<?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-8153083</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:18:42.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Ducks and Other Things</title><subtitle type='html'>Rubber Duckie, you're the one...You make bath time lots of fun! Ruber Duckie I'm awfuly fond of you! Rubber Duckie joy of joys, when I squeeze you you make noise Rubber Duckie I'm awfuly fond of, rubber duck I wish I had a whole pond of, Rubber Duckie I'm awfuly fond of you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-2770154788473319274</id><published>2007-03-13T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:18:39.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Ok - so things....not bad - not good. Life has moved on in a whirl of color and friendship and things never to be spoke of again. I have the most adorable boy sleeping feet from me on the couch. I don't know what it is that attracts me to him but I just want to snuggle him. At any rate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    I have a job selling ADT security systems on the phone. Not a bad job mind you...they pay me base and then pay me commission on top of that. I make money now - which is really nice. Elizabeth is my boss again - which I can take or leave. I work again with mostly guys which I like more then girls because girls are backstabbing bitches for the most part with a few exceptions all of which I count as my friends. My boss - Curtis...Wow...he's great. He's from Chicago and like a member of the mafia...we tease him all the time. He's a fantastic boss. Enter work party. We had a huge ass party at Snowbird (ok so you don't know what that is but love it anyways) and all the guys wore tuxes and looked OOOOOOOh so handsome and I had a black cocktail dress on and Gina did my hair and wow...oh...Pictures...here we go...anyways - just reporting...&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/8153083-2770154788473319274?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/2770154788473319274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=2770154788473319274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/2770154788473319274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/2770154788473319274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-well-well.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-6102915013636969431</id><published>2007-03-12T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:15:07.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>It's true - I'm still here...but so much has changed - I won't even start. Just know that I am still here and life is good. Tell me...what do you think of the name Devlin for a little boy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-6102915013636969431?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/6102915013636969431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=6102915013636969431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/6102915013636969431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/6102915013636969431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-116216881475791258</id><published>2006-10-29T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:42:20.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we even us anymore?</title><content type='html'>I can't help but wonder. You don't talk to me. You don't return my calls. Do I even have a best friend at all? Am I just a loner meant to be alone? I'll find out some day if it's been us all along or if it was hopeless. Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-116216881475791258?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/116216881475791258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=116216881475791258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/116216881475791258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/116216881475791258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-we-even-us-anymore.html' title='Are we even us anymore?'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115914428121773252</id><published>2006-09-24T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:31:21.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Minor songs that mean a lot to me...</title><content type='html'>"Believe Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;You like fun and games&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing em&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying&lt;br /&gt;Think back then&lt;br /&gt;We was like one and the same&lt;br /&gt;On the right track&lt;br /&gt;But I was on the wrong train&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a face to pain&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play&lt;br /&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain&lt;br /&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I used have a little bit of a plan&lt;br /&gt;Used to&lt;br /&gt;Have a concept of where I stand&lt;br /&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see&lt;br /&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna work&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really much worse than I thought&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were something that you were not&lt;br /&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back&lt;br /&gt;And walked away in shame&lt;br /&gt;All you got is a memory of pain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one else is around&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen with me&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"High Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are running off at the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to convince me that I'm running on empty&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to convince themselves that the record with Jay was a fluke&lt;br /&gt;That the record that I'm makin is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;and I cant take this&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you where I'm at with this&lt;br /&gt;You bastards are gonna have to take back that shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm not plastic and fake&lt;br /&gt;When I make tracks I take facts and lay them out for the masses&lt;br /&gt;You assholes are gonna see soon that I'm not playin&lt;br /&gt;Start askin me the names that I'm not sayin&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickerin&lt;br /&gt;bigger than the petty name callin&lt;br /&gt;under the breath talkin&lt;br /&gt;rumors and labels and categorization&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a struggling doctor, No patients&lt;br /&gt;But you can say what you want about me&lt;br /&gt;keep talkin while I'm walkin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mind's made up anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the high road going above you&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mind's made up anyway&lt;br /&gt;all that bullshit you talk might work a lot&lt;br /&gt;but it's not gonna work today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are running off at the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to make me take myself off safety&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to make my friends turn their backs on the team we built&lt;br /&gt;buildin up some mistaken information&lt;br /&gt;and I cant take this&lt;br /&gt;lemme spell it out plain for you&lt;br /&gt;angry groups complain about the things we do&lt;br /&gt;im not changing direction, I'm stepping my game up&lt;br /&gt;Maintainin my name, the same way I came up&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna see that I'm not playin&lt;br /&gt;start asking the names that I'm not sayin&lt;br /&gt;but im tryin not to mention the names of people who wanna sight and attention&lt;br /&gt;You like the hype but pretendin you're part of the picture wont pass&lt;br /&gt;You're like a high school dropout, no class&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you want about me&lt;br /&gt;keep talkin while i'm walkin away bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mind's made up anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the high road going above you&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mind's made up anyway&lt;br /&gt;all that bullshit you talk might work a lot&lt;br /&gt;but it's not gonna work today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always have to be&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's always watching me&lt;br /&gt;All I really need is some room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there listening?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I cant stand to keep this in&lt;br /&gt;All I really want, I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mind's made up anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the high road going above you&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mind's made up anyway&lt;br /&gt;all that bullshit you talk might work a lot&lt;br /&gt;but it's not gonna work today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-115914428121773252?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/115914428121773252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=115914428121773252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115914428121773252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115914428121773252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/09/fort-minor-songs-that-mean-lot-to-me.html' title='Fort Minor songs that mean a lot to me...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115630506966283230</id><published>2006-08-22T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:51:09.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>So I've made the choice to start my life over. To resolve to be better. To only do things that make me a better person or make the lives of those around me better. I've desided to only take some people with me. Others will have to be written out of my life. I'm sorry, but it has to be done. You'll understand someday. If you don't...well I'm sorry just know it's better to end this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself a bit bothered though because I made one simple request a few months ago of someone and I've found it to not be kept. But such is life as he would say. I have some things to get off my chest as far as he goes. Check your messages I'm sure you're aware if you're not...well now you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend says she's coming to visit soon! I'm excited about that. I couldn't be happier, I had once wished to share that with another friend and am slowly coming to the conclution that that's not going to happen. But...that's ok. I get to see the person who means so much to mean and has been there for me through the last 13 going on 14 years. I couldn't be happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-115630506966283230?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/115630506966283230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=115630506966283230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115630506966283230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115630506966283230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/08/starting-over_22.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115630469299513876</id><published>2006-08-22T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:44:53.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>So I've made the choice to start my life over. To resolve to be better. To only do things that make me a better person or make the lives of those around me better. I've desided to only take some people with me. Others will have to be written out of my life. I'm sorry, but it has to be done. You'll understand someday. If you don't...well I'm sorry just know it's better to end this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself a bit bothered though because I made one simple request a few months ago of someone and I've found it to not be kept. But such is life as he would say. I have some things to get off my chest as far as he goes. Check your messages I'm sure you're aware if you're not...well now you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend says she's coming to visit soon! I'm excited about that. I couldn't be happier, I had once wished to share that with another friend and am slowly coming to the conclution that that's not going to happen. But...that's ok. I get to see the person who means so much to mean and has been there for me through the last 13 going on 14 years. I couldn't be happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-115630469299513876?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/115630469299513876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=115630469299513876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115630469299513876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115630469299513876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/08/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115424989106616293</id><published>2006-07-30T02:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:58:11.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm not supposed to be on here but I'm trying so hard to stay awake. I don't know what's what anymore. I've been feeling lost. Naturally part of this is from the loss of my best friend. However I manage to live through that day by day. I saw him driving the other day. I was so proud...I didn't burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the sad realization that I don't know that I want to continue an old friendship as it causes me pain everyday. He doesn't give a damn about our friendship anymore so why should I? Tell me really what is the point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some good girlfriends. I am greatly appreciative for them. They are mostly from my work but that's better then nothing. I try not to hang out with people with whom I work after the latest loss of a friend. I feel strongly it's the best way to get bent over and raped up the ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is otherwise good. However we've lost quite a few people. That really sucks because we're short handed. I moved to graveyards and that's been ok. I'm glad that I don't have to work in the day. Anyways life is really blah. I am so sorry that I have nothing really intresting. My head hurts, I never get anysleep, I'm going crazy. Anyone going to come along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-115424989106616293?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/115424989106616293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=115424989106616293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115424989106616293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115424989106616293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115060159983662650</id><published>2006-06-17T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:33:19.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those days. One where nothing goes right and you need to get a hug from someone that doesn't live in your family! It all just sucked, I don't have enough time to do anything! And naturally Rory's ex was being a bitch! Oh anyways...life is good, we're moving downstairs starting on my birthday. I'm so excited! More space and no child in my bedroom! Hooray! Thanks for letting me vent...this sucks! I don't want to be at work, and I"m suck here until 5am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-115060159983662650?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/115060159983662650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=115060159983662650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115060159983662650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115060159983662650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115042523440653885</id><published>2006-06-15T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:33:54.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't miss you...</title><content type='html'>I don't. I don't miss you anymore. At least I keep telling myself that. I'm not going to break down and call...see if we can work it out. I'm not going to see how you're doing, or what's new. No...I'll leave that to you, you could always find me...if you needed too...or wanted too. I don't miss you anymore...I don't miss the time we spent together or the way you made me laugh. The way you'd do silly things just for me. I don't miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-115042523440653885?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/115042523440653885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=115042523440653885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115042523440653885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115042523440653885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-miss-you.html' title='I don&apos;t miss you...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-115002001572399600</id><published>2006-06-11T04:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T04:00:15.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Austen Marie Allen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stuck in a rut in Utah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark brown, red high lights.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'2"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;English, Dutch, Welsh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Your+Heritage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flip Flops, Brown, old navy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smooth talkin' guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being comepletely alone, letting my family down, losing my brother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='Your+Fears%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese, lots and lots of cheese!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move out of this state!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning...what time is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I get home from work most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mom...and when she sang to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEPSI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;McDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;BK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='McDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Start group....finish...single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Single+or+Group+Dates%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um...no tea thanks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla Ice cream, Chocolate everything else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes...that's bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do in the car and to my family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, sometimes twice to relax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do, well most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, my mom is dead, my dad...let's not go there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think so, don't remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;sure! hooray for cookies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never, allergic &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO WAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, to cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;um...no...that's just wrong and not funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;No...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='Ever+been+Drunk%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes I have...quite a few times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='Ever+Shoplifted%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drowning &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question56' value='How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type56' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be a chef&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question57' value='What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type57' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ireland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question58' value='What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type58' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='In+a+Boy%2FGirl..'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesnt' matter as long as I get lost in them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='Favourite+Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again doesn't matter,  I just want it to feel good when I put my fingers in it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='Favourite+Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it's taken care of...doesn't mater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='Short+or+Long+Hair%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;taller then me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why would this matter?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='Weight%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;what he is comfortable in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;quite a few 275?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='Number+of+Piercings%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/115002001572399600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-about-me.html' title='More about me'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114993097588071745</id><published>2006-06-10T03:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T03:16:15.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>I watched Wedding Crashers tonight, generally good movie. But I saw it with my old friend...and it reminds me of him. and then there is all of the talk of how friendship means nothing and thre is no reason to believe in it. And wow...it reminds me of him. I know he'll never come back...but for a few small moments...all I could think about was him. I'm sure you're all sick of hearing this stuff but yea still broken up inside badly. Sorry for venting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114993097588071745?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114993097588071745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114993097588071745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114993097588071745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114993097588071745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114991297820327266</id><published>2006-06-09T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:16:21.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>System has gone on the brink...</title><content type='html'>I hit that low point today. I miss my friend yes, I keep telling myself it's what's right but I hit that point where you're sitting there eating a TV dinner and you realize...that they don't miss you and that they aren't ever going to try and work it out. That you have a hard time not crying because you feel like a total loser because you don't have any other friends who actually want to hang out because they are too busy and all you want to do is go home and hang out with your friends from high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in depression so I am sure that's not it. I won't take meds, I've just reached the breaking point here. I want to move back to WI, or out to CA. I just want to leave Utah, this state sucks, everything that has gone wrong in my life has happened in this state! No offence to someone who lives here but I jsut haven't had anything good happen while I was here. I take that back, I did meet Rory, and he loves me and always forgives me but other then that. NOTHING good has come of Utah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for venting, I just had so much shit to do at work to night, now I'm like the fucking cleaning crew too. I had to shampoo the entire Responce center room and my bosses office all by myself tonight. Well it's been um...an intresting night. Two 12 hour shifts in a row will take it out of you. Oh well. My schedule is going to be changing and really sucky for a while. Yea...life will go on, I'm sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo is coming to visit soon...I hope, that's going to be awsome. I had some plans but I'll do some of them differently. Anways, I'm done, I'm good too! I fell much much better. I do, if anyone reads this thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114991297820327266?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114991297820327266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114991297820327266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114991297820327266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114991297820327266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/system-has-gone-on-brink.html' title='System has gone on the brink...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114982436741980400</id><published>2006-06-08T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:39:27.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing better</title><content type='html'>Well I'm doing much better. Things where rough there for a bit...however they turnned out much better then I could have planned. A quote I always heard was that "Your preformance must be greater then your applause" I can only assume mine was. Anyways, life is good, things are on the up and up at work. Life is great, and getting better all the time. I hope everything will work out and keep goign well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114982436741980400?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114982436741980400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114982436741980400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114982436741980400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114982436741980400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/doing-better.html' title='Doing better'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114955354960203671</id><published>2006-06-05T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:25:49.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have...</title><content type='html'>I have a best freind. Well a few of them actually, but the one I want to talk about spacifically needs to be recognized. It has come to my attention that I am not good enough at pointing out how good he is to me. I have done nothing short of failing to tell him, and as such I have lost him. Where this saddens me it still needs to be said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never managed to be friends with someone after I had dated them, he was insitant upon us staying frinds, it meant more to me that anything in the world. I was shocked that someone who knew me that well could still want to hang out with me. He has always been my sholder to cry on and my crutch to lean on him, I would not be where I am today without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a lot of hard times he stood by me, made me see that my life wasn't quite as bad as I thought it was. He made the hard days easier with just a phone call. I never thanked him enough for that. It was so comforting knowing that help and a friend was only a phone call away. He stayed with me a lot of nights I was afraid and alone in this world. Alway accepting me for who I was and for my imperfections of which their are many. He stood by me through some hard choices and has seen me when I 'm weak. I hate that he has seen me cry but he's never once looked down on me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has taken me shopping and lent me gas money more times then I could count and is alwasy really understanding of the fact that I'm sturggling. He doesn't hesitate to help me when he can and makes my choices easier. He let's me talk things out and sort them threw. He listens even when I ramble about nothing. And he choses me to listen when he has a problem, that makes me feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is handsome, smart, kind, fun and all around wonderful. I can't even imagin life with out him. He has opened my eyes to so many things and made me a better person. Sadly because I am and idiot I have lost my best friend. He won't talk to me, he won't see me and he won't give me the chance to make things right. I'm sorry for what I've done, I can't ask to be forgiven anymore. I will always be here for you if you change your mind, you know I love you. You know I'll be there, please...if you see fit to talk to me, do so...I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114955354960203671?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114955354960203671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114955354960203671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114955354960203671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114955354960203671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have.html' title='I have...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114782677791166489</id><published>2006-05-16T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:46:17.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever read someones blog (or myspace) just for laughs. Just to see what they think? And like what they don't know? And how they believe things. It's great sometimes. I mean honestly it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's funny to be accused of calling someone everynight, when HE calls you and when you're returning his calls, or his e-mail asked you to call. I just think it's funny that he tells me how much he loves me and things like that but you think I don't know. It's funny how everything gets blamed on you when it's not you, and it's funny that you don't know what nights he's not at work because you don't have the schedule and you have no clue until you read your amusement blog. But once you find out, you'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's funny that you hear about someone pulling the "OH I think my cancer is back and I might die and my life is over." right before the trip he's taking to see someone you know he cares for deeply. Oh how funny it is. However my luck isn't good enough for you to die. Sadly. But thanks for amusing me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note. My schedule is getting fucked to all hell. I'm going to be working from like 9p-5a Friday night to Saturday morning then back in at 9p-5a for Sat and Sunday. That will be fan-fucking-tastic. Oh well. At least I can see the family. And my friends. Anyways...Hooray for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns* Work is going to be slow today. I can just feel it. Someone keep me company!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114782677791166489?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114782677791166489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114782677791166489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114782677791166489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114782677791166489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever?'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114774278726953824</id><published>2006-05-15T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:26:27.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D-O-U-B-T</title><content type='html'>DEFINITION: &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt;    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (dout)&lt;br /&gt;v. doubtÂ·ed, doubtÂ·ing, doubts &lt;br /&gt;v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;To be undecided or skeptical about: began to doubt some accepted doctrines. &lt;br /&gt;To tend to disbelieve; distrust: doubts politicians when they make sweeping statements. &lt;br /&gt;To regard as unlikely: I doubt that we'll arrive on time. &lt;br /&gt;Archaic. To suspect; fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. intr.&lt;br /&gt;To be undecided or skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n. &lt;br /&gt;A lack of certainty that often leads to irresolution. See Synonyms at uncertainty. &lt;br /&gt;A lack of trust. &lt;br /&gt;A point about which one is uncertain or skeptical: reassured me by answering my doubts. &lt;br /&gt;The condition of being unsettled or unresolved: an outcome still in doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word here Seems to explain my every day feeling about my life. I don't believe in anything anymore. I don't know if anything in this world is true. I don't trust anyone. Not even myself. I've become skeptical of everyone and everything. I've become cold, serious...nothing like myself. I feel as if I've been wearlign all these masks and trying to hide behind them all of my life and now...all of a sudden I don't even know who the person looking back at me from the mirror is. It's really strange. I just don't want to be around anymore. I don't want to be alive. I wake up in the morning and just want to stop breathing. I have to remind myself that I'll find something to live for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good news I've heard for a long time is that when I've hit six months at my job (09/15/06)I'll be getting a raise, and apparently it's a good one. I'm not sure how much but it's based on preformance and things like that. So I work my ass off day in and day out...it's hard but it's going to be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114774278726953824?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114774278726953824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114774278726953824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114774278726953824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114774278726953824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/05/d-o-u-b-t.html' title='D-O-U-B-T'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114706801047088473</id><published>2006-05-07T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:00:10.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel Big Fish says it best...</title><content type='html'>i'm givin' up&lt;br /&gt;i know everything sucks, and this is gonna be the last&lt;br /&gt;time you hear me complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything Sucks&lt;br /&gt;Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;Turn Your Radio Off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114706801047088473?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114706801047088473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114706801047088473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114706801047088473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114706801047088473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/05/reel-big-fish-says-it-best.html' title='Reel Big Fish says it best...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114705686975206349</id><published>2006-05-07T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:54:33.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the little things</title><content type='html'>It's the little things you do with people that aren't me. The things you'd never do with me because you're to scared or becuase you didn't like it. But not for them, you change for them, you're someone else, I don't know you. You can't even do me a small favor. It's all I've asked of you. I don't know what changes but wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like being lied to about someone you thought you knew better then you knew yourself. It's like forgetting who you are completely. It's losing all sence of self. I'm lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can help me find me...but you're not helping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114705686975206349?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114705686975206349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114705686975206349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114705686975206349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114705686975206349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-little-things.html' title='it&apos;s the little things'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114688193357913715</id><published>2006-05-05T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:18:53.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo, Great day for the Mexican Revolution bad day for me...</title><content type='html'>So, it's the 5th of May. Hooray for Mexican independence from the injustices of whoever was trying to take over Mexico at the time. For me...It was payday and in the blink of an eye all of my money was gone. I hate that. And then work was kind of crap. Not the people I work with mind you but just the day. It didn't go well. Just wasn't my day I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain it, but the day was just kind of a flop, I wanted it to be a good day, but I didn't wake up feeling well. My ribs hurt. So did my back, Other then that...Well I don't know what it was. I needed some help from a friend to let me know things would be alright...And they where of course pre-occupied. Ouch. Then my other friend was to busy reading a book to hang out with me...Ouch again. I think I should go home and suffocate under a pillow...End the suffering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thinks I'm a failure. Worst news of my life...And my brother is facing a minimum of 10 years in federal prison! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican Revolution? I need a Revolution. Anyone got a plan? At least had I been in a war I could be dead from gunshots. Someone Shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114688193357913715?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114688193357913715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114688193357913715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114688193357913715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114688193357913715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/05/cinco-de-mayo-great-day-for-mexican.html' title='Cinco de Mayo, Great day for the Mexican Revolution bad day for me...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114576383057157099</id><published>2006-04-22T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:43:50.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why does my world revolve around you? Why does it feel like it stops when you're not here. Why does it seem no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, when you're not around I have no fun? Why do I sit around and just think about the fun times we've had and wish you where here to have more fun with me. Why do I care so much? Why do I want this friendship to last more then anything in the whole world? Why does it hurt so bad that you won't miss me? Why does it hurt so bad that you don't even drop me an e-mail? Why can't I stop crying because you're not here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think at times that I shouldn't care. That it's not worth it, not worth the pain, the sorrow, the agony...But I can't let you go, I know that you won't do some things because of me and that's not good. I feel like such a lousy friend. I want to give you the world. But I don't want you to get hurt. I want you to have everything, but yet, I can give you nothing. I am so sorry...Please...Forgive me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114576383057157099?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114576383057157099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114576383057157099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114576383057157099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114576383057157099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114567807545153241</id><published>2006-04-21T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:54:35.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell phones...Airplanes...</title><content type='html'>I hate that you can't use a cell phone on a plane. I hate even more that when you turn it off, you forget to turn it back on. I don't like that I can't get a hold of you for the longest time, and then when I do, I just get sad because I miss you. I hate that you're gone. I hate that you're going to have fun with out me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate girls who freak out about dumb comments. I was reading a friends post and someone commented about what he said and it was just dumb. If he'd said it about me I would have been like really happy. *sighs* But then again...He wouldn't say it about me...Still I think she freaked way more then she should have. I mean, it was a a nice thing. I think anyways...Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* I'm so tired. I want to go home and sleep. I'll be doing this again tomorrow night...Until 11pm...Then home, and back here on Sunday. Then my schedule gets all wacky because one of the girls here quit. *yawn* Oh my...Even though it's more hours I don't know that I want them...Someone just find me a pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid Girls" - Pink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114567807545153241?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114567807545153241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114567807545153241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114567807545153241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114567807545153241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/cell-phonesairplanes.html' title='Cell phones...Airplanes...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114566826095986709</id><published>2006-04-21T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:54:55.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be a good thing...</title><content type='html'>Damn Tiffany. Although she saved me from a fate worse then death. I heard some calls while I was there saying hi to everyone...and damn am I glad I'm not going back there. I really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something strange happened the other day. He kissed me. I went to walk away and I'd already said bye and he said..."Hey come back here" so I walked back over and he put his arm around me and pulled me in...one of those "I'm going to kiss you" type pulls and he kissed me...it was amazing. I was so shocked, he could see it in my face. I think he was being smug about it to...but wow...what a kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Spin is gone to Vegas without me. I'm sad I'll miss him like hell. I love that boy so much. See you soon...bring me something pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114566826095986709?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114566826095986709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114566826095986709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114566826095986709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114566826095986709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/could-be-good-thing.html' title='Could be a good thing...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114540425434218045</id><published>2006-04-18T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:35:24.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days...Longer nights</title><content type='html'>I'm just so sick of not getting any sleep. It totally plays with my mind...I don't know what time it is or what I"m doing or supposed to be doing. Makes work hard, I feel like a robot, I say the same thing over and over all day. But it's good money. Yes...good money...I get paid Thursday...I'll buy me something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know where I want to be. Maybe I should take up drinking...wouldn't that help? That could make my problems go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made an evil little plan. I'm going to BEG Jeff for my job back at Dentrix and subject myself to 75 hour work weeks. It will get all the debt paid down in 6 months so that when Rory's GI bill runs out we won't be SOL. That will be nice. I've been struggling with this debt thing for a while so this is really going to help me feel like stuff is going to be ok. I'll be no existant for a while...but at the same time, able to take a fucking chill pill. I've been so stressed...things are finally going to get better...if Jeff will take me back, I throw myself at the pitty of Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was hell in a handbasket today. We where short people becase one of the girls called in sick, then the one who was on call was AWOL. She'd left her cell phone out in the car or something...don't know, but it was a lot of work becuase Dee Dee is training someone new and Rachel had to sit with one of the other girls to help her out. I was so fried at the end of the night I didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus side, Spin bought me dinner at Porter's Place. MMMMMMMM! Buffalo Burger. And I got a cherry drink. It had sprite and cherry in it...and was in a fun cup..which I didn't get to keep...but life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up...Hooray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Day" Daniel Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/Me%20smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/Me%20smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114540425434218045?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114540425434218045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114540425434218045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114540425434218045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114540425434218045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-dayslonger-nights.html' title='Long Days...Longer nights'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114523509874031550</id><published>2006-04-16T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:51:38.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at some things...can't figure it out. Why am I so sad...when I'm at home, I'm sad...when I'm with him...Sad...but alone, with others, not sad, not sad at work...help me make sence of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114523509874031550?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114523509874031550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114523509874031550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114523509874031550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114523509874031550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-so.html' title='And so'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114462530644353177</id><published>2006-04-09T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:50:46.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way</title><content type='html'>I have good taste in music, I don't listen to just top 40 hits, and anyone who says otherwise can bite me, just becaues I don't like all the same music that you do doesn't make me bad. I listen to a lot more of your music then you think and bite my tounge and don't say anything! So ha! I say to you again HA! I will not conform and pretend to like all your music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are! And yes, I'm talking to both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like most of the movies you do on the up side of things! Come hang out with me! Spend some time, I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114462530644353177?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114462530644353177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114462530644353177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114462530644353177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114462530644353177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='By the way'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114462525875534688</id><published>2006-04-09T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:27:38.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And now...</title><content type='html'>Well things have been...well they have been and not bad is at least better then horrible. Things are just kind of floating. I started the new schedule at work, I'll  be working afternoon/evening. So I don't have to get up horribly early which is nice, but my schedule clashes with everyone elses which is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the tent out today and set it up. It's a  great tent and I'm excited to go camping. We found a $9 air mat bed (on clearence) at Wal-mart, so that will make it so I can go with out my back hurting. The kids are excited. I haven't been camping here yet so I'm excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good. I work with pretty cool people. But being sunday...things are slow. So I'm kind of bored. They got a bunch of the work done this morning before I got here so it left us really slow. Only a half hour left today. SO excited to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Russian place to eat here. I'm going to take Rory, he'll love it. He hasn't had Russian food in years. We need a date. He got a new job. He starts Tuesdays working nights. So we'll be on a better schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum...nothing much else to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a good picture, maybe I"ll find one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114462525875534688?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114462525875534688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114462525875534688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114462525875534688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114462525875534688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-now.html' title='And now...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114378485635645061</id><published>2006-03-30T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:00:56.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Ribs</title><content type='html'>So my best friend and I have started tanning. But he burnt his dick last night while we went and has been crabby. He almost didn't do anything with me tonight. That would have hurt my feelings. But I had to come down to his place. Found out it wasn't that he was sore from the burning but he grandpa was making ribs....apparently ribs are better then I am. I hate ribs, I'm never eating them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other bestfriends Dad has died. I guess I knew it was going to happen, but when she called me at 7am I wasn't expecting that. I couldn't be there. I'm a lousy friend. I just have no money now...But I talked to her on the phone, and on the net. I'm still the most horrible friend ever. But I love you Boo and I know that everything will be ok. You look beautiful in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl I thought was my friend apparently isn't. She's a bitch so it's not like it's a big deal. I won't have to see her anymore...and she doesn't call me. So it's her loss. Plus she's never been all that great. I just felt sorry for her so that's why I was her friend. That will teach me to be nice to stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job. I'm a dispatcher for Rescue Alert. I get to work for those old people who have buttons and push them for help. They are so cute and sweet. Always polite and say we're so wonderful. It's like the best job ever. I make a good wage plus shift differential. So sometimes $10.50 an hour. Plus I can get over time and paid on call time. So it's great. I work with some really awesome people too. They are all really nice and help me when I need it. It's a small company I know the President. He's very funny and very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly girls work in dispatch so I'll get to make some good friends. I hope anyways. I've not had good girlfriends in a long time besides my dear Boo. So I hope that goes well. Some of them I get along with well...others it may take some time getting to know them. Dee Dee my boss (Dispatch Supervisor) is the best boss ever. She's so understanding and kind and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still upset with my friend abit...but I'm sure I'll get past it. Life is good. I've been busy lately and that's nice. We got Kailey potty trained no thanks to the Ice Bitch Heather. And our boys seem to do better with us rather then her and Father Time their step-dad J (honestly who names their son "J" with no meaning behind it?)so I hate to have to take them home...but what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory lost his job back a bit, I thought things would be hard. Funny story though: On Monday I went to the library (right after the Friday Rory lost his job) I went to the library to post a resume on Monster.com (mad props to them)and the space bar on the library's computer was broken so I only filled it out about 1/2 way...got pissed as hell and left. Tuesday morning ata 8:08am Dee Dee called responding to my resume. I got hired that day and started Wednesday! How cool. Then for 2 days after I kept getting calls with an incomplete resume! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is having one of my uncles look for a van for us...sick, I swore I'd never drive one...and here I am about to own a van. I hate my life. Ok not really but damn...So I'll have to put my kids in soccer and be a soccer mom! My mother in law and father in law are coming in May to visit. I'm so excited. I miss them a lot. Then we're going to try to go there in September. So I hope we can. I have to try not to be sick from work so I have time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is doing a bit better, so that's nice. She's still not going to last very long I fear. But now that mom is gone it's not as hard with Grandma, I just want her to be comfortable and not in pain. I'll miss her though. My poor Grandpa is just upset about the whole thing though...so I hope he'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before my brother was arrested for drugs, and intent to make cocain bace and sell or something. They found $70,000 in drugs in the hotel room that was under his name. I thought he was smarter then that...he is facing federal drug charges and is facing 5 years in prison. At least we'll know where he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I think. I hope anyone reading this enjoys it. Anyone who doesn't know me just know I'm venting. Anyone who does...comment...please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Austen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114378485635645061?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114378485635645061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114378485635645061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114378485635645061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114378485635645061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-ribs.html' title='I hate Ribs'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-114352019208023131</id><published>2006-03-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:29:52.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead....just so you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not having internet right now....so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro is in Jail....I hope they will let him go....oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you boo...I miss your dad too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-114352019208023131?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/114352019208023131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=114352019208023131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114352019208023131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/114352019208023131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113864090363980123</id><published>2006-01-30T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:08:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just so funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074725675' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;How Is Your Star Wars Sex Life? 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I've been so sick lately though I can't even think straight. I've been throwing up everything. I feel like absolute shit. Someone shoot me in the head, or lodge a bullet in my back so that pain will stop. I'll be honest...I'd rather be dead then feel like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side I found out someone who I thought hated me doesn't hate me at all. So that was kind of nice. I went shopping with my friend and we ran into another friend who was with his wife, I know he likes me and wishes we'd dated but he was married, I had mentioned to the friend I was with some time ago that my friend couldn't look me in the face when he saw me because he liked me. And when we walked away my friend started laughing and said "He can't look you in the face" it was really funny. I love going shopping with Spin, it's so fun. I love that we can still hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as WoW goes I've become a lvl 34 and and working on some killer quests. It sucks because I never seem to get ahead. Most of my quests are red which means I can't do them yet...and the orange ones are too hard, I don't have any green and only one yellow. both of which I could do...but they are "group quests" meaning I can't do them alone...which sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home with the kids kind of sucks. I want to go back to work. Anyone from Dentrix reading this...I miss you so bad! I hope all is well. I need food...but can't eat it...I'm off for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113812256900770448?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113812256900770448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113812256900770448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113812256900770448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113812256900770448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-time.html' title='Hi time'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113765325212894085</id><published>2006-01-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:47:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another song...but I really like them...I love me some music....</title><content type='html'>The Way I Do...&lt;br /&gt;MARCOS HERNANDEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your smile, your mind&lt;br /&gt;You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss your breath on my neck&lt;br /&gt;When we whisper in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up &lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your skin, can't believe the way you let me in&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush tonight, I need you like the ocean needs the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up &lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I would stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Climb a mountain top all alone&lt;br /&gt;Relying, depending on no one&lt;br /&gt;Now look at what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;..the way I do&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113765325212894085?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113752038373714639</id><published>2006-01-17T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:53:03.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminds me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/Ryan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo, can say a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;But it can't say the million things&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;A photo, can capture the way we were&lt;br /&gt;But it can't capture the way we are&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing, lost minutes and moments&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might be lonely, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;In a second, it all comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing's forgotten now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything's saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words?&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;You were my faith&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHen you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all I got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you and me will have&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo - Ryan Cabrera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113752038373714639?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113752038373714639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113752038373714639' title='0 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&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 47% Organization, 50% abstract,  and 74% extroverted! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;This test measured 3 variables. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;First, this test measured how &lt;b&gt;organized&lt;/b&gt; you are.  Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Second, this test measured if you prefer a &lt;b&gt;concrete&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;abstract&lt;/b&gt; viewpoint.  For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to &lt;i&gt; mathematical and logical approaches&lt;/i&gt;, whereas abstract people are more the &lt;i&gt; dreamers and artistic type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Third, this test measured if you are more of an &lt;b&gt;introvert&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;extrovert.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an&lt;br /&gt;extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was&lt;br /&gt;somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more&lt;br /&gt;about herself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;mostly&lt;/b&gt; organized, &lt;b&gt;both &lt;/b&gt;concrete and abstract, and &lt;b&gt;more &lt;/b&gt;extroverted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why are you Kermit the Frog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;You are both somewhat organized. You have a good&lt;br /&gt;idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably&lt;br /&gt;clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Kermit is also&lt;br /&gt;reasonably tidy. He'll even dress up for interviews. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Kermit&lt;br /&gt;spends a lot of his time as a reporter collecting facts, but he is also&lt;br /&gt;the author of the dreamy song "The Rainbow Connection." You have a good&lt;br /&gt;balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you&lt;br /&gt;also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both extroverts. Kermit gets along with everyone. Sure a few&lt;br /&gt;folks annoy him, but that's just because they are annoying. Kermit&lt;br /&gt;likes to meet new people when he does his job as a street reporter. You&lt;br /&gt;definitely enjoy the company of others, and you don't have problems&lt;br /&gt;meeting new people... in fact you probably look forward to it. You are&lt;br /&gt;willing to take charge when necessary or work as part of a team.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;  Oh, and in case you were wondering, Kermit starred on Sesame Street years before The Muppet Show.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other possible characters are&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="brown"&gt;Oscar the Grouch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bird&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grover&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Smiley&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want&lt;br /&gt;to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up&lt;br /&gt;and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/168/570/16957172787179881552/mt1130108378.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="42"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="108"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;28%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Organization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="71"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="79"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;47%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;concrete-abstra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="123"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="27"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;82%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;intro-extrovert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4525550649363613939'&gt;The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=16957172787179881552'&gt;greencowsgomoo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113721598508606658?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113721598508606658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113721598508606658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113721598508606658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113721598508606658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/seseme-street.html' title='Seseme Street'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113721312813100070</id><published>2006-01-13T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:33:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...Donut</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAEAEA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Boston Creme Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/boston-creme-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.&lt;br /&gt;You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.&lt;br /&gt;You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/homerdonut_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/homerdonut_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113721312813100070?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113721312813100070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113721312813100070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113721312813100070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113721312813100070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/mmmmdonut.html' title='Mmmm...Donut'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113691714435009233</id><published>2006-01-10T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:33:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now we know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Violet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/violet.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113691714435009233?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113691714435009233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113691714435009233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113691714435009233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113691714435009233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-now-we-know_10.html' title='And now we know...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113684163608925389</id><published>2006-01-09T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:20:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>I stay up to late...I should really stop that, but I'd have to stop playing WoW....like that's going to happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113684163608925389?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113684163608925389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113684163608925389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113684163608925389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113684163608925389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113684151359547387</id><published>2006-01-09T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:39:13.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am hates who I've been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 2px 2px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/music.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the proverbial sunrise&lt;br /&gt;coming up over the Pacific and&lt;br /&gt;you might think I'm losing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;but I will shy away from the specifics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't want you to know where I am&lt;br /&gt;'cause then you'll see my heart&lt;br /&gt;in the saddest state it's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no place to try and live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there. Well I never should have said&lt;br /&gt;that it's the very moment that&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the person I became.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to try and never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;'cause who I am hates who I've been.&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to absolutely no one.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep to myself enough.&lt;br /&gt;And the things bottled inside have finally begun&lt;br /&gt;to create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the reverberating footsteps&lt;br /&gt;sinking up to the beating of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I was positive that unless I got myself together,&lt;br /&gt;I would watch me fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let that happen again&lt;br /&gt;'cause then you'll see my heart&lt;br /&gt;in the saddest state it's ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no place to try and live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;and who I am won't take the second chance you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been&lt;br /&gt;'cause who I've been only ever made me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the person I became.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that it took so long for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to try and never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;'cause who I am hates who I've been.&lt;br /&gt;Who I am hates who I've been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113684151359547387?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113684151359547387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113684151359547387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113684151359547387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113684151359547387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-i-am-hates-who-ive-been.html' title='Who I am hates who I&apos;ve been...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113649272267874583</id><published>2006-01-05T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:42:58.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song that fits me...</title><content type='html'>Welcome To My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simple Plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113649272267874583?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113649272267874583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113649272267874583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113649272267874583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113649272267874583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/song-that-fits-me.html' title='A song that fits me...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113630889985977201</id><published>2006-01-03T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:21:39.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/tn-LV-400-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/tn-LV-400-32.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Spin I miss you! Come home from Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or take me with you next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113630889985977201?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113630889985977201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113630889985977201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113630889985977201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113630889985977201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/miss-you.html' title='Miss you'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113614202764081992</id><published>2006-01-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:00:33.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/we%27re%20in%20love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/we%27re%20in%20love.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another new year. Another one to mess up and to get used and abused. I've desided the day my little Kailey turns 18 I'm going to buy her a car. In her glove box I'm going to make a great big pop out card that says "Thanks for turnning 18 so we don't have to deal with your mom anymore." I love that little girl. She's so excited when she sees me and loves to play with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great husband who loves me and takes really good care of me. I love him so much. Honey you're so cute. Iv'e never been happier, unless it was that time when we where in CA...that was fun, we had a great time there. He's trying to get us a job at Blizzard games...that would be really cool! I love you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a family picture taken. It's a wonderful picture, I'm going to scan it in so I can post it on here for you all to see. I have adorable children. They really are cute. I just have to tell you...they are great kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my Mage on World of Warcraft to a lvl 24 and partway threw her 25. It's really fun. I now have an Undead warlock, and a troll who's a Rogue, and also one that is a human preistest. All very cool. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113614202764081992?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113614202764081992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113614202764081992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113614202764081992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113614202764081992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2006/01/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113558853826118180</id><published>2005-12-26T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:15:38.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/kissmas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/kissmas.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113558853826118180?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113558853826118180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113558853826118180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113558853826118180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113558853826118180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113520843437051983</id><published>2005-12-21T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:40:34.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I got a dollar and sixteen cents"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #cccccc; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://rdaot.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$2,258.16&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113520843437051983?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113520843437051983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113520843437051983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113520843437051983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113520843437051983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-dollar-and-sixteen-cents.html' title='&quot;I got a dollar and sixteen cents&quot;'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113404441321834873</id><published>2005-12-08T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:55:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chinese Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/chinese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic yet ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113404441321834873?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113404441321834873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113404441321834873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113404441321834873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113404441321834873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-kind-of-food.html' title='What kind of food...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113404403686555782</id><published>2005-12-08T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:55:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cream Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/cream-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you life for understated pleasures &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113404403686555782?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113404403686555782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113404403686555782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113404403686555782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113404403686555782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/pie.html' title='Pie'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113404381128863483</id><published>2005-12-08T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:56:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reeses Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/peanut-butter-cups.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very popular, one of you is not enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113404381128863483?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113404381128863483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113404381128863483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113404381128863483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113404381128863483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/candy_08.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113395804617369560</id><published>2005-12-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:56:56.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/spank-me-pink.gif" height="28" width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113395804617369560?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113395804617369560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113395804617369560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113395804617369560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113395804617369560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/crayon.html' title='Crayon'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113395767693130733</id><published>2005-12-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:58:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of Ex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Invisible Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/invisible-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so over your ex, you hardly even remember you have an ex. You prefer leave all of the baggage behind you - far, far behind. As they say, indifference is the opposite of love!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this doesn't apply to Spin, He and I are still great friends! I love you Spin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113395767693130733?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113395767693130733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113395767693130733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113395767693130733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113395767693130733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/kind-of-ex.html' title='Kind of Ex...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113391184926904838</id><published>2005-12-06T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:38:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/world%20of%20warcraft.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/world%20of%20warcraft.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I've been playing World of Warcraft (or WoW as some people refer to it) and it's like crack. I can't stop playing. I love it so much, it feels so great to have something fun to do with my friends. I'm a level 13 and I've only had it, well the trial for 10 days! Go me! I rock. My Mage is a tailor and she's just awesome. Her name is Austy if anyone is looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas, it's so nice to see people happy, and to give people gifts. Oh it's so wonderful. The snow is wonderful and so very pretty. But you know I can't afford to get everyone the wonderful gifts I want. We got Heather (the Xwife) a nice gift from the kids. She's getting married this week so we know the kids will have a good Christmas. It's wonderful. I'm really happy that we're all going to be happy. Life is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something, I relaly hate when you end up calling people and it's the wrong number because it just so happens that they are right next to the person you're trying to call. I called my friend Jen, and ended up calling someone else, it's horrible because when you look down and figure out that it was the wrong number and hang up and then someone get's all upset because she thinks the world revolves around her. But whatever. He's stuck with her, not my problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about spending Christmas with his family. We're going to Brigham City for Christmas eve, and then we'll take the kids home and have Christmas here with our best friend. I adore that we can have a best friend who is mutual to us. Spin is so great and he's just great. A wonderful guy. Where I hope that someday he'll find a girl who loves him and cares about him and deserves him, I don't want it to be soon. I love spending time with him and I love that he has time for me. I love him so much. He means a lot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to desied what to make for Christmas morning!? I'm either going to make pancakes, caramelized french toast, coffee cake muffins, or what. I just don't know, I want to make the boys lots of good food to eat. All of this makes me uber excited to go to cooking school. I'd be making all of it from scratch. They are just so great to eat what I make, but they always say they like it. They really should be harder on me. I wish they would. But they don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways...I'm going with Rory to the dentist and then we're going to finish our Christmas shopping and part of my gift is going to be the full version of WoW so yay me. I'm so excited. He's a great guy. My husband. I'm so happy. My life is so good, and I love him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my inlaws. I just want them to know how special to they are to me. It's really great that I can love to move close to them even though that I'd rather be near them then as far away from them as possible like with Kent's mom. I hated being around her because I just know she didn't like me that much. I love everything about them. I'm so lucky. My life is not as bad as I thought it was. Even with my lousy job that I'm quitting. After that, my life will be almost perfect. The only way it could be better was if I lived closer to my inlaws and that my dad moved out there to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113391184926904838?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113391184926904838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113391184926904838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113391184926904838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113391184926904838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-of-warcrack.html' title='World of Warcrack'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113312125615592607</id><published>2005-11-27T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:54:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I've been forgotten</title><content type='html'>By my best friend from high school. I never hear from her anymore. I'm not sure that she remembers me. I'm never in her blog, she's never then when I call, and she's never online anymore. Now I know she's busy and I know she's got a life away from me but I really feel like I'm losing her. See even when she does talk to me well...she will talk for a bit, then get busy again doing something else, so I never really get to talk to her. It makes me sad. I care about her and I miss her. I always want what's best for her but you know I feel like I've just really lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I'm good, I'm going to be quitting my job to take care of my kids more. I'll have our little girl all day and then the boys after school. I'll work on finding a part time job at night so that we have some extra income. I'm excited to get to kind of be the mom. That will be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113312125615592607?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113312125615592607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113312125615592607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113312125615592607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113312125615592607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-ive-been-forgotten.html' title='I think I&apos;ve been forgotten'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113305754380366158</id><published>2005-11-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:40:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get one of those e-mails that you don't know what to do with? That you have no idea how to handle? That no matter how much you really do want to hear what's in it you don't? The one that makes you speachless and was totally out of the ordinary. The one that confuses the hell out of you making you wonder if you totally missed something? I feel that way right now. I got this email from an old friend of mine that really shocked and amazed me. I'm not sure, well I don't know waht to think or what to do...or even what to really say to him...He's a great guy and he's really sweet but with my hubby and my friends and his girlfriend and stuff...well I don't know, it just means like I'm even more lost and confused then before. He really screws with my head and doesn't always tell me everything (he doesn't lie, just doesn't tell me the whole truth you know?)but I'm just well...lost. He's...he's a good guy, I care about him. I do, and you know I just want him know how important he is to me. So if he reads this, You're important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/Pefect_Love_by_dying_blackroses.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/Pefect_Love_by_dying_blackroses.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of you, Thanksgiving, oh yes, rocked out loud. We had a good time on the trip, did lost of swimming, ate lots of food. The kids had a great time. I even kicked a field goal! Yay me! I rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Harry Potter on the friday after it came out. Very good movie. I went with my best friend as well as my Hubby. So it was really fun. We all had a great time and had to stand in line for an hour and a half. We ate pizza and drank pop in line and almost knocked out the annoying kid behind us. What an idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113305754380366158?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113305754380366158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113305754380366158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113305754380366158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113305754380366158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever?'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113261289804704720</id><published>2005-11-21T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:43:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Well today is the one year mark sense mom died. It sucks really but I've been taking it well I think. I haven't cried. Although, I haven't had much feeling at all...I'm trying not to think about it. I just would rather not feel then have to feel that kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks giving will be spent with my family up in Idaho. I hope it will be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll report more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Sparklepants (that's for you Brandon!) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/Sad%20icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/Sad%20icon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113261289804704720?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113261289804704720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113261289804704720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113261289804704720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113261289804704720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113097319027958394</id><published>2005-11-02T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:13:10.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Fine Line...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/Tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/Tree.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;&lt;br /&gt;And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,&lt;br /&gt;But there's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;For my own sanity, I've got to close the door&lt;br /&gt;And walk away...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between together and not&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113097319027958394?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113097319027958394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113097319027958394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113097319027958394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113097319027958394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/11/fine-fine-line.html' title='Fine Fine Line...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113088655401749827</id><published>2005-11-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:09:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people can't be fake enough...</title><content type='html'>You know what pisses me off...when girls who are dating your friends act like they care about you and who you are. And they act like they give a damn about what you've been up to or what you've been doing. And if she doesn't act fake enough threw all that then she says she's worried because he hasn't talked to you in a few days...as Ron White would say...BULLLLLLLSHIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a great day at work, I looked really good and we had such a good time being dressed up yesterday for halloween we where all happy but tired. I dressed up like an auto macanic. I had black stuff on my face and arms too. We turned our team into a cave and that was cool too. Everyone dressed up almost. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and did nothing. but that's ok, I didn't need to do anything. It was really nice to just relax here at home. But it was so cold last night I don't think many children went trick-o-treating. Which was ok, because now I have candy....MMMMM candy. We watched "With out a Paddle" the night before so that was really fun. I enjoyed it a lot I laughed my head off. What a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been just short of a year...Mom is still gone, it was really hard to grasp that today. I've been just heart broken...here the time has come to remember her and I'm still so confused about the whole thing...life has changed so much lately. I don't know what's going on in my life any more. I miss my mom...sometimes I cry at night and just want my mommy. I know that's childish but I don't care...I need you mom...I need you really bad...I'm so lost Mom...I'm so lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/so%20sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/so%20sad.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/saw%20me%20cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/saw%20me%20cry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Bother" -Shakira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113088655401749827?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113088655401749827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113088655401749827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113088655401749827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113088655401749827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-people-cant-be-fake-enough.html' title='Some people can&apos;t be fake enough...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113073698591689113</id><published>2005-10-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:54:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So they say this is me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;                     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center" height="600" valign="top" width="255"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img border=1 src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBLMf.gif" name="thebigpicture18" width="250" height="442"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td valign="top"&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="5"&gt;The Sudden Departure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;andom&lt;font color="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;rutal&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;aster (&lt;font color="red"&gt;RBLMf&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;  Sweet. Dear. Loving. At Gate 18. Final call.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;The Sudden Departure&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;You've been in a lot of serious relationships. More than a few have ended ugly. Uglily. Whatever. Our guess is that you're a really fantastic girl who doesn't really know what she wants, and you've broken a few hearts as a result. You fall for people easily, and you enjoy the feeling of falling in love, but once you're there, either boredom or the old "&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grass is greener&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" syndrome sets in. The mind wanders, and with it goes the flesh. And then the toiletries. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- begin exact opposite table --&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td align="center" color="#eeeeee"&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="tiny"&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Intern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img border=1 src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGSDf_thumb.gif" hspace="3" vspace="7" width="119" height="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- end exact opposite table --&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;  We know you're not the classic "love 'em and leave 'em" type, at least not in a purely sexual sense. You have too many serious bonding tendencies for that. But even though you're &lt;i&gt;theoretically&lt;/i&gt; looking to settle down, you don't settle long on one person. "Serial monogamist" is probably something you hear a lot. "Emotionally loose" is another way to put it. To the poor guys eating your dust and sniffing your panties, it doesn't really make much difference. Of course, it's not really your fault that people get hurt. You have every right to move on when you choose.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Backrubber&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Gentleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Vapor Trail&lt;/b&gt;, someone just like you&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=6157424556489045247'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rorysgirl2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113073698591689113?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113073698591689113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113073698591689113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113073698591689113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113073698591689113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-they-say-this-is-me.html' title='So they say this is me....'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113073637789627494</id><published>2005-10-30T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:26:17.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life quiz...I stole it from Spin</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="158" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="142" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 7.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif" height="12" width="160" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="176" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 8.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="176" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 8.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="182" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 9.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="106" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 5.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113073637789627494?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113073637789627494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113073637789627494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113073637789627494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113073637789627494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-quizi-stole-it-from-spin.html' title='My life quiz...I stole it from Spin'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113073527428121541</id><published>2005-10-30T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:07:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey everyone...What's new?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone what's new? I haven't blogged for a little bit. So I thought I'd just write down how I'm feeling. Basicly right now...Scared. One of my very best friends is down in Mississippi (I think this is why we abbreviate states, what do you think?) in training for the Army or something and I'm just worried that once he goes over there (to Iraq) he won't come home. He promised me he'd come back, and in one piece, but you know I don't know. I adore him and I would cry myself sick if anything happened to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, so he gets a hold of me online and says hey I need your number, then I gave it to him and he said he'd call me tonight. Well he did. It was great. He called me and we talked for a long time and he said he still loves me, ok well actually I asked him and he said yes...then he actually said "I love you Austen" and he said it again when we hung up. I was so unsure as to what to say. He's just a great guy and I worry so much that he won't come home, I want to go kiddnap him and save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as life other then that goes...I'm good. Tomorrow is Halloween at work. We decorated and we're going to decorate tomorrow. I've got to come up with some kind of costume so I don't have a clue. Then I'm going to stay home and do nothing but hand out candy and possibly be here online. But other then that...nothing. I don't have a party to go to or anything and that sucks. I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend here in Utah is possibly going on a date...I hate that. You know I wouldn't hate it so much if I hadn't dated him. He's wonderful, I adore him and I just want him to be so happy but I don't want anyone to hurt him, even though I know I did. He deserves more then perfect and I don't think I'll like anyone he dates. To tell you the truth, I hate sharing him with his parents. They're visiting and I don't like it. But he did bring it up the Play Station for me to play. It was nice of him. But I really don't want him going on a date! DON'T GO! PLEASE! SHE'S EVIL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haevn't talked to Boo lately so Boo. I love you so please talk to me. I MISS YOU! You're so awesome and I hate when you're not here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy daylight savings everyone. And happy Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/1600/lovecandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/842/539/320/lovecandy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of JadenKale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadenkale.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113073527428121541?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113073527428121541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113073527428121541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113073527428121541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113073527428121541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-everyonewhats-new.html' title='Hey everyone...What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-113019560204851983</id><published>2005-10-24T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:26:32.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Rory, you're a great husband I love you, I miss you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I adore and love you, I will charish and keep you and I hope that no matter what we're always together, because rain or shine I'd pick you over anyone else time after time. You've made me so happy over the last 9 months that I can't even begin to say thank you. You are nothing short of my EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin I love you, just so you know, as a friend I love you so much! You'll always be my good friend and I'll always be here for you. Always, just so you know. You're the best friend a girl who moved from Wisconsin to Idaho then to Texas then to Utah ever had! You're so wonderful! And I  love how you have style and fashion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea where do I even start, from fifth grade until now you've been there for me everytime I needed you. I know that I have a long way to go as a friend but I'm glad you still care, I miss you so much and I can't wait until I see you again. I'm excited for whenever that will be....You're still my best friend  and my sister. I'd be lost with out you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, Jenny, Josh, and Nick, thank you guys for being there for me too. I'm so glad to have gotten to be friends with you in high school and I'm so glad to know that we're still great friends. I'm so glad that you all want to see me when ever I come home. I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, thank you for helping me with my blog, thank you for making everything beautiful. Thank you for all you've done for me. Thanks for still being my friend and for just talking to me when I need that. And for being so smart. You're great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends at work, you guys make the day more bareable. You make me laugh and you make me smile. The dirty board is great and so is making fun of Diana. You all are great and I actually like being there. It's funny how work can become our sanctuary away from things isn't it? Thanks for keeping my otherwise dreary day from making me more stressed then anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my children, you are the love and light of my life. I love you all so much. I will always be there for you, I will do everything to be the best step mom that I can. I'll support your dreams, I'll hold you when you cry. I'll make you smile and laugh, I'll kiss your ouches and I'll give you loves and kisses whenever I can. You are sweethearts and I love you. Never forget that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my father and brothers. I love you all so much. You've been there for me and loved me no matter what. I just want to say thank you. I love you so very much, you're my most valuble assest. I want you all to know how much I love you and how I'll always be there for you. I have enjoyed every moment with you. and I look forward to more time with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-113019560204851983?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/113019560204851983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=113019560204851983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113019560204851983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/113019560204851983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112995619417748214</id><published>2005-10-21T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:43:14.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the back seat with the windows fogged up....</title><content type='html'>So life is mostly good. Work is stressing me...I don't like it as much as a used to. My team is great. We're all very close and we're getting to know each other well. We're getting ready for Halloween and I'm so excited. We get to dress up and we get to decorate our areas. We're going to do something like "The Gates of Hell" and it's great...we're totally going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is always stressful. Bills to pay and not enough money to do it with, but hubby has a new job and money is getting better and we're going to be alright. I'm hoping that we can have a nice Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the kids for Thanksgiving and we're taking our kids up to Idaho to my father's parents. It will be a big todo and my family will get to meet the person who means more to me in the world then anything. I'm so excited. It's a great family. And my kids will fit in so well. I know they are excited to go and see my brother and my dad. My dad loves being a grandpa. I think even though he did say he didn't want to be an instant grandpa he's enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...we've been married for a bit over a month now and our sex life does lack. I would like to do it more. But that's ok...maybe I can find a nice place where it's dark and would be just us and we could fog up the back windows of that car....it would be great. That's what we need...hot dirty sex!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112995619417748214?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112995619417748214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112995619417748214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112995619417748214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112995619417748214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-back-seat-with-windows-fogged-up.html' title='In the back seat with the windows fogged up....'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112927016824936966</id><published>2005-10-14T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:18:32.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessional</title><content type='html'>I just have to say I like the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to say, I love having a great friend who's a guy. I also love being told I'm pretty and hot! Boy did I hear that today! Hooray for the boob shirt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also admit that my dashboard, is very dusty....and my breaks need to get changed. Probably a good idea before I like die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Internet is for Porn"&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Q Soundtrack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112927016824936966?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112927016824936966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112927016824936966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112927016824936966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112927016824936966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/dashboard-confessional.html' title='Dashboard Confessional'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112879233242024222</id><published>2005-10-08T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:25:32.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone. Life is good for me right now, for the most part. I'm a bitt miffed with a friend of mine for not telling me he got his girlfriend all knocked up and such. It's like he thought I'd be mad. Truth is, I don't care, he's not with me, and it's not like hte got some other girl knocked up at that point but honestly I really don't. I am very happy with my firends and my husband and my life how it is right now...it's great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only think I don't like is my ex wife. Well his ex wife, but she's just not very nice some of the time. I wish she'd just be a bit more greatful. It hurts me that she can't be thankful for anything. She really did say thank you for us taking the kids monday, so I'm excited. It was really nice. We'll see how that goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112879233242024222?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112879233242024222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112879233242024222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112879233242024222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112879233242024222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112614786074765856</id><published>2005-09-07T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:51:00.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074769185' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What Icons are for you?(Thank you for #1!! 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href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-fun.html' title='Random Fun'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112399597404800559</id><published>2005-08-14T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T13:36:15.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Quotes:</title><content type='html'>You're nothing short of my everything.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ralph Block~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have the rose, you must accept the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;~Joe Sin~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get to the Rainbow, you must first conquer the rain.&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance between two hearts is not an obstacle...rather a beautiful reminder of just how strong true love can be.&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while, so when you are lonely, remember this is true: Somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112399597404800559?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112399597404800559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112399597404800559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112399597404800559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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with your father is, if you make an effort, it will turn around and you'll get along great&lt;br /&gt;- in second chances&lt;br /&gt;- in being right about the one you love and sticking with it even if the point seems null and void becaues he wants to get back together with his ex-wife and it doesn't work that time so you get him back because he realized that he loved you and not her all along.&lt;br /&gt;- in putting forth your best effort in anything&lt;br /&gt;- in the blue collar comedy tour being on of the things that helps make your family look much better&lt;br /&gt;- in loving your little brother despite all the dumb stuff he does on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;- in needing to date eachother and cort for a bit longer then seven months from dating to marriage&lt;br /&gt;- that long distant relationships never work and shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;- in getting married being the best thing for some people&lt;br /&gt;- in cuddling on the couch&lt;br /&gt;- in lether couches and big squishy captian's chairs&lt;br /&gt;- smiling because it makes people wonder what your thiniking&lt;br /&gt;- smiling because of how he makes you feel when you talk to him in the morning, when you get an email from him, when he touches your hand and your heart expoldes when he touches your hand and when he kisses you your heart melts&lt;br /&gt;- in him&lt;br /&gt;- in best friends being able to stay friends threw everything that happens and threw all the hurt and pain someone could go threw and can alway be there for each other&lt;br /&gt;- in my best friend and the desisions she made&lt;br /&gt;- in friends being supportive during times in your life when you make silly choices and not rubbing your face in them and saying "I told you so"&lt;br /&gt;- in being there for your boyfriend's kids when they need just just like you'd be there for him&lt;br /&gt;- in making your life the best you can by doing whatever it takes to be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112304269061356950?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112304269061356950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112304269061356950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112304269061356950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112304269061356950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112295747968833755</id><published>2005-08-01T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:37:59.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves Me, He loves me a lot!</title><content type='html'>So he's pretty much popped the question. He's taken my diamond and found a new ring to put it in, I know he wants to ask when the kids are there so that's every other weekend, now to figure out which one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of being in love, and of dating and just spending time with someone! It is one of the most amazing feelings! Dad and KC are flying out here to meet him this month and then in September we're off for 4 days to Cali for a fun filled trip with his family. I couldn't be more happy! Clap for me ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112295747968833755?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112295747968833755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112295747968833755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112295747968833755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112295747968833755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-lot.html' title='He Loves Me, He loves me a lot!'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112189871792773215</id><published>2005-07-20T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:31:57.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIT (Hooray for Chad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/request"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/images/survey-statistic.gif" alt="Take the MIT Weblog Survey" style="border:none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112189871792773215?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112189871792773215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112189871792773215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112189871792773215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112189871792773215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/07/mit-hooray-for-chad.html' title='MIT (Hooray for Chad)'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112189782605045180</id><published>2005-07-20T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:17:06.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time blah</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here at home and being sick but I'm not as sick as I was this morning. Spin and I are going to see Wedding Crashers tonight and I'm going to be spending lots of time just being at home this weekend and I don't particularly care much about what I'm doing. But you know I just feel really burned out at work and in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the realization that I hate being lonely. I don't like being by myself. It used to be so nice to know that Kent was there even though we didn't do anything together. it was nice having his company. Now that he's in MI I don't know what to do. I mean even though we aren't together I still miss knowing that he's close and that he can be there for me. At least other friends can be there for me. I do so apprciate it when I have friends with me who can make sure I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the new Harry Potter book. I read it on Saturday. It was really good. I have some ideas about what might happen in the next book. But I don't know for sure. I hope she get's the book out soon and I hope that we get to see a lot of the movies. I'd love them. I think they did a good job with the casting and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken to watching dumb showes as I only have 13 and 4 on my TV sense they turnned off my cable because I wasn't paying for it. I don't think he should have turned it off....the jerks. Nate from Opera is cute. But I can't stand Opera for the most part. Although maybe she could help me find my biological mother. Hum, maybe I should look at that. Well I have nothing to say so I'll just sign off&lt;br /&gt;AMP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112189782605045180?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112189782605045180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112189782605045180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112189782605045180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112189782605045180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-long-time-blah.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time blah'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112147213092281569</id><published>2005-07-15T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:02:10.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the color blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/Aliteinthesky/1057717326_CMyDocumentsBlue.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8d553bc)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the color blue.  You have the three c's in&lt;br&gt;life--you're cool, caring and confident.&lt;br&gt;Trustworthy and honest, people are naturally&lt;br&gt;attracted to you.  You're unusually optimistic,&lt;br&gt;but that makes life all the better.  You're an&lt;br&gt;imaginative person who loves sleeping and&lt;br&gt;dreaming.  Hard-working and determined, you&lt;br&gt;excell in school.  You're everybody's favorite,&lt;br&gt;and this is because you have this undefined&lt;br&gt;richness in your personality and attitude.&lt;br&gt;Mild-tempered and stable.  Not to mention very&lt;br&gt;intelligent.  Along with the fact that you're&lt;br&gt;conservative, you're worried about the&lt;br&gt;environment.  So basically, you're a generous,&lt;br&gt;dependable and devoted--just the kind of person&lt;br&gt;everybody needs.  Wouldn't it be great if&lt;br&gt;everybody in the world were like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aliteinthesky/quizzes/What%20color%20are%20you%3F%20(Amazingly%20detailed%20%26%20accurate--with%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color are you? (Amazingly detailed &amp; accurate--with pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112147213092281569?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112147213092281569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112147213092281569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112147213092281569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112147213092281569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/07/color-blue.html' title='the color blue'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-112101586886216932</id><published>2005-07-10T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:17:50.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone it's been a long time sense I've written. I just can't even begin to catch you up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my best friend to know how much I love her. She's the light in my life. She makes me so very happy. I love been so close to someone who means so much to me. She's like my sister and it's wonderful to have someone like that. I hope all of you have someone like that. I love you Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like my new job. I'm a tech support rep for Dentrix Dental Systems. It's pretty awesome. I get to talk to dentists and Dental offices about problems with their software or how to use it as they won't read the book. Dentists are dumb people. They are good at what they do but not when it comes to computers. They want someone to tell them how to do it, they also don't want to have to wait to talk to use but unfortunatly there are only 65 of us. and until we meet our phone time they won't hire to many new poeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company also fouces more on getting new people in then keeping the people who are already there staying. We don't have a lot of job security and it scares a lot of people who work tehre and they are looking for new jobs. We're losing a lot of people and at risk for losing more of them it kind of sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back to school soon. I think I'm going to get a business degree. And possibly a minor in computers. it's exciting. I can't wait to get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AMP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-112101586886216932?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/112101586886216932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=112101586886216932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112101586886216932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/112101586886216932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-111853737093009068</id><published>2005-06-11T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:49:30.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>So I have the option to date quite a few people. And I don't know what to do. I have my options but I don't know what to do. I know who I want to be with but it seems impossible. I don't know....anyone with advice let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-111853737093009068?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/111853737093009068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=111853737093009068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111853737093009068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111853737093009068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/06/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-111749568291323726</id><published>2005-05-30T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:20:13.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: black;" width=200 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-111749568291323726?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/111749568291323726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=111749568291323726' title='0 Comments'/><link 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align="center" bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Austen  Marie Porter's Aliases&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your movie star name: &lt;b&gt;Sickers Vern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fashion designer name is: &lt;b&gt;Austen  London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your socialite name is: &lt;b&gt;Hoo Vegas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fly girl / guy name is: &lt;b&gt;A Por&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your detective name is: &lt;b&gt;Cat Holmen &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your barfly name is: &lt;b&gt;Cookie Sex On The Beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soap opera name is: &lt;b&gt;Marie CTH Z&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rock star name is: &lt;b&gt;Sickers Cars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#88EAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your star wars name is: &lt;b&gt;Auspud Porjam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your punk rock band name is The: &lt;b&gt;Happy! Kinkey Pens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/meganames/"&gt;The Amazing Meganame Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-111457253222249961?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/111457253222249961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=111457253222249961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111457253222249961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111457253222249961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-111075709446962570</id><published>2005-03-13T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:38:14.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about me...not that we care, but more!</title><content type='html'>Name: Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* School: soon...very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eyes:Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hair: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Height: 5'3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shoe Size: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Who lives with you: Kent...for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When is your bedtime? When I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Flown on a plane: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ever been so drunk that you blacked out: Nope, don't drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Missed school because it was raining: No, I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put a body part on fire for amusement: No....I haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had a crush on a friends girlfriend/boyfriend: Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been hurt emotionally: I know of no one who hasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kept a secret from everyone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had an imaginary friend: when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ever thought an animated character was hot?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Been on stage: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cut your hair: by myself once when I was a little kid...but I get it cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Had crush on a teacher?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ -----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fav Color: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Day/Night: Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Summer/Winter: summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lace or Satin: all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cartoon Character: Timmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fave Food: anything I cook for other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fave Advertisement: Um...that one...where there is this guy...oh nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fave Drink: Hot Cocoa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Person to talk to online: My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fave sport: um...hockey to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------RIGHT NOW------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wearing: T shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eating: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drinking: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thinkin bout : my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Listening to: the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cried:Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Worn jeans: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Met someone New online: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Done laundry: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drove a car: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Talked on the phone: Yuppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kissed someone: Caleb...he's a baby...but I put a big lipstick kiss on his cheek! I love little Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Said Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yourself: most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your friends: Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Destiny/Fate: Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts. So, when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Angels: Yes, but not in the way you might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ghosts: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* UFO's: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* God: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------THE LAST TIME YOU--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered: this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped outside: like an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic memory: holding hands with someone very important to me and feeling something wonderful radiating from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------RANDOMS--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Good Luck Charm: um...I don't think I have one...I should get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person You Hate Most: don't believe in that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Thing That Has Happened: Lately? I got a job, and a new car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your desk: let me see if I can find my desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: Fall, or summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Food: French toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------DO YOU EVER--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit by the phone waiting for a phone call all night: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save AIM conversations: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save E-mails: yeah, can't really help it. G-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward secret E-mails: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were someone else: Just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a member of the opposite sex: Oh hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear perfume: Yes, me smell good, ask anyone I work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss : kissing is so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle: Yes....I like to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go online for longer than eight hours at a time: not anymore. work work work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------HAVE YOU EVER--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend?: Yes...it's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend? Yha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed two people in the same day? Um...everyone has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with two different people in the same day? Well yes...but I feel bad about it, I do! really! I'm not like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected: I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: Yes, and falling is the best part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used someone?: not that I wanted to...but I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been used?: Yes...but...well ok it happens a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kissed?: Yes...of course...but sometimes better then others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: We all do...but I'll be fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-111075709446962570?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/111075709446962570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=111075709446962570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111075709446962570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111075709446962570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-about-menot-that-we-care-but-more.html' title='More about me...not that we care, but more!'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-111075703362212090</id><published>2005-03-13T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:37:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me me me...lots about me</title><content type='html'>100 QUESTIONS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed your cousin: On the cheek once&lt;br /&gt;2. Ran away: Nope&lt;br /&gt;3. Pictured your crush naked: No...well maybe&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipped school: yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Broken someone's heart: Yup&lt;br /&gt;6. Been in love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Cried when someone died: Yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: Yes....well...I'll get him&lt;br /&gt;9. Broken a bone: sprains but no breaking&lt;br /&gt;10. Done something embarrassing: Yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Lied: Maybe leave something out...that's important&lt;br /&gt;12. Cried in school: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS [BETTER]...&lt;br /&gt;13. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;14. Sprite or 7UP: 7-up when I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;15. Girls or Guys: Boys to kiss and be friends, but I like girls too...as friends&lt;br /&gt;16. Flowers or Candy: Flowers&lt;br /&gt;17. Scruff or Clean shaved: I like my boy a little scruffy!&lt;br /&gt;18. Blondes or Brunetts: Eaither....&lt;br /&gt;19. bitchy or slutty: Neaither....I think I might be bitchy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;20. Tall or Short: in the middle&lt;br /&gt;21: Pants or Shorts: Pants&lt;br /&gt;22. Night or Day: night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX...&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you notice first? Smile&lt;br /&gt;24. Like Being Spanked: in a playful manner, and rarely at that.&lt;br /&gt;25. Worst Question For Her/Him to ask: Where do we go now?&lt;br /&gt;26. Showered: yes&lt;br /&gt;27. Stepped outside: I don't think...well I stepped outside once....I think&lt;br /&gt;28. Had Sex: Well yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU...&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever been Engaged/ Married:Yes&lt;br /&gt;30. Your Good luck charm: I should get one huh?&lt;br /&gt;31. Person You Hate Most: Don't hate&lt;br /&gt;32. Best Thing That Has Happened: Getting my new job&lt;br /&gt;33. Where did it go?: money&lt;br /&gt;34. Picture on your desktop: Gavin McGraw&lt;br /&gt;36. Movie:I'm not in a movie....but I like lots of moives&lt;br /&gt;37. Artist or band: Into Ryan Cabrara right now&lt;br /&gt;38. Cars: my Camry for now&lt;br /&gt;39. Ice Cream: vinalla&lt;br /&gt;41. Food: Anything&lt;br /&gt;42. Makes You Laugh The Most: My friends&lt;br /&gt;43. Makes You Smile: Friends&lt;br /&gt;44. Can Make You Feel Better No Matter What: My friends....&lt;br /&gt;45. Has A Crush On You: Everyone! oh wait, no one&lt;br /&gt;46. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Maybe...but I'm not telling&lt;br /&gt;47. Who Has It Easier?: Guys...dumb boys!&lt;br /&gt;48. Gives You A Funny Feeling When You See Them: Um...this guy&lt;br /&gt;49. Sit By The Phone Waiting For A Phone Call All Night: Yes&lt;br /&gt;50. Save AIM Conversations: no&lt;br /&gt;51. Save E-mails: I don't need to delete, I archive&lt;br /&gt;52. Forwarded Secret E-mails: No&lt;br /&gt;53. Wish You Were Someone Else: Me in a different roll&lt;br /&gt;54. Wish You Were A Member Of The Opposite Sex: No&lt;br /&gt;55. Wear after shave: when I was like five, it was my dads&lt;br /&gt;57. Cuddle: always i love to spoon its so nice to be next to someone&lt;br /&gt;58. Go Online For Longer Than Eight Hours At A Time: No&lt;br /&gt;59. Fallen For Your Best Friend?: Yup&lt;br /&gt;60. Made Out With JUST A Friend?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;61. Kissed Two People In The Same Day?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Had Sex With Two Different People In The Same Day? Yes but I felt bad&lt;br /&gt;63. Been Rejected?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;64. Been In Love?: Yup&lt;br /&gt;65. Been In Lust?: Once&lt;br /&gt;66. Used Someone?: Sure??&lt;br /&gt;67. Been Used?: you betcha&lt;br /&gt;68. Dumped Someone?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;69. Been Cheated On?: Yes, that Jerk&lt;br /&gt;70. Back Doored It?: yes&lt;br /&gt;71. Done Something You Regret?: We all do&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...&lt;br /&gt;72. Hung out with?: Joe, Jen, Aubry, Scott, Kent...&lt;br /&gt;73. You Talked To?: Kent&lt;br /&gt;74. You Hugged?: Rory&lt;br /&gt;75. You Instant Messaged?: Um...I don't start most of them but Steve I think&lt;br /&gt;76. You Kissed?: No one you know!&lt;br /&gt;77. You Yelled At?: Kent&lt;br /&gt;78. You Dreamed About?: the people I work with&lt;br /&gt;79. Who Text Messaged You?: like everyone&lt;br /&gt;80. Who Broke Your Heart?: This guy, I'd rather not say&lt;br /&gt;81. Who Told You They Loved You?: My dad!&lt;br /&gt;82. Color Your Hair? Kymba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body&lt;br /&gt;83. Have Tattoos? No&lt;br /&gt;84. Have Piercings?: No piercings&lt;br /&gt;85. Boyfriend/girlfriend?: He knows who he is&lt;br /&gt;86. Own A Webcam?: nope&lt;br /&gt;88. Ever Get Off The Damn Computer?: All the time, I'm getting off now!&lt;br /&gt;89. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?: No, I don't sadly&lt;br /&gt;90. Habla espanol?: Si&lt;br /&gt;91. Buy Designer Clothes/Shoes: Yes, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;92. Stolen Anything?: NO&lt;br /&gt;93. Smoke?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;94. Schizophrenic?:I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;95. Obsessive?: about my teeth...make them whiter!&lt;br /&gt;96. Compulsive?: about my teeth! WHITE WHITE WHITE!&lt;br /&gt;97. Obsessive compulsive?: WHITE TEETH!&lt;br /&gt;98. Panic?: no&lt;br /&gt;99. Anxiety?: no&lt;br /&gt;100. Stressed?: Um...always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the time to get to know me guys so answer these and allow me to get to know you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-111075703362212090?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/111075703362212090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=111075703362212090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111075703362212090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/111075703362212090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-me-melots-about-me.html' title='Me me me...lots about me'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110854942800810286</id><published>2005-02-16T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T03:23:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote it for him</title><content type='html'>Laying in the deafening silence&lt;br /&gt;I have sleepless dreams&lt;br /&gt;He bade me not a good nights rest&lt;br /&gt;I shall remain awake it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul would have him by my side&lt;br /&gt;My words make that not so&lt;br /&gt;I foul things up most everyday&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve him this I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings me joy and I him pain&lt;br /&gt;My luck has such run out&lt;br /&gt;He may love me as he says&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is filled with doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can he love a beast like me?&lt;br /&gt;When he is such a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Why does he not see the worst in me?&lt;br /&gt;The sharpness of my pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I say do pierce him so&lt;br /&gt;He thinks himself inadequate&lt;br /&gt;But it is I who've let him down&lt;br /&gt;I've disapointed him inspite of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forgiveness of this charming soul&lt;br /&gt;I dare not ask him for&lt;br /&gt;I would have to grovel at his feet&lt;br /&gt;and show it's him I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life would happily be spent&lt;br /&gt;In the service of this man&lt;br /&gt;To show him of my love&lt;br /&gt;And show how sorry I truly am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plead with you oh night of horror&lt;br /&gt;As bad as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay in deafening silence&lt;br /&gt;And dream my sleepless dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110854942800810286?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110854942800810286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110854942800810286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110854942800810286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110854942800810286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wrote-it-for-him.html' title='I wrote it for him'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110845155650693631</id><published>2005-02-15T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:12:36.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Now I'm sure that you might all think this is going to be some sweet I love you so much and it's so great that it is Valentines day. Well this isn't. I'm going to tell you about the only thing that has ever come good of this stuiped holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saint Valentines Day Massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day 1929. The plan is to lure "Bugs" Moran and his gang into a death trap by setting up a fake liquor transaction. Then pose as police doing a raid...what a perfect plan...and after at S.M.C. company garage the trap was set. However "Bugs" was late and saw the "police men" go into the garage...so he didn't go in. The seven men who were inside where shot and killed by Tommy guns...after being lined up along the wall they were shot at and killed, and even  after they had fallen to the ground dead they stood over them and shot them some more...however "Bugs" lived...they never pinned this on Al Capone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one good thing has come from this day...So happy Valentines day everyone...ejnoy it...What a lousy rotten holiday...I hope you all had a better one then me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110845155650693631?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110845155650693631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110845155650693631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110845155650693631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110845155650693631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St. Valentines Day'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110793352368695211</id><published>2005-02-08T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:18:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is lonely</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel more lonely? Like one day feels like a year of loneliness? I feel that way today. I would like to be in the arms of the one I love. It is the only place I long to be...Someday...I know it will happen someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110793352368695211?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110793352368695211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110793352368695211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110793352368695211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110793352368695211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-is-lonely.html' title='Today is lonely'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110774857762190197</id><published>2005-02-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:56:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like anyother day</title><content type='html'>Today is just like anyother day. I miss my love, I want to be with him and the distance still kills me. Yet I endure on and think about the day when we can be together. So many things will happpen that I want to be with him for. Like Valentines day, and then I missed watching the Super Bowl with him...I wish that wasn't this way...but it is. It makes it hard to look at the good in life...but I know that we will figure it out and will be together one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that...I might be getting a job soon. Which I am excited for. I will be happy to get back to work and kind of move on with my life. I will never stop thinking about my mom, or stop missing her. But if I don't move on then I will never be truely happy. She would want it. Daddy called today, it made me wish I lived closer so I could help him. But at the same time I don't know if I can go back into the house right now. Who knows when I'll be able to. It's hard to thinking of looking at the house she decorated and walking past her room knowing she's not there...When I went back for the funeral and I walked in the house I called out to her, to let her know I was there like always...It broke my heart to realize she wasn't there...it hurt me so much. It was like a sharp stabbing pain into my heart. I find the need to call her almost every day...it makes it so hard when I feel like now I need her more then I ever did before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom...and I love the man in my life who makes the sun still shine for me. I'm sure there is still a light at the end of the tunnle. I'm sure that all will be as it should be...I know that life moves on...it's just a matter of when...and where it goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110774857762190197?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110774857762190197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110774857762190197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110774857762190197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110774857762190197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-anyother-day.html' title='Like anyother day'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110652269019726035</id><published>2005-01-23T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:24:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand distance</title><content type='html'>Distance is horrible. When you are away from the people who mean the most to you. I miss my friends...I miss my love...I miss everything about them. I don't like the way we are so far apart....it's horrible to think about what that pain comes from seperation....anyone have a suggestion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110652269019726035?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110652269019726035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110652269019726035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110652269019726035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110652269019726035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-cant-stand-distance_23.html' title='I can&apos;t stand distance'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110627834669449508</id><published>2005-01-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:32:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>Why is it that love hurts so much? Why is it when you fall so deep in love you'd be willing to die for that person you can't have them? Why they have to be so far away? I want him here. I want to love him and be with him...I love him so much. I will give him everything...and be his everything...I hope I can do that...I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110627834669449508?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110627834669449508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110627834669449508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110627834669449508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110627834669449508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110541017251948669</id><published>2005-01-10T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:22:52.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything to Everyone ~ Everclear</title><content type='html'>You put yourself in stupid places&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think you know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Situations where it’s easy to look down on you&lt;br /&gt;I think you like to be the victim&lt;br /&gt;I think you like to be in pain&lt;br /&gt;I think you make yourself a victim&lt;br /&gt;Almost every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do what you do&lt;br /&gt;You say what you say&lt;br /&gt;You try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;You know all the right people&lt;br /&gt;You play all the right games&lt;br /&gt;You always try to be&lt;br /&gt;Everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you do it again&lt;br /&gt;You always do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say they taught you how to read and write&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they taught you how to count&lt;br /&gt;I say they taught you how to buy and sell&lt;br /&gt;Your own body by the pound&lt;br /&gt;I think you like to be their simple toy&lt;br /&gt;I think you love to play the clown&lt;br /&gt;I think you are blind to the fact&lt;br /&gt;That the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do what you do&lt;br /&gt;You say what you say&lt;br /&gt;You always try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;You know all the right people&lt;br /&gt;You play all the right games&lt;br /&gt;You always try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin around and fall down, do it again&lt;br /&gt;You stumble and you fall&lt;br /&gt;Yeah why don’t you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;Spin around and fall down, do it again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you stumble and you fall&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you will ever learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, do that stupid dance for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do what they tell you to do&lt;br /&gt;You say what you say&lt;br /&gt;You try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;You jump through the big hoop&lt;br /&gt;You play all the right games&lt;br /&gt;You try to be everything to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin around and fall down, do it again&lt;br /&gt;You stumble and you fall&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you do it again&lt;br /&gt;Spin around and fall down, do it again&lt;br /&gt;You stumble and you fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110541017251948669?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110541017251948669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110541017251948669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110541017251948669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110541017251948669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/everything-to-everyone-everclear.html' title='Everything to Everyone ~ Everclear'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110534940175327157</id><published>2005-01-10T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T02:30:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't trust</title><content type='html'>I wish I could trust...I wish I could know the undying love you claim you have. But I do not. When she takes you from me for hours....When I do not know where you are...When your phone sits at home away from me. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do...dought and distruction come into my mind and make me cry and hurt. I don't like to hurt. I don't want to hurt. I needed to talk to you. I needed your love....but it wasn't there....it was gone...I know not where you are....come back to me...if we can still love we will...if we cannot I die inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110534940175327157?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110534940175327157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110534940175327157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110534940175327157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110534940175327157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-trust.html' title='I don&apos;t trust'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110532789105626751</id><published>2005-01-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:31:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Perfect by Ingram Hill</title><content type='html'>Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;When I climb into bed with her at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;But she's not&lt;br /&gt;She's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she knows she drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just bats her eyes like she's my baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me&lt;br /&gt;She's not the most proper lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;She's so close to being everything&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;But she's not&lt;br /&gt;She's not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;I'm responsible for this crash&lt;br /&gt;So now I wollow around in this mess&lt;br /&gt;Into this lake of sour mashed&lt;br /&gt;Through my head the notion that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe shes not quiet honest with me&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I know theres someone else in her life&lt;br /&gt;When I climb into bed with her at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;She's so close to being everything&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;But shes not&lt;br /&gt;She's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;She's so close to being everything&lt;br /&gt;She's almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;But she's not&lt;br /&gt;She's not mine &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110532789105626751?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110532789105626751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110532789105626751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110532789105626751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110532789105626751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/almost-perfect-by-ingram-hill.html' title='Almost Perfect by Ingram Hill'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110508654232822162</id><published>2005-01-07T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:29:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Happy Birthday Best Friend*</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my best friend! I love her! Happy 22 to Boo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that. I am in love. I love him! He is my everything. I hope he knows that. I have never been happier in my life. Honey, you make life worth living. I can't be with out you! Love me forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110508654232822162?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110508654232822162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110508654232822162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110508654232822162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110508654232822162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-best-friend.html' title='*Happy Birthday Best Friend*'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110462663607439021</id><published>2005-01-01T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:43:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Just wishing everyone a Happy New Year and a Happy national hangover day! Happy 2005!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110462663607439021?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110462663607439021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110462663607439021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110462663607439021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110462663607439021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110401277870861341</id><published>2004-12-25T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T15:12:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays all</title><content type='html'>To all of you, no matter what you celebrate, Happy Holidays~ and Happy New Years! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110401277870861341?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110401277870861341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110401277870861341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110401277870861341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110401277870861341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays-all.html' title='Happy Holidays all'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110360816969315293</id><published>2004-12-20T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:49:29.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel loved</title><content type='html'>I just want my boy to know that I love him. And I'm so glad that I'm getting so much love from him! That's awesome! I love him so much! YOU ARE MY LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110360816969315293?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110360816969315293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110360816969315293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110360816969315293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110360816969315293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-loved.html' title='I feel loved'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110335208534065311</id><published>2004-12-17T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:41:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He loves me</title><content type='html'>Ha! I know he loves me! That's all that matters! I am so happy I could SCREAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110335208534065311?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110335208534065311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110335208534065311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110335208534065311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110335208534065311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/he-loves-me.html' title='He loves me'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110309824662634291</id><published>2004-12-15T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:10:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ME ME</title><content type='html'> 	This is me&lt;br /&gt;1. FULL NAME: Austen Marie &lt;br /&gt;2. AGE: 21&lt;br /&gt;3. BIRTHDAY: 06/26/1983&lt;br /&gt;4. STAR SIGN: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;5. LOCATION: SF, UT&lt;br /&gt;6. SEXUALITY: I like boys! Yay boys!&lt;br /&gt;7. PHOBIAS: I dislike snakes but I won't die....&lt;br /&gt;8. MEDICAL HISTORY: It's all good&lt;br /&gt;9. SIBLINGS: John (18) and KC (7)&lt;br /&gt;10. PARENTS: Just my dad now cuz my mom is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE DEEPER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. LOCATION OF EDUCATION Holmen High School! Go Vikings. And UVSC&lt;br /&gt;12. DEFINE YOURSELF IN 3 WORDS: Spunky/taken/bubbly&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DOES YOUR HOME LOOK LIKE: It's cute, and warm and cozy! &lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR LINENS/DUVET/BED SHEETS: Green or light blue or pale yellow&lt;br /&gt;15. FAVORITE CHEESE: Yay Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVORITE FAST FOOD/TAKE AWAY: Yay BK!&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT: Photography&lt;br /&gt;18. FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;19. TV SHOW: Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;20. FILM: Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR APPEARANCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. MOST WORN SCHOOL SHOES: The blue ones, or Boo's shoes&lt;br /&gt;22. SAUCIEST KNICKERS/UNDIES: That is for me to know and you to find out&lt;br /&gt;23. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR, IF SO, WHAT COLOR: just red highlighs, oh and that one time I had blonde in it....&lt;br /&gt;24. BEST SOCKS: CUTE SOCKS! &lt;br /&gt;25. HEIGHT AND EYE COLOR: 5'3" blue/grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SONGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. YOUR TOP 3 ARTISTS: Hot Action Cop/ Ryan Cabrera/ Queen&lt;br /&gt;27. ALBUMS YOU'RE MOST INTO: The mixes my best friend made me&lt;br /&gt;28. SINGER/ARTIST YOU WANT TO MEET MOST: Steven Tyler&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE DIRTY LYRIC(S): "Strokin' "&lt;br /&gt;30. NAME 3 SONGS BEGINNING WITH THE LETTER 'S': Santira, Shut up, Sugar&lt;br /&gt;31. WOULD YOU LIKE TO MARRY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;32. IF YES, WOULD YOU PROPOSE, OR THEM: He had better do it, I won't&lt;br /&gt;33. SOMEONE EVER WRITE A LOVE LETTER/SONG FOR YOU: Yes&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU EVER FALLEN IN LOVE: Yes&lt;br /&gt;35. ARE YOU A ROMANTIC: I guess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LUST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. ARE YOU A VIRGIN: Not for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT IS YOUR TURN ON: um...ask my man!&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DO NAUGHTY THINGS IN PUBLIC: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;39. WHEN YOU KISS, DO YOU TILT LEFT OR RIGHT: Right&lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU HAVE A HIGH LIBIDO: Yes, but what is normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. NAME YOUR BEST FRIENDS: Andrea and Sandy&lt;br /&gt;42. DO YOU HAVE A FRIEND YOU HAVENT SEEN IN A WHILE: Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;43.OUT OF YOUR FRIENDS, WHO IS:&lt;br /&gt;THE JOKER: Melissa &lt;br /&gt;THE DITZY BLONDE: Sandy, No offence hun!&lt;br /&gt;THE OBSESSIVE: um....he's my man so I won't say&lt;br /&gt;THE MOTHER FIGURE: Sandy's mom or Andrea's mom &lt;br /&gt;44. HAVE YOU EVER FANCIED A FRIEND: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;45. WHICH FRIEND(s) HAVE YOU KNOWN THE LONGEST: Andrea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.DO YOU LIKE GREENDAY: Yup&lt;br /&gt;47.DO YOU OWN A HOODIE: Yes and I want to have my man's too!&lt;br /&gt;48.HOW DO YOU KILL A LOBSTER: set it free the poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;49.DO YOU KNOW ANYONE OVER 6ft OR 182.88cm: Yup lots of them&lt;br /&gt;50. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PIGEONS: Yay for pigeons...wait...&lt;br /&gt;51.BEST COLOR LIPGLOSS: anything yummy!&lt;br /&gt;52.HAVE YOU STARTED/STOPPED/TRIED SMOKING: Tried *ducks so noone will hit her*&lt;br /&gt;53.HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN DRUNK AND STRIPPED: Not drunk, stripped yes&lt;br /&gt;54.NAME ONE FRIEND WHO LIVES ABROAD: Lea! I miss you&lt;br /&gt;55. WOULD YOU EVER SMOKE WEED: No&lt;br /&gt;56. YOUR VIEWS ON POLE LICKING: don't do it in the cold, your tounge will get stuck&lt;br /&gt;57. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOURE DRUNK: I don't get drunk, well, unless you count when I'm with my best friend, she has a drunken effect on people&lt;br /&gt;58. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO FOR YOU CAREER: Photographer&lt;br /&gt;59. FAVORITE WORDS: Chahoots&lt;br /&gt;60. WHEN YOU DIE, WILL YOU BE BURIED OR CREMATED: Buried&lt;br /&gt;61. 3 THINGS THAT YOU OWN THAT ARE MULTICOLORED: a shirt, socks and CD's&lt;br /&gt;62.HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SUICIDAL: yes&lt;br /&gt;63.WHAT OR WHO DO YOU REGULARLY DREAM ABOUT: The one I love, or my friends&lt;br /&gt;64.YOUR FAVORITE HOT DRINK: Cocoa&lt;br /&gt;65.FAVORITE BISCUIT/COOKIE: Mmm cookies!&lt;br /&gt;66. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS: No&lt;br /&gt;67.NAME ONE SINGLE THAT YOU BOUGHT THAT WENT TO NUMBER ONE: Don't know&lt;br /&gt;68.LUCKY NUMBERS: 7, 21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110309824662634291?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110309824662634291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110309824662634291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110309824662634291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110309824662634291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-me-me.html' title='ME ME ME'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110257520669584322</id><published>2004-12-09T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:53:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking. In fact I can't get him out of my head. He's all I think about...I don't know what to do. I like thinking about him...that makes me happy. I just wish that I knew if he thinks about me as much. I told him how I felt about him, and found out how he feels about me. I know now but I am scared. It's strange to feel this way. But I like it. I like how he makes me feel. There are butterflies inside me and I am so  happy. I haven't felt like this for a long time. It's like being on a sugar high that last all day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy? This is so strange. Where is this going? Where is he taking me? I don't know. I want to sit back and enjoy the ride....tell me, is that a good idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110257520669584322?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110257520669584322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110257520669584322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110257520669584322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110257520669584322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110236021138546706</id><published>2004-12-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:10:11.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written for me</title><content type='html'>This was written for me by a very special person. I know it won't mean as much to you as it did to me but it made my day! Thank you for your sweetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far &lt;br /&gt;the sky is blue &lt;br /&gt;so far &lt;br /&gt;an everlasting blue &lt;br /&gt;so far &lt;br /&gt;the blue that reaches beyond &lt;br /&gt;so far &lt;br /&gt;reaches to you &lt;br /&gt;so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky I see &lt;br /&gt;the sky you see &lt;br /&gt;so close &lt;br /&gt;the blue that reaches beyond &lt;br /&gt;so close &lt;br /&gt;the blue that unites &lt;br /&gt;so close &lt;br /&gt;the blue that floats and supports &lt;br /&gt;so close &lt;br /&gt;the blue sky &lt;br /&gt;so far &lt;br /&gt;so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110236021138546706?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110236021138546706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110236021138546706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110236021138546706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110236021138546706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/written-for-me.html' title='Written for me'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110235996004817339</id><published>2004-12-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:06:00.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He walked in and changed it all</title><content type='html'>Well there I go again. I've meet a guy. Not just any guy, he's amazing. He always knows what to say and always puts a smile on my face. Can this be happening? Can I be falling this hard this fast? AHHHH! I don't know what to do. It's so confusing. I don't do this. I don't let this happen to me! Someone tell me what I'm doing is crazy...but then again if this is crazy commit me. Nobody has made me has happy as he does! I am in a constant state of happiness when I talk to him. I think about him a lot! It's insane! It's like he walked into my world just to shake it up and show me there is so much for me out there! I'd love to hug him and tell him thanks but I can't. Oh the day I get to will be so nice. I will hug him as long as he'll let me. If I feel this way now, wow is it going to change then! Someone stop the butterflies! I won't say love just yet but I love the way he makes me feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop." --  Henry Mencken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives." --  Bertrand Russell  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say and to finish without knowing what you have written." --  Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110235996004817339?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110235996004817339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110235996004817339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110235996004817339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110235996004817339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/he-walked-in-and-changed-it-all.html' title='He walked in and changed it all'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110210370430492449</id><published>2004-12-03T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T12:55:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithless</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to have faith in anything anymore. Christmas is going to be bunk with out my mom. I hate this. I don't know if I even have feeling anymore. I feel numb. Not just because it's freezing outside but I feel numb inside too. Like there is a big empty hole or void. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Void&lt;/span&gt; :Noun 1. a. An empty space. b. A vacuum. 2. An open space or a break in continuity; a gap. 3. A feeling or state of emptiness, loneliness, or loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that way. Number three the most I don't know how to feel. I'm sure that's bad and all but this sucks. I want to curl up into a hole and just rot. Hardly anything makes me feel better. I have the overwelming feeling of pain. People always want to say things to make you happy, but lots of the time it only makes it worse. Everything now is so confusing. I'm so lost. So confused. Someone take my hand and show me how to go and where I'm going. Bring light into this dark world. Save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it." --  W. Somerset Maugham &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like a Ferrari, it goes too fast. But that's ok, because you can't afford it anyway." --  Jim Davis  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who are fit to live do not fear to die. And none are fit to die who have shrunk from the joy of life and the duty of life. Both life and death are parts of the same great adventure." --  Theodore Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out."&lt;br /&gt;--  Oliver Wendell Holmes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110210370430492449?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110210370430492449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110210370430492449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110210370430492449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110210370430492449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/faithless.html' title='Faithless'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110195123459448184</id><published>2004-12-01T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T18:33:54.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>So my mother passed away November 21, 2004 at 5:00PM CST. It's so sad. I know she's not suffering but I hate being with out her. There have been so many times I wanted to call her but I know she won't be there. I miss her so much. I didn't know if i should be upset or mad or what.I just can't tell anyone how I feel. I feel like noone understands. I know they try but nothing helps. I just want to scream! I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I want to throw myself into a hole that will consume me.I want my life to be over, there is no life with out her.I feel as if my soul has been ripped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have Boo I don't know what I'd do. She's been my life line. And planning her wedding makes it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life as it is to end. I want to be happy. Is there a way for that to happen? Can I be happy? Why is life so confusing? I have morbid thoughts. I want to die. I want to slit my thin existance from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone who called and has been there for me....Life sucks and noone loves me...Love suck...you fall and get hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110195123459448184?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110195123459448184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110195123459448184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110195123459448184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110195123459448184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-110100345235753812</id><published>2004-11-20T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T19:17:32.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a long time for me to not write. I'm doing ok. Made it home safe from my parents with a pit stop in Chicago and in Denver. I am recovering from being sick. I hope that I'll get back to writing soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's condition has gotten worse. She sleeps almost all day, accept when dad gives her meds. My little bro is still moving to Cali and I worry about him. My other brother is doing well in second grade! Yay him. He still hopes mom will get better, how sad that she won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold here, sweater weather! Someone hug me it's way to cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-110100345235753812?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/110100345235753812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=110100345235753812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110100345235753812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/110100345235753812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-109927674620225586</id><published>2004-10-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T19:39:06.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day comes closer</title><content type='html'>The day that I leave gets closer and closer. It's hard to believe I've been here for so long. Other times it seems that I've only just gotten here. I'm so tired and worn out. I want to sleep for a month. I'm worn so thin. I hardly know what to do anymore. I don't know weather leaving is a good idea, but I don't think I could possibally stay any longer. I know that being here has helped dad and has let me have some time with my mom. I am greatful for that but am ready to go. I need to make this drive alone because I need time to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad for the friends I have here. They have been such a blessing to me. They are my sanity. Thanks to all of you. I need you all so much. Andrea thank you for all you've done. Thank you for being there night after night. Thank you a million times. I can never repay you. I don't even know how to start. I am so greatful for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holloween all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-109927674620225586?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/109927674620225586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=109927674620225586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109927674620225586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109927674620225586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-comes-closer.html' title='The day comes closer'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-109884752420186973</id><published>2004-10-26T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:25:24.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Add one more</title><content type='html'>I did see the movie "IT" when I was like five, and that did scare me, I don't know if it would now but then it did. I don't really like clowns they tend to really frighten me now and I don't do that whole "clown" thing at all. So there is number three. What a bad thing to show to a five year old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the previews for "Saw" yes, I saw them, kinda ironic isn't it?? But it does look pretty good. Altho I don't know if I'll go to see it. Anyone got another I can try on for size?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-109884752420186973?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/109884752420186973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=109884752420186973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109884752420186973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109884752420186973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/10/add-one-more.html' title='Add one more'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-109865046925067546</id><published>2004-10-24T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:41:09.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>It just hit me. There have only been two movies that have ever really scared me. Not that fake scared when you go somewhere with a boy you like just so you can hold his hand cuz you're scared...I mean freeked out beyond all get out. &lt;br /&gt;1. House on Haunted Hill (1999)&lt;br /&gt;2. What Lies Beneath (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truely these have been the only two movies that scared me. And I don't think they could even scare me anymore...who knows....Are there even any good scary movies out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-109865046925067546?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/109865046925067546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=109865046925067546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109865046925067546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109865046925067546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-109859859037069288</id><published>2004-10-24T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T00:16:30.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>The most random things seem to happen at the most random times. Today a friend and I went to Perkin's to eat and there we saw some friends. They were with my old boyfriend and that was a bit wierd. I also saw an old friend. He walked right up and huged me. I didn't know it was him at first...so that scared me at first. It was strange and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for mom she's doing ok, she seems to be holding on to something...I wish i knew what it was. Then I could help it happen so she wouldn't suffer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that me getting in an arguement with Timmo won't ruin my friendship with Boo. I feel like I've lost her. She seems so distant. I don't know what I could have done different but all I can say is I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. Please talk to me. I need you now in my life. Please don't go when I need you most. If you want me to make up with him I will. If you want to not talk tho, please tell me. I know it will hurt but I can take it. I don't want to come between you and him. I don't want to ruin everything...all I want is my friend to be honest with me. So please...just tell me the truth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-109859859037069288?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/109859859037069288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=109859859037069288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109859859037069288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109859859037069288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/10/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-109790578333079104</id><published>2004-10-16T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:49:43.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to scream, and make the whole world vanish. Have you ever wanted to curl up in a ball and stop everything from moving exept the slow inhale and exhale of what could be your very last breath? Why is it that now when things look so bad that all that seems right is to just scream and sob and make everything stop? Why is the best feeling numb, where you can't feel a thing? I want to be numb so badly, I want to be numb, please let it end. No more pain, I can't take anymore pain...it must stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-109790578333079104?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/109790578333079104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=109790578333079104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109790578333079104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109790578333079104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/10/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153083.post-109759207633760943</id><published>2004-10-12T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T08:41:16.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In October</title><content type='html'>Well it's October for sure now. It's cooled off and foggy and reminds me a lot of what I think of when I think of Halloween. I do so enjoy the fall. I love it lots. The way everything just seems calm and still. The way the sunlight bounces of the fog and the air is cool and crisp. I think that in October the weather is the best. I love October. It's like the perfect month. And I love pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again congrats Boo and Timmo. And yes Boo I've known for quite awhile. It was a whole lot of fun. I hope that it was worth it ;) as if I didn't know it was. I hope that we'll get to have lots of fun planning you wedding! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing alright, She's just taking it one day at a time, her speach has gotten harder to understand but nothing we can't handle. She does understand more then I give her credit for sometimes and that always makes me laugh. When I told her about Boo and Timmo she said "Well for even sakes, Yay for Boo!" I couldn't help but laugh when she started clapping! I'm so happy for you two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153083-109759207633760943?l=rdaot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/feeds/109759207633760943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153083&amp;postID=109759207633760943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109759207633760943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153083/posts/default/109759207633760943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdaot.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-october.html' title='In October'/><author><name>Hoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498522890625394551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
