to know the sex of the baby!!! (it's a boy by the way - or a tomboy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have a new accounting person in our office who has the knowledge, background, puzzle-solving skills and desire for more to do that will give him/her the ability to move up quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can fix my hair in my new haircut every morning in under 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unless, of course, those who are out to steal my positive attitude find me and push me to my limits!!!! Then, I'll just have to bitch about them to someone.... You guys are so lucky to be my someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-4556251194917826349?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4556251194917826349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=4556251194917826349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/4556251194917826349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/4556251194917826349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/ummmm-2008-already.html' title='Ummmm... 2008? Already??'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-3199543754367063556</id><published>2007-11-19T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:22:44.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonogram'/><title type='text'>6mm Rice Shaped Niece/Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/R0G1qJwq5GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l9jfS_PMvJg/s1600-h/BabyDingess6wks2days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134584785958265954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/R0G1qJwq5GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l9jfS_PMvJg/s320/BabyDingess6wks2days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here it is folks!!! The first of many - &lt;em&gt;I'm sure&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sonogram&lt;/span&gt; pictures of my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;/nephew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cannot wait to meet this little bundle of terror. I'm so sure that this one is going to be one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rambunctious people on the planet.... get ready Mom and Pops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;There's a girl in my office that's pretty intuitive when it comes to babies and pregnancy. She said that she thinks this baby is either going to be a boy or a very active girl. HA! Kinda goes with my thoughts on this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The other thing is that this baby is due on July 8th. Being of the Cancer sign myself, I know that this baby is in for one wild rollercoaster ride on the "feelings" train. I'm there for ya kid. You can come to me when Mom and Pops just don't get it - I probably will....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Listen up, Rice-kid, I love you already but you've GOT to stop making your Mom so nauseous. She's really feeling awful - all day every day. So just let up a bit... I'll pay you back later, believe me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I love you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-3199543754367063556?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3199543754367063556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=3199543754367063556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/3199543754367063556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/3199543754367063556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/6mm-rice-shaped-niecenephew.html' title='6mm Rice Shaped Niece/Nephew'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/R0G1qJwq5GI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l9jfS_PMvJg/s72-c/BabyDingess6wks2days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-1301987218224804243</id><published>2007-11-07T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:18:54.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie J Is In The House!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay everyone.... hold on to your hats - I've got exciting news....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's actually the most exciting news I've EVER had to share - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MY SISTER IS PREGNANT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'M AN AUNT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear I cannot wait until she has this baby. I am so excited....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll post more about it later - but I just HAD to let you know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-1301987218224804243?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1301987218224804243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=1301987218224804243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/1301987218224804243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/1301987218224804243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/auntie-j-is-in-house.html' title='Auntie J Is In The House!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-6088792031912835691</id><published>2007-11-07T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:23:24.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter To Flight Attendants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think a new amendment should be added to the flight attendants' constitution.... If you are the attendant designated to do the pre-flight safety announcement - YOU MUST BE FUNNY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all know the spiel and it's boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all need a good laugh right before take-off. If we aren't the person that's white-knuckling the armrest then that person is sitting right next to us. This person needs the benefit of laughter more than anyone else on the plane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for those of us that are experienced traveleres, we appreciate a good laugh. We've had to suffer through the same old crap flight after flight. Put some life into those old tired lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not benefit from laughter? Your audience is captive!! Take full advantage of the fact that we can't escape. Yeah, sure - some of us are listening to music instead of you. But &lt;strong&gt;YOU KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; that when we see others laughing, we're going to pull those headphones off to find out what's gong on. And, I promise, we &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;laugh out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's an example (just listen to the audio):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ta9ltJGxjk&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ta9ltJGxjk&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a title="Best pre-flight safety announcement EVAR!" href="http://www.videosift.com/video/Best-pre-flight-safety-announcement-EVAR"&gt;videosift.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We want it bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Real bad. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Disregard the horrible grammar....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-6088792031912835691?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6088792031912835691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=6088792031912835691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6088792031912835691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6088792031912835691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/11/open-letter-to-flight-attendants.html' title='An Open Letter To Flight Attendants'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-8104287223563195596</id><published>2007-10-30T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:57:22.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Red Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood donation'/><title type='text'>Halloween Blood Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hiya blog world.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a reminder that tomorrow is Halloween - and what better time to GIVE BLOOD!??! I mean, seriously people. Give blood on Halloween if on no other day of the year!! You're actually encouraged to eat cookies and candy and have a soda afterwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just FYI, here are some of the criteria you have to meet in order to donate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must be healthy ("Healthy" means that you feel well and can perform normal activities.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must be at least 17 years old or 16 years old if allowed by state law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must weigh at least 110 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must not have donated blood in the last 8 weeks (56 days) or a donation of double red cells in the last 16 weeks (111 days). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are other criteria and you can read about them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/services/biomed/0,1082,0_557_,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy bloodletting everyone!!! Help save lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-8104287223563195596?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8104287223563195596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=8104287223563195596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8104287223563195596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/8104287223563195596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-blood-drive.html' title='Halloween Blood Drive'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-4848412249628591041</id><published>2007-10-29T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:52:33.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>No I'm Not Dead.... Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okaaaaayyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No post since July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm still allowed to sign in.... thanks for not throwing me out yet, Blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I have to say I'm ashamed of myself. I've had so much to write about too!! Let's see - what's happened since July.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shared my 35th birthday with my boyfriend (who turned 37 on the same day!) by having a huge party at our place!! So many people came - even my parents and sisters!! I was a very happy gal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, at the beginning of August, I went to the beach with my sister, her husband and their best friends. Though stitches were involved (by a surfboard to my brother-in-law's head) the week turned out great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm such a lucky girl!!! Then, I got to goto the beach with my two best beach friends!!! We go to a beach in NC on the same week every year. And this year we figured we've been doing this for at least the last 8 years!! Those boys make beach life so relaxing and restful. Always fun with dogs, stacks of good magazines and fantastic food - Frank is the BEST cook!!! But Frank was not going to cook every night this year so I was given a night where dinner was all mine!! And for not being a very knowledgable cook, I think I managed to pull of a very tasty seared tuna with a thai basil "salsa" on the top. The sweet potato fries with soy-ginger dipping sauce turned out pretty good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RyYaCQmlE6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vbe3JqciruQ/s1600-h/San+Fran+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126813851926729634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="231" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RyYaCQmlE6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vbe3JqciruQ/s320/San+Fran+2007+054.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In September, I met my boyfriend out in California... my first trip to the west coast!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Look ==&gt;&gt; the beau and I on Lombard!!)&lt;/span&gt; And I have to say thank you to everyone in San Francisco and Santa Cruz for being the best people to spend travel time around! We ended up having so much fun in San Francisco that we spent 2 days there. And then Santa Cruz, what a beauty!! I caught my first wave all by myself there!!! I'll never forget you O'Neill's @ Pleasure Point!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, my boyfriend wants to move to California... we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the beginning of October, I went up to my sister's place in Richmond, VA. Now, Halloween around those parts is an endeared time of year - as it should be. They produce the final scene on Richmond's Haunted Hayride. It's called Joe's Barbeque - by day it looks kinda pitiful. But as soon as the sun goes down, those woods get spooky. I watched them put on makeup and costumes, set up the scene and talk about the night before. I have to say I got a bit nervous when the first wagon was rolling up. But man, was that a hoot!! I'll explain the scene later with pictures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But let me take a second here to say - if you EVER get the chance to watch a haunted house from behind the scenes - DO IT. It took me hours to stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, my boyfriend has been trying to teach me the finer points of mountain biking. And as crappy a coach he was at surfing, he is completely the opposite at this. He's fantastic!! And I know I bitch a bit when I can't find a way to do what he tells me to as soon as he says it... but he doesn't get mad!! I'm having a blast - even though I'm limping from all the bruises at the moment. We went to DuPont State Forest this weekend and I bit the dirt so bad that I've got two solid bumps on my right leg with some nice dark purple bruising around them (I'll see if I can get some pictures...) and a nice cut from my pedal slamming into my left shin. Quite a walking freakshow I am at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But the best part is that he says he's impressed. Impressed by how fast I'm picking this up, how I'm a workhorse at climbing, at how hard I'll work after a spill...  And the thing that makes that comment the most impressive to me is not that he used to race but that &lt;em&gt;he said it at all.&lt;/em&gt; I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll be going to Tsali to ride some trails in a two weekends.... I just hope I can get this heap of bones and bruises on a bike by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, lunch is over and it's back to work.... I'll try to post some pictures soon! I've missed you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-4848412249628591041?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4848412249628591041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=4848412249628591041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/4848412249628591041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/4848412249628591041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-im-not-dead-yet.html' title='No I&apos;m Not Dead.... Yet'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RyYaCQmlE6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/vbe3JqciruQ/s72-c/San+Fran+2007+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-9047317803857328951</id><published>2007-07-24T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:51:26.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour de France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hincapie'/><title type='text'>Le Tour - Stage 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And by the way - it looks like Disovery Channel Team is about to drop Levi as their lead rider and focus on Alberto Contador instead. I'm all for this - I just wish Big George Hincapie was doing better so he could finally get his time in the spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GO BIG GEORGE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-9047317803857328951?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9047317803857328951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=9047317803857328951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/9047317803857328951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/9047317803857328951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/07/le-tour-stage-15.html' title='Le Tour - Stage 15'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-2048856718774937460</id><published>2007-07-24T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:37:02.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.Lo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jiu jitsu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jailtime'/><title type='text'>A Notice To All Spoiled Brats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK - so, today's rant.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH ALL OF THESE STUPID YOUNG &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RqYopSh11GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqzVHbyR9rQ/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-mugshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090801118602450018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="290" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RqYopSh11GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqzVHbyR9rQ/s320/lindsay-lohan-mugshot.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOLLYWOOD HOES!????!!!!???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I mean - yesterday Lindsay Lohan (henseforth known as L.Lo.) turns herself in for her drunken car wreckage that put her in rehab and she must not have gotten enough love down at the LAPD because today we find out that L.Lo. was arrested last night for drunk driving. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(mugshot, right.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not only that - but they found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cocaine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her pocket... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I mean what the hell kind of ridiculous facility was it that she called REHAB? I'm beginning to think that all they did in there was stroke her hair everyday and feed her cookies. That's why she voluntarily stayed for 45 days. Who wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The rehab she needs.... jailtime in genpop. This girl better find her ass in a jail cell soon. She's shown that she doesn't know what's good for her so I'm here to tell her... &lt;em&gt;Just like everyone else in this country, if you're going to do the crime, you've got to do the time.&lt;/em&gt; C'mon down here and let me take you to a backwoods police dept... Better yet, I wish she and her stupid troop of trogloditic yahoos would go to Thailand on vacation and pull this kind of crap. It'd be a dream come true to see if L.Lo. survives in a facility like the one in the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120620/plotsummary"&gt;Brokedown Palace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**deep breath**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I bother to look for this "news". And when I find it, I'm not sure why it bothers me so much. I'm wanting to go and punch this stupid waste of blood and "brains" right in her cake-hole. And I'm not really of a violent nature. But she'd be a great dummy to practice jiu-jitsu moves on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(I just had a lovely daydream where I have her in an armbar and the bone snaps amid her screams. I look at her, shrug my shoulders and with a sheepish look on my face I say, "You didn't tap.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-2048856718774937460?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2048856718774937460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=2048856718774937460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2048856718774937460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2048856718774937460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/07/notice-to-all-spoiled-brats.html' title='A Notice To All Spoiled Brats'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RqYopSh11GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqzVHbyR9rQ/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-mugshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-2560128959951479859</id><published>2007-07-15T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:19:26.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour de France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borat'/><title type='text'>NutmegNine[Blog]: Tour de France Stage 8: "Borat" silences Liggett and Sherwen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nutmegnine.blogspot.com/2007/07/tour-de-france-stage-8-borat-silences.html#links"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NutmegNine[Blog]: Tour de France Stage 8: "Borat" silences Liggett and Sherwen#links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so the Tour de France started last week... I don't normally watch as much as I have been watching this year. But, I guess when you live with your cycling boyfriend and you only have one TV, it's a "given" that daily coverage is going to be watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been having a good time watching this year. But I have to say that the best part - aside from any breakaway action - has to be the comments from the main two commentators, Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, the award for capturing my attention goes to "Borat". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nutmegnine.blogspot.com/2007/07/tour-de-france-stage-8-borat-silences.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He actually came out to the race in his favorite yellow outfit to show his support for the riders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give props to a fellow Greensborian for being the first person I found on the Google to post the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nutmegnine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NutmegNine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - you rock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-2560128959951479859?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2560128959951479859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=2560128959951479859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2560128959951479859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2560128959951479859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/07/nutmegnineblog-tour-de-france-stage-8.html' title='NutmegNine[Blog]: Tour de France Stage 8: &quot;Borat&quot; silences Liggett and Sherwen'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-6034796283110742961</id><published>2007-07-11T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:33:04.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sassy'/><title type='text'>The Ramblings of a Sassy Blonde: The Wisdom Of The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sassyblondie.blogspot.com/2007/07/wisdom-of-universe.html#links"&gt;The Ramblings of a Sassy Blonde: The Wisdom Of The Universe#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I say how distraught I am about Sassy not getting the new position at the new school?? I was really looking forward to the hilariously transcribed interactions with new assclown teachers who were going to put the speedbumps in her raceday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading your blog, Sassy!! And I hope this year is smooth as glass - but still full of good stories!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-6034796283110742961?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6034796283110742961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=6034796283110742961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6034796283110742961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6034796283110742961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/07/ramblings-of-sassy-blonde-wisdom-of.html' title='The Ramblings of a Sassy Blonde: The Wisdom Of The Universe'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-7871573635839986719</id><published>2007-06-28T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:40:31.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSOOOOOOOOO UNCOOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, I'm referring to myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw this link over at &lt;a href="http://sassyblondie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sassy's page &lt;/a&gt;and thought I'd give it a go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Online Dating" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How disappointing :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I haven't gotten quite angry enough in any of these postings to cuss as freely as I do in the car.... hmmmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-7871573635839986719?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7871573635839986719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=7871573635839986719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/7871573635839986719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/7871573635839986719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/06/ssssooooooooo-uncool.html' title='SSSSOOOOOOOOO UNCOOL.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-2381619631247533041</id><published>2007-06-26T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:53:09.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guido Tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everyone! I actually had someone tell me the other day that they did not know what a "guido" was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up my jaw from the floor, I kind of stumbled around with words like "clubbing" "from Jersey" "tan" "gel-spiked hair"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I go to my brother-in-law's live journal page and beheld the most perfect picture of "How to Build Your Own Guido". And with great pleasure I provide to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFrdb0mFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gwFaaqOH-28/s1600-h/guido12eq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080460008079365586" style="WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 504px" height="338" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFrdb0mFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gwFaaqOH-28/s320/guido12eq4.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(click picture to enlarge)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-2381619631247533041?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2381619631247533041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=2381619631247533041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2381619631247533041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2381619631247533041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/06/guido-tutorial.html' title='Guido Tutorial'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFrdb0mFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gwFaaqOH-28/s72-c/guido12eq4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-881698485400763345</id><published>2007-06-09T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:14:27.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad drivers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Where Does the Law Stop and Lawlessness Begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are cops the absolute WORST drivers out on the road? I don't get it. I was on the way home from work yesterday when I saw one of North Carolina's keepers-of-justice in a big damn hurry. Now, I cannot stand people who are too lazy to use a turn signal anyway.... (It's called a &lt;strong&gt;signal&lt;/strong&gt; for a reason - I need to know what kind of crazy stunt you're going to pull &lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt; you do it.) BUT this guy was crazily switching lanes trying to get out ahead of the group he was stuck in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isn't this why the police cars are equipped with lights and sirens? I mean, I saw the lights attached to the top of his car.... was there a short to every single light on his car? Doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think he's one of those asshats (thanks for the word &lt;a href="http://casalinga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katherine&lt;/a&gt;!) who powertrips on his badge. You know, the tough guys who try to intimidate you the second they pull you over. All they've done is, say, pulled you over for speeding. But they're talking to you like you're a serial killer on the Most Wanted List. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, not only was he a signal-less driver, he was also SPEEDING!!! He finally got out of the geriatric group of drivers we were in and he took off like Speed Racer!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, let me get this straight - the people who are designated to uphold laws are allowed to break the same laws?? How is this supposed to be fair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From now on, I'm going to slap any kid who says that a cop is his/her hero. Hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-881698485400763345?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/881698485400763345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=881698485400763345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/881698485400763345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/881698485400763345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-does-law-stop-and-lawlessness.html' title='Where Does the Law Stop and Lawlessness Begin?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-6298227244601936727</id><published>2007-05-23T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:37:08.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrested Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Jules needs to write another post is what Jules needs...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was over at &lt;a href="http://carmenhasgonetoplaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friend Carmen's blog&lt;/a&gt; and I saw this cool idea I thought I'd get in on... Go to Google and type in your first name and then the word "needs" after it and see what comes up. My very first thought of course, is that what I need to do is put up another post at my unread, virgin blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;{{AND WHEN I LOG IN THERE ARE 2 COMMENTS FROM PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW!!!! Whoa, either the word's getting out there about this totally awesome web log or my posts and their labels are just so incredibly thought provoking that people are actually out there looking for my mind's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;, a.k.a. - posts.}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since I've got 2 names that I'm called on a regular basis (not ugly name-calling names) I thought I'd Google what each name needs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Julie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Meet Julie Who Needs An Early Start. &lt;em&gt;(**ping** - that was a hammer hitting a nail on the head)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Julie Needs Your Help! &lt;em&gt;(But the list is too long to get into here.... maybe next post)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Julie needs to work on her parenting. &lt;em&gt;(This is one of the reasons I have not birthed any children yet.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Julie needs a new pair of Shoes.... &lt;em&gt;(I cannot think of a truer statement!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Julie needs to get out in the fresh Eire more. &lt;em&gt;(I don't think I could get out into it any more than I am - as long as Eire means air.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Julie needs a(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt;) new home. &lt;em&gt;(I think my boyfriend wrote this one after our figurative knock-down, drag-out last weekend.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Jules needs a hug. &lt;em&gt;(especially from said boyfriend)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Jules needs a little pat on the head and seat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; lap so he can be explained the difference between justice and lynching. &lt;em&gt;(YIKES!! From a blog titled "Short Ropes, Long Drops" - Love it!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Jules needs a post-op scan for the radiotherapist and surgeon to review. &lt;em&gt;(Good Lord - I do??!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Jules needs a change of scenery and will not be managing it in the future. &lt;em&gt;(Fortune cookie?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Jules needs to pull her shirt up - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i think. &lt;em&gt;(I'm flattered - kind of. But, just FYI, I am not one of those &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367279/"&gt;"Girls with Low Self-Esteem"&lt;/a&gt; ...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does the Google "need" for you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LINK ME!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/36245837-6298227244601936727?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6298227244601936727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=6298227244601936727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6298227244601936727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/6298227244601936727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/05/jules-needs-to-write-another-post-is.html' title='Jules needs to write another post is what Jules needs...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-7849616495738210030</id><published>2007-05-08T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:01:54.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizational skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>OVERLOAD!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, to start off, let me inform all zero of you that read this blog that I was put on this earth as an UNORGANIZED soul. Just because I was put here this way doesn't mean that I function well in chaos. So, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a cruel joke? The joke really isn't that funny - never has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just to see if I can figure my way into organization? In my 34+ years I have yet to figure this out. I sit down to figure out how to organize something and can't even organize my thoughts enough to actually set about organizing my project - at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help in learning HOW TO ORGANIZE so that it will help things run more smoothly. At work, at home, in my head..... everywhere. Where's the class that teaches you this stuff? And why don't they have a course on it in every grade? Okay maybe not every grade but we had a section on filling out tax forms in government class in high school. Can't some other teacher take the time to teach a lesson on organizational skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrggghhh! The self doubt rises up and takes hold! Such self-doubt, grasshopper, will get you NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of self-doubt, I'm supposed to run this 5K on Sat. morning and I honestly keep talking myself out of doing it. Not that I won't finish but I really want to do well. I know I'm not in the best shape to do it and my mile time is not where it should be to compete but shouldn't I just look at this as a step in the process of getting better? If I don't stop from time to time to measure, how am I going to honestly know how I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may already have the answer to this but, can someone tell what the good is in figuring out all of this good advice when I can't apply it and incorporate it into my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: None.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-7849616495738210030?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7849616495738210030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=7849616495738210030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/7849616495738210030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/7849616495738210030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/05/overload.html' title='OVERLOAD!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-2020216127238373825</id><published>2007-04-18T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:33:05.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid drivers'/><title type='text'>Stupid Signal-less NC Drivers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay - I've always had an issue with the fact that most drivers in NC have no clue how or when to use their turn signals. Most of them probably don't even know they exist!! Let me rant for a minute....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's called a "signal" for a reason. You are to use it to signal your intent to others around you. ALL OTHERS (pedestrians included)- not just other vehicles. Vehicles don't come equipped with them "just 'cause"!!! The fact that they must work in order to pass your state vehicle inspection should tell you that YOU HAVE TO USE THEM!!!!! It simply allows for all traffic to flow more smoothly. SAFETY, people, SAFETY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, this morning - like most mornings, I'm behind yet another signal-less driver. This Mo-Mo is also one of those the-painted-lines-on-the-road-weren't-put-there-for-me types of drivers. So he's weaving in and out of traffic, which actually turns out to be useless for him because at the next light I end up behind him again. I look at the bumper sticker he has up at the top of his rear window and it reads "U.S. ARMY - SIGNAL CORPS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My question is - do you think they kicked him out of the army because he couldn't signal worth a damn? Or maybe he's depleted of signal making ability since he did it so much in the army?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever the reason, I still daydreamed of him getting pulled over. And then I had another one of him losing control of his mid-sized SUV and hurtling over a cliff. Ahhhhhhh - much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-2020216127238373825?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2020216127238373825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=2020216127238373825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2020216127238373825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2020216127238373825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-signal-less-nc-drivers.html' title='Stupid Signal-less NC Drivers!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-5056953197990054886</id><published>2007-03-14T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:49:55.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmwwaaaa-haaa-haaaa</title><content type='html'>I'm really glad I'm nowhere NEAR being famous.... have you seen the Olsen twins lately? Check this out from "The Superficial".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesuperficial.com/2007/03/marykate_and_ashley_olsen_stil.html"&gt;http://thesuperficial.com/2007/03/marykate_and_ashley_olsen_stil.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesuperficial.com/2007/03/marykate_and_ashley_olsen_stil.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-5056953197990054886?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5056953197990054886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=5056953197990054886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/5056953197990054886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/5056953197990054886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/03/mmmmwwaaaa-haaa-haaaa.html' title='Mmmmwwaaaa-haaa-haaaa'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-2372850215846703326</id><published>2007-02-26T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:35:34.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>*sniff-sniff*</title><content type='html'>OMG - I am SO tired. ithink I slept a total of 2+ hours last night. I'm SO stressed out that I can't even calm my mind when I'm exhausted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach and I didn't stop all weekend!! We were on the go from the moment we left the counselor's office last friday. We went straight from there to Boone where we went snowboarding at Hawksnest until midnight. Saturday we're up and on the go, getting a storage unit for all of our "antiques" and then moving stuff from both of our houses into it. Then, since it rained on Sunday we set up ONE room in the house. ONE. The office. And by set up I mean not decorated. The computer is on a desk and it's running. An overstuffed chair and a table are placed. A bookshelf has books on it. And I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have to go through the pantry at Zach's. I still have stuff at my house but that's just going to have to wait until Wednesday. Can I get it all done? I think that's why I can't sleep!!! I just keep running through everything that needs to be done and packed and unpacked and organized.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a list of all the things that have to be done and that did NOT help. The only thing that did was make me feel like there is never going to be an end to all that we have to do. This REALLY sucks. I'm just going to have to take some Tylenol PM tonight and pray that the dog doesn't wake me up - for anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is hogging all of the magical organizing elves... I'm sorry but your time is up. It's time to send them on their whistling-while -they-work way. I NEED them. For my sanity please! I need to see an end to all of this - or else I'm going to lose it. I just hope I don't go all Britney on myself. I spent a lot of money on this hair and I actually like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-2372850215846703326?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2372850215846703326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=2372850215846703326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2372850215846703326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/2372850215846703326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/02/sniff-sniff.html' title='*sniff-sniff*'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-1598826807557169252</id><published>2007-02-21T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:05:00.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Aaargh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just cannot believe how crazy life can get. One minute things are running smoothly, life is balanced at "even keel" and I'm thinking that I'm on an upswing. Then the sky comes crashing down around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the process of moving in with my boyfriend, so with space tightening and stuff piling and time running out - we're at each other's throats (figuratively, please). Then two weeks ago, at the height of moving agony, I find out that my bosses are firing two people. When we already know that we have our accountant leaving the following week. AND next week our vice president/controller is relocating to Colorado. We're going to be down to 4 people and a temp running the whole she-bang!! So, I'm taking over one of the jobs (logistics based) and I have no idea how this lady did ANYTHING!!! Her office was a wreck! And the only person she had checking her work, was the accountant that just left. So, I'm stuck in this mess trying to figure out how to do this job while I have no idea where she was in any of her orders. It's all so confusing, I confuse myself when I try to explain it. For both of our sakes, I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' my best to wing it - I just hope everyone is very open to the fact that there's someone new starting &lt;strong&gt;from scratch&lt;/strong&gt; and help to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing. No time or room for any JERKS in this girl's life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everybody, just hope and pray that I don't break down. I'm a pretty strong individual so I'm fairly certain that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure there are only positive and healthy bumps in this girl's path for a while!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive note: At least the weather's going to stay in the 60's for the rest of the week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-1598826807557169252?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1598826807557169252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=1598826807557169252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/1598826807557169252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/1598826807557169252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/02/aaargh.html' title='Aaargh!!!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-117103397874344105</id><published>2007-02-09T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:41:56.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Friend Brad</title><content type='html'>So, we find out yesterday that Anna Nicole Smith has died.... on the one hand, I'm sad for the fact that one woman had so much turmoil in her life that it led to whatever eventually killed her (stress, drugs, etc...). But on the other hand, the way her life DID go ..... I'm still waiting for this to happen (thanks for the giggle, Brad):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/02/08/anna.nicole.collapses/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith Rises From Dead, Eats Flesh of the Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a stunning development, Reality TV star and former Playboy playmate Anna Nicole Smith was pronounced dead Thursday, only to rise again to begin attacking and biting hospital employees, a law enforcement source told CNN.  Hospital officials are reporting that Smith has eaten several employee’s brains and that bullets cannot stop her bloody rampage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-117103397874344105?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/117103397874344105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=117103397874344105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/117103397874344105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/117103397874344105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun-with-friend-brad.html' title='Fun with Friend Brad'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-116664820993285490</id><published>2006-12-20T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:56:49.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Thanksgiving post</title><content type='html'>I just found a little bit of time and so I thought I would post about Thanksgiving. This is perfect timing for me seeing as it's a few days before Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I went to Wisconsin to visit family that we haven't seen in 6+ years!! It was a blast!! My cousins are all HUGE!! Not fat, just grown up!! The youngest one is 14 and I think even &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/4046/1600/918924/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/4046/320/458552/029.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; is taller than me... I'm not sure that's how it's supposed to work - could someone please let her know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Dinner was great - thanks Auntie Joanne!! And the best part of the whole day was the fact that I got to spend time with my grandmother. All the younger cousins call her Staramama (Slovenian for Grandma). Everyone told us how happy she was that we came to see her - that's happiness that reciprocates!! We had a great time taking pictures, playing games and watching old home movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/4046/1600/32753/087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="277" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/4046/320/44554/087.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night my aunt and uncle took us to a comedy club called Comedy Sportz where two teams of improv comedians compete for points. I have to say I was &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; entertained. My cousin, Samantha, kept asking me if I was alright because I was laughing so hard!! My sister actually &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8041/4046/1600/904047/087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went up on stage to compete in one of the games and she was fantastic!! (See picture of her having a wonderful time on stage!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to leave such a great time up there (and the weather was great, too!!) but it just makes me want to go back and visit again. I guess that's the best part about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't take quite this long to post about Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-116664820993285490?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116664820993285490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=116664820993285490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116664820993285490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116664820993285490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2006/12/late-thanksgiving-post.html' title='Late Thanksgiving post'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-116231378282005349</id><published>2006-10-31T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:56:22.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallow's Eve!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Eve-to-All-Saint's-Day everybody!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office building's property manager sponsored a blood drive today. And, in my book, that's totally awesome!! I mean, c'mon!?! What better day to ask for people's blood than Halloween?! I gave my first pint today and I'm SO proud of me! I can't wait for another 56 days (that's how long you have to wait to donate again so that your red blood cells have enough time to regenerate) to go donate again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, btw, that's 2 days after CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my plug to all things good - GO DONATE!!! If you want mo' info befo' you go.... visit &lt;a href="http://www.givelife.org/"&gt;www.givelife.org&lt;/a&gt; or call 1-800-GIVE-LIFE (1-800-448-3543).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've never given blood before!! It wasn't that bad.... but I wasn't as nervous about the needles and the blood - it's how woozy you feel afterwards!!! But, I didn't get as woozy as I thought I would. I actually didn't get dizzy until I climbed the stairs to my office.... helloooooo!! How did I think I was going to feel? But at least today I have a fully legitimate excuse for propping my feet up on my desk or lying on the floor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone gets more treats than tricks tonight!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-116231378282005349?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116231378282005349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=116231378282005349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116231378282005349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116231378282005349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallow&apos;s Eve!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-116197619396709678</id><published>2006-10-27T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:10:49.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend Tidings of Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/4046/1600/pumpkin.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/4046/320/pumpkin.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post well-wishings to everyone going out to celebrate Halloween this weekend. Be evil (in a good way) to your heart's content!! Just PLEASE don't end up like this..... it's never a good look for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even this jack o' lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween and scary things but I just can't seem to get a costume together - ever. You can tell the costumes that were thrown together at the last minute and to me that's just downright insulting. So, unless I can put the time and effort into putting together a great look, I'm just not going to insult the great tradition of Halloween costumes like that. I WILL NOT be that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any suggestions for future Halloween costumes or even pictures they'd like to share of some good costumes, I'd be most appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks - YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-116197619396709678?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116197619396709678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=116197619396709678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116197619396709678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116197619396709678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-weekend-tidings-of-evil.html' title='Halloween Weekend Tidings of Evil'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36245837.post-116118966808738164</id><published>2006-10-18T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:08:57.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; George Romero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/4046/1600/Me%20&amp;%20George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8041/4046/320/Me%20%26%20George.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister, Marie, took this picture of me and the infamous zombie movie director, George Romero.  Cute couple, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you cannot see in this picture, however, is that George has his hand placed squarely on my rear.  Oh yes, my friends, George is VERY young at heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36245837-116118966808738164?l=strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/116118966808738164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36245837&amp;postID=116118966808738164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116118966808738164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36245837/posts/default/116118966808738164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangerswithblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-george-romero.html' title='Me &amp; George Romero'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974578344060680905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b1AXc89Btiw/RoFxfr0mFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ4vosoXkmY/s320/jerriblank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
