<?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-6917134</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:14:03.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SSCD</title><subtitle type='html'>ShariSoupCaroD's blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>688</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-112075220862156249</id><published>2005-07-07T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:03:28.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I go on vacation to London and when it is my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;This is also the most horrifying event I have ever witnessed, as I was in the middle of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Blasts Set Off Chaos, Confusion&lt;br /&gt;Thursday July 7, 2005 2:01 PM&lt;br /&gt;AP Photo LJRM117&lt;br /&gt;By DONNA BRYSON&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;LONDON (AP) - Buses had to be used as ambulances. An emergency medical station was set up at a hotel. Rescue workers, police and ordinary people streamed into the streets to help.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly simultaneous blasts at subway stations and on a red double-decker bus brought chaos to the streets of London.&lt;br /&gt;Ambulances sped from the wreckage of the bus torn apart by a blast near central London's Russell Square. Its mangled upper deck was open to the sky and debris littered the street. The facade of a nearby building was blackened and scarred by shrapnel.&lt;br /&gt;Buses were pressed into service as ambulances as dozens of casualties were taken to hospitals. At the scene of several blasts, specialist emergency workers in orange biochemical suits searched for evidence of biological, chemical or nuclear agents.&lt;br /&gt;At the London Hospital, a medic pumped the chest of a man who lay on a stretcher, clothes ripped and body blackened.&lt;br /&gt;``There was an explosion and the flash of flames down the side of the train,'' said Derek Price, 55, who was on a subway train near Liverpool Street station. ``It was all very quick - a loud bang happened in a matter of seconds.''&lt;br /&gt;Emergency workers set up a medical command post in a Hilton hotel near Edgware Road subway station, where an explosion ripped through a crowded train.&lt;br /&gt;Deep undergound, a Swedish woman riding the subway toward the station said she heard the blast behind her train.&lt;br /&gt;``Everything went black, and people threw themselves to the floor in panic,'' Cornelia Berg told Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet by phone.&lt;br /&gt;``The car quickly filled with smoke and a lot of people used their umbrellas to try to break the windows so that we could get air. A mother with her two small children sat next to me and cried desperately.''&lt;br /&gt;When passengers were evacuated, there were body parts scattered around them, she said.&lt;br /&gt;Another Tube passenger, American Sean Barron, 20, said he helped treat the wounded at Edgware Road station.&lt;br /&gt;``One gentleman told me that the floor of the train he was on was blown out, it was just gone. I believe another gentleman was ejected from the train,'' he said.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Lewis, 32, was evacuated from a subway train at King's Cross station and described a scene of panic as medics tended to casualties brought to a ticket hall.&lt;br /&gt;``People were covered in black soot and smoke. People were running everywhere and screaming. It was chaos,'' he said. ``... The one haunting image was someone whose face was totally black and pouring with blood.''&lt;br /&gt;As police shut down subways and buses across the city, central London streets became all but empty of traffic. Some commuters tried to make their way to work or home on foot. Groups gathered around corner shops with televisions, watching in silence pictures of a mangled red bus.&lt;br /&gt;The mood was somber and subdued, but there was little outright panic in a city that had celebrated winning the 2012 Olympic Games only a day before. People tried to call loved ones on cell phones, and many loaned their phones so strangers could make calls.&lt;br /&gt;``They've been talking about this kind of thing in London, but you never think it's really going to happened,'' said Biage Arnold, a transport worker at Euston Station, near the site of the Russell Square bus blast.&lt;br /&gt;``Yesterday we were quite glad that we got the Olympic bid,'' said her colleague Arvind Mavji. ``Today we are wonderng if it was worth it.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-112075220862156249?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/112075220862156249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/112075220862156249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-what-happens-when-i-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111939555710486694</id><published>2005-06-21T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:12:37.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to my going away get together.  It will begin at 7pm at my house as a prebar of sorts.  I willl provide snacks, but bring some alcohol please.  Then I would like to go out to a bar.  There could possibly be an Abar, so be prepared. &lt;br /&gt;I leave in less then 2 weeks and I would like to see everyone on this blog before I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111939555710486694?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111939555710486694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111939555710486694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-to-my-going-away-get-together.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111896979897448680</id><published>2005-06-16T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:56:38.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pictures.sprintpcs.com/i/75273590277_3300_1.jpg?" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe they're trying to poison me :'-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111896979897448680?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111896979897448680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111896979897448680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-maybe-theyre-trying-to-poison.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111765655733583428</id><published>2005-06-01T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:09:17.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think most of us already have enough crap, but my friend Yotchi is moving back to Japan and is trying to get rid of her inkjet printer and her microwave--both free. I'm sure they both work great, because she and her husband are responsible adults who take care of their belongings. If you want these things, let me know before June 10th. Also, I checked, and D is not going to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111765655733583428?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111765655733583428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111765655733583428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-most-of-us-already-have-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111688525714544400</id><published>2005-05-23T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:54:17.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a world of discomfort and pain right now. I've just gone through six hours of being prodded, penetrated, and poked pretty much everywhere you can think of. Eight weeks later and they still have no answers. I do, however, get to take some more pills now. I know you all wanted to hear about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111688525714544400?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111688525714544400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111688525714544400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-in-world-of-discomfort-and-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111644182047364716</id><published>2005-05-18T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:43:40.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71088561@N00/14517328/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/14517328_c7d3eb23db_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71088561@N00/14517328/"&gt;happy summer&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/71088561@N00/"&gt;perplespoon&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111644182047364716?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111644182047364716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111644182047364716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer!'/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111609161496357906</id><published>2005-05-14T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:26:54.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is dah-t's the same as dotty's?  If it is not I have no idea what you are talking about.   Whereever you want to go is fine, I will be able to find something I can eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111609161496357906?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111609161496357906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111609161496357906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-dah-ts-same-as-dottys-if-it-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111602792258028816</id><published>2005-05-13T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:45:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wait, you're a vetrinarian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111602792258028816?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111602792258028816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111602792258028816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-wait-youre-vetrinarian.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111602754118581927</id><published>2005-05-13T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:39:01.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday is Dah-T's cheap enough? If not, I'll pay. I'm making the big dollars now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111602754118581927?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111602754118581927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111602754118581927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-sunday-is-dah-ts-cheap-enough-if.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111586582231218397</id><published>2005-05-11T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:45:28.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/11/nyregion/11fortune.html"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111586582231218397?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111586582231218397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111586582231218397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111569010168454194</id><published>2005-05-09T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:55:01.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. D- are you coming to madison or do I have to drive to Minnesota for lunch.  Where will lunch take place?  Somewhere cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  That leads me to number two.  No one can call me before 9pm anymore.  I went extremely over on my minutes and am now paying a full paycheck to pay my phone bill.  Oh- if you are sprint you can call me anytime and anytime on the weekends as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I had my last day of Families and Schools Together today!!!!  I no longer have my weeknights filled with children and families and schools and teachers.  I am now free to do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111569010168454194?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111569010168454194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111569010168454194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111565541349220025</id><published>2005-05-09T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:16:53.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shari I'm inviting you to lunch this Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111565541349220025?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111565541349220025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111565541349220025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/shari-im-inviting-you-to-lunch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111559934081958679</id><published>2005-05-08T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:42:20.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>six flags?  i'm totally in.   pick a day so i can take off work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111559934081958679?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111559934081958679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111559934081958679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/six-flags-im-totally-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jennyflu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04806954140015247740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111559836820391974</id><published>2005-05-08T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:26:08.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer text message.  Funny story actually.  I thought that texting was included in my plan.  Then I receive an 80 dollar phone bill.  Turns out text messaging was not included.  I will call you later this week, becuase right now I am going to go work out while watching desperate housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lemony Snicketts last night and I did not really like it.  Did anyone else feel that way?  I guess it may be b/c I do not completely understand, which is kinda sad since it is a kids movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111559836820391974?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111559836820391974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111559836820391974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/thanks-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111559405541599922</id><published>2005-05-08T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:14:15.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D keeps calling and not leaving messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Six Flags on either May 21 or 22.  I want to get a bunch of people to go.  Who wants in?  It would be sooooooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my 4th year of college.  whoo-hooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111559405541599922?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111559405541599922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111559405541599922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/d-keeps-calling-and-not-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111538564808809948</id><published>2005-05-06T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:20:48.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of Sunday I will be completely done with my 4th year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 2 mos I will be in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to party next week, during the week!, who's in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111538564808809948?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111538564808809948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111538564808809948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-of-sunday-i-will-be-completely-done.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111535457919678212</id><published>2005-05-05T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:42:59.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm testing out of fourth semester Spanish tomorrow morning. EVERYONE WISH ME LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111535457919678212?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111535457919678212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111535457919678212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-testing-out-of-fourth-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111530994488069347</id><published>2005-05-05T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:19:04.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stayed up all night last night for the second time this week! It makes me really hungry when I do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111530994488069347?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111530994488069347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111530994488069347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-stayed-up-all-night-last-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111530866070037224</id><published>2005-05-05T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T10:57:40.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling tons better.  now i just have to get through the last week of doing stuff and i'll be the happiest girl.  how is everyone doing with the last two days of school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111530866070037224?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111530866070037224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111530866070037224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-feeling-tons-better.html' title=''/><author><name>jennyflu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04806954140015247740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111518849808981646</id><published>2005-05-04T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:34:58.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cancer at 16 might have been the worst tragedy of all. i feel better now, but it made me throw up and have a hoarse throat until yesterday. how is your head, jenny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111518849808981646?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111518849808981646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111518849808981646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/cancer-at-16-might-have-been-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111509167273787448</id><published>2005-05-02T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:41:12.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember thinking I had cancer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111509167273787448?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111509167273787448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111509167273787448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-remember-thinking-i-had-cancer.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111483714079503123</id><published>2005-04-29T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:59:00.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was 16 I had an aspirin burn a hole in my esophagus. The doctor gave me chalky liquid to drink but I couldn't because it was white. It healed by itself after a few weeks all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111483714079503123?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111483714079503123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111483714079503123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-i-was-16-i-had-aspirin-burn-hole.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111479784908247380</id><published>2005-04-29T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:04:09.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from the doctor.  my second concussion in just over two months.  i think i've been beaten in the competition of me vs. paved roads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscle relaxers make me feel insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111479784908247380?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111479784908247380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111479784908247380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-just-got-back-from-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>jennyflu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04806954140015247740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111478737531318393</id><published>2005-04-29T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:09:35.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It means a lot, Jenny. I'm glad you could come see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Has anyone else ever gotten a pill stuck in his/her throat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It happened to me three days ago and the huge glass of water I swallowed in one gulp came about ten minutes too late. I'm still feeling the effects. This is probably the worst thing that could happen to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Except that I also lost and need to have replaced my check card for maybe the sixth time since I've had one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning the toilet seat smashed down on my hand too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got off the bus last night with a kid after chatting with him the entire ride, and his house was right by the bus stop. His roommates were waiting on the 3rd floor porch with a bucket. They yelled vulgar names at him and then threw the contents of the bucket on him, which was a heap of water. It landed on him perfectly squarely. I could hardly believe it. At least that was pretty good . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111478737531318393?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111478737531318393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111478737531318393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-means-lot-jenny.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111464007019547622</id><published>2005-04-27T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:14:30.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do have to say, the bracelets are my new favorite local band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111464007019547622?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111464007019547622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111464007019547622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-do-have-to-say-bracelets-are-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>jennyflu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04806954140015247740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111400660613061173</id><published>2005-04-20T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:16:46.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, Friday the 22nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111400660613061173?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111400660613061173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111400660613061173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-friday-22nd.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111397169817842596</id><published>2005-04-19T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:34:58.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met this girl who's just turned 20 and is going to graduate with a double major in polisci and paralegal. What is that, seriousness? I've figured out how to finish my degree and I'm starting in a month. It'll take me until December to get an associates so I can go on and finish it somewhere else. This I guess I'll do unless school is, once yet again, beyond intolerable at which point I'll take the money I've saved and boot it. The latter I see as more likely. There's always hope. Nevertheless I'll leave someday. I have to. This place is normal again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111397169817842596?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111397169817842596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111397169817842596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-met-this-girl-whos-just-turned-20.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111397155207130474</id><published>2005-04-19T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:32:32.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 3 and a half more weeks, no more college? These are really weird times. Unlike some others here, I haven't purchased any clothing in months. Soon I may need a business suit, though. I guess I'm saving up for that. Oh wait, I did purchase a black gown, size "200 pounds or less" the other week, and a matching hat. I came here tonight to say something. That thing is that "please come to my band's concert." We are playing a few songs in the public for the first time. It's at 10 and we will be first. It's at the SLLipper CLLub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111397155207130474?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111397155207130474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111397155207130474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-3-and-half-more-weeks-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111309627087487145</id><published>2005-04-09T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:24:30.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got those shoes.  The ones from Urban and they fucking rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was leaving for Cape Town Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111309627087487145?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111309627087487145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111309627087487145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-got-those-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111293456184272322</id><published>2005-04-07T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T23:29:21.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new shirt and am on a month long regimen of meds for some painful affliction. I've started in with the high calorie diet but since I work 10 hours each day I don't have the energy or means to be bothered with keeping track. It probably won't go over well. I've lost my favorite black hat. I bought some new jeans on ebay -- totally queer. With my tax return I'll be able to pay off a largish chunk of my outstanding student debt and be on my way to saving for my big exit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111293456184272322?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111293456184272322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111293456184272322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-got-new-shirt-and-am-on-month-long.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111289599916933331</id><published>2005-04-07T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:46:39.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to turn this blog into my random rambling blog.  Essentially that is what it has turned into anyway.  Even my D does not blog anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111289599916933331?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111289599916933331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111289599916933331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-decided-to-turn-this-blog-into.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111289592444534332</id><published>2005-04-07T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:45:24.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Other News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah had her beutiful baby girl yesterday morning at 7:41 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being biased when I say she (who is as of yet still nameless) is the smartest, prettiest baby in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not put into words the emotion I felt holding baby Davenport yesterday.  I start crying even thinking about her.  I already have so much love for this baby, it is unreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 8lbs, 5oz and has these huge beautiful blue eyes and a full head of strawberry blonde hair.  She is already trying to lift her head and arching her back- which is awesome.  She scored a perfect 10 on the Apgars scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever, but I just end up getting super gushy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111289592444534332?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111289592444534332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111289592444534332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-news-bekah-had-her-beutiful-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111289566395208774</id><published>2005-04-07T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:41:03.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trafficking&lt;br /&gt;16 and 17 year old girls from Central America are being trafficked to Chiapas, Mexico for prostitution. ("Women and Low Intensity Warfare," SIPAZ Report, Vol 3 No 1, January 1998)&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations now lists Mexico as the number one center for the supply of young children to North America. Most are sold to rich, childless couples unwilling to wait for bona fide adoption agencies to provide them with a child. The majority are sent to international pedophile organizations. Many times the children are snatched while on errands for their parents. Often they are drugged and raped. Most of the children over 12 end up as prostitutes. Hector Ramirez, a former deputy, or Mexican Member of Parliament, stated that "many of the state and city authorities [are] doing absolutely nothing to stop what is going on." (Allan Hall, The Scotsman, 25 August 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Case&lt;br /&gt;16 Mexicans have been indicted in Florida on trafficking charges. Between August 1996 and February 1998, at least 20 young Mexican women and minors were trafficked into Florida and South Carolina, United States under false pretenses of jobs, and forced into prostitution through debt bondage of US$2,000. The brothels were operated by "ticketeros" who collected fees and sold "tickets," usually in the form of condoms, which were exchanged for sex. The charge was usually US$20, of which the women received US$3 toward paying off the US$2000 debt. The brothel operators used violence to control the women. ("16 indicted in Mexican prostitution ring," United Press International, 23 April 1998) &amp; (Jim Loney, "US indicts 16 in Mexican prostitute slavery ring," Reuters, 23 April 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the homeless girls assisted by Casa Alianza programs in Mexico are victims of prostitution. ("The Situation of Street Children in Latin America," Bruce Harris, Executive Director, Latin American Programmes, Casa Alianza/Covenant House Latin America, 9 October 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Military personnel are prostituting Mexican women in Chiapas. Soldiers pay 100 pesos for virgins, 50 pesos for other girls, the prettiest are sold to high-ranking officers. Girls, 11-13 year olds, are sold by their fathers into prostitution. The girls are dishonored, while their fathers are not. ("Women and Low Intensity Warfare" SIPAZ Report Vol. 3 No 1 (January 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Case&lt;br /&gt;Twenty women who once worked in the lower house of Congress accuse the woman in charge of the pages of running a prostitution ring for lawmakers. Two former pages said Montes de Oca trained the women to "stick out their chests, hike up their skirts and smile at lawmakers." (Niko Price, Associated Press, 18 November 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Health and Well-being&lt;br /&gt;A large proportion of the minors used in the sex industry, catch sexually transmitted diseases which leave them infertile, others contract AIDS. Some 25 homeless children contracted AIDS in the past two years after being forced to engage in sexual activities. Many girls get pregnant, and are forced to have abortions. All suffer serious psychological consequences. Children in Mexico City and cities along the US border are at highest risk of sexual exploitation. (Ser Humano, Diego Cevallos, "Sterile at Age 12, AIDS at 14," IPS, 10 February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Policy and Law&lt;br /&gt;Mexico has no laws defining or sanctioning child prostitution and pornography as criminal activity. (Diego Cevallos, "Sterile at Age 12, AIDS at 14," IPS, 10 February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution is legal in Mexico except in brothels, bars, nightclubs or cabarets, thus forcing it onto the street. Pimping is against the law. (Rene Villegas, "Mexico City prostitutes protest new rules," Reuter, 3 September 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Women in prostitution in Mexico City now must follow a dress code, and are limited to within two main districts. (Associated Press, 3 September 1997) [catwlog9709a]&lt;br /&gt;The World Agency Against AIDS, a group claiming to represent 800 women in prostitution, signed a code of conduct agreement with Mexico City’s Cuanhtemoc district government. The new rules ban solicitation on the street from 6 a.m. to noon. The code does not address extortion from police, violent clients and the commissions demanded by hotel owners. (Ana Maria Casimiro, leader of La Merced prostitute’s group People of the World Against AIDS, Rene Villegas, "Mexico City prostitutes protest new rules," Reuters, 3 September 1997)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution Tourism&lt;br /&gt;Mexico is one of the favored destinations of pedophile sex tourists from Europe and the United States. ("Global law to punish sex tourists sought by Britain and EU," The Indian Express, 21 November 1997&lt;br /&gt;An estimated 5,000 children are currently involved in prostitution, pornography and sex-tourism in Mexico. Nearly 100 children and teenagers a month fall into the hands of the child prostitution networks which are mafias or organized crime syndicates. (Elena Azola, Diego Cevallos, "Sterile at Age 12, AIDS at 14," IPS, 10 February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;NGO Action&lt;br /&gt;300 participants of the National Meeting of Sex Workers in Mexico called for an end to police abuse and discrimination that has denied them everything from health care to basic dignity. One person said that they receive death threats from police. Prostitution is legal in Mexico, but brothels are not. (Dan Trotta, "Mexican prostitutes band together to demand rights", Reuters, 22 July 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Pornography&lt;br /&gt;In 1996 U.S. Postal Service announced that Mexico City was one of the leading producers of child pornography videos. (Diego Cevallos, "Sterile at Age 12, AIDS at 14," IPS, 10 February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Case&lt;br /&gt;Over Sea Service Mail Company produced pornographic videos using 7-11 year old children. Videos sold for $250 each. The list of clients included some 2,000 addresses all located in the U.S. (Diego Cevallos, "Sterile at Age 12, AIDS at 14," IPS, 10 February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;In 1996 Mexican authorities discovered a house in Acapulco where pornographic videos were filmed using children ranging in age from newborns to 18 year olds. Two U.S. citizens and four Mexicans were implicated. (Diego Cevallos, "Sterile at Age 12, AIDS at 14," IPS, 10 February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;In 1996, Mexican police broke up an international child pornography ring based in Acapulco which had at least 4,000 clients from the U.S. ("Mexico under fire over child abuse," BBC, 14 November 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Policy and Law&lt;br /&gt;Mexican justice system is inadequate to protect children from abuse such as child pornography. (Ofelia Calcetas-Santos, United Nations Special Rapporteur on the Sale of Children, Child Prostitution and and Child Pornography, "Mexico under fire over child abuse," BBC, 14 November 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Organized and Institutionalized Sexual Exploitation and Violence&lt;br /&gt;From June 1994-early January 1998, 45 females have been sequestered, wounded, tortured, raped, or murdered by military and paramilitary fighting in Chiapas. (Synopsis by Gloria Huretas de la Doble Jornada, 11 January 1998, Masiosare, 28 December 1997, the Information Service of Centro Agustin Pro Juarez &amp;amp; testimonies collected from women of San Cristobal"Chiapas: The Silenced Death, Geometric increments of violence against women in Chiapas")&lt;br /&gt;Policy and Law&lt;br /&gt;In mid-1997 the Mexican Supreme Court ruled that violently forcing a spouse to engage in sexual relations was not rape but the "undue exercise of a right." (Eduardo Molinay Vedia, "Mexico: Supreme Court Legitimises Rape of Spouses, Critics Say," InterPress Third World News Agency, 16 June 1997)&lt;br /&gt;On July 1991, Mexico revised its rape law, eliminating a provision that allowed a man who rapes a minor to avoid prosecution if he agrees to marry her. (Report of the Special Rapporteur, "Women and Violence," United Nations Department of Public Information, February 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Official Corruption and Collaboration&lt;br /&gt;Two Mexican Federal police officers have been jailed for the rape of a fourteen-year-old street girl, in a case pursued by Casa Alianza on behalf of the young girl, with the support of the Public Ministry. A recent court ruling, by the 12th Penal Judge of Mexico City, sentenced officer Perez Davila to eleven years imprisonment and officer Sanchez Ramirez to nine years and six months imprisonment. "In all too few cases these public figures are arrested and punished for their crimes. This is a sad reminder that the sexual abuse of children continues, but it is good to see that at times justice can prevail," said Bruce Harris the Regional Director of Casa Alianza in Latin America. ("Two Mexican Federal Police Officers Jailed for Raping Street Child," Press Release, Casa Alianza, 17 August 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was assigned for my abnormal psych class to read an article about this topic, but not this article.  My article had much higher stats that this and claimed that most of the men invloved in this are wealthy arrogant assholes that own the very hotels we go to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I were going to go to Mexico for our vaction before I leave, but I feel like now I would be supporting this horrible operation that is largely based on tourism.  How do I know if the owner of the resort we stay at is not involved in this hideous, disgusting business.  But then how do you know where else this is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111289566395208774?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111289566395208774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111289566395208774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/mexico-trafficking-16-and-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111249156704375960</id><published>2005-04-02T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:26:07.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls just wanna dance, dance and this applies to me.  This is where I am headed tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want gold glittery shoes.  I want the gold glittery shoes at Urban, without them being from Urban.  I hate that anything you buy on State Street will be worn by 20 other people on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat how was modeling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111249156704375960?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111249156704375960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111249156704375960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/girls-just-wanna-dance-dance-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111237578822812104</id><published>2005-04-01T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:21:16.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In her posting, Spears added: "P.S. People Magazine is great in my book!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally prefer US Weekly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111237578822812104?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111237578822812104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111237578822812104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-her-posting-spears-added-p.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111230475965688348</id><published>2005-03-31T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:32:39.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would just like to say that i do not understand girls that wear heels all the time. THEY ARE INSANE. my feet are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in preparation for the fashion show, i have been practicing walking around in heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. forget beauty is pain or some shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, hi! tell me a story. this blog is SO dead. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherock, i will still bake you cookies. what kind do you like? :) oh wait, but they have to be vegan ish? right? don't know if i can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111230475965688348?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111230475965688348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111230475965688348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-would-just-like-to-say-that-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111219923395796229</id><published>2005-03-30T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:13:53.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey D,&lt;br /&gt;saw you called.  I am not going to come on Saturday.  I do not need to see Colony of Watts and would  like to see you sometime when it can be more than a couple hours.  I do not really want to drive the 3 hrs to see Jordan's band.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat I have big feet sorry.  You can still make me cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111219923395796229?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111219923395796229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111219923395796229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-d-saw-you-called.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111214453735055107</id><published>2005-03-29T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:02:17.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY. do any of you have red or white heels in a 7.5 or 8 that i can borrow? PLEASE?? i am desperate. i am in this fashion show friday, and i really need theses shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can borrow me some, please call me ASAP. 608 441 8565&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love you forever and bake you cookies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111214453735055107?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111214453735055107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111214453735055107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111207299009651008</id><published>2005-03-28T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:09:50.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sher-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me. I'll go to Noner. I have plans on Saturday night but I can meet you before or after the show. LET ME KNOW. CALL ME ASAP LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111207299009651008?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111207299009651008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111207299009651008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/sher-b-call-me.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111206284750739374</id><published>2005-03-28T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:20:47.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bikram yoga has been kicking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape Town, South Africa better be worth all of my hard work.  I have been filling out paperwork for 2 hrs.  I am not even close to done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  Feel like meeting up with me in Winona on Saturday to see a Colony of Watts concert?   If you do I will hitch a ride with the band.  Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup.  I miss you.  I miss you a lot.  Remember all of my crushes I used to discuss with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny.  Jenny does not like to blog anymore b/c her name does not appear when she does.  Lets encourage Jenny to keep on posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question for everyone:&lt;br /&gt;What is a good date?  I mean besides movies and dinners.  I am always trying to think of new things to do.  Bowling-fun, but come on it is kind of gross.  Laser tag- not really my thing.  Hiking-want to do, just getting warm enough now.  I guess now that it is summer, the options are opening up. LIKE SWIMMING!!!!! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111206284750739374?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111206284750739374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111206284750739374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/bikram-yoga-has-been-kicking-my-ass_28.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111203241015854999</id><published>2005-03-28T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:53:30.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, new blog appearance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure Nicholas does exist anymore, I'm pretty sure he's been replaced by a self-imposed shut-in who wishes he had more time for reading, exercising and working.  He has all kinds of plans and hopes to accomplish them soon, including but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;Buying a house&lt;br /&gt;Learning to ride a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;Learning spanish&lt;br /&gt;Going to grad school&lt;br /&gt;Eating an entire fried fish at el Barco&lt;br /&gt;Vacationing in Japan&lt;br /&gt;Writing a book, or at least more articles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He misses everyone he used to see alot, which is pretty much everyone.  He works minimum 10 hour days now, but isn't complaining about it.  He gained 15 pounds after Christmas and doesn't fit into his best clothes anymore.  He considers quitting smoking every couple of days, but is putting it off.  He wants to go to Soundtrack of our Lives tonight, but would rather sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111203241015854999?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111203241015854999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111203241015854999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/whoa-new-blog-appearance.html' title=''/><author><name>No, I got the internet goin' nutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613415994269072950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111171844266891999</id><published>2005-03-24T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:40:42.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sherocket. it was nice to see you tooo. when school is done we should hang out. the beach party was...interesting. to say the least. heh. i fell off a stool, propositioned, drunk called the boy i've been...hanging out with a lot, and i broke 2 glasses at the slipper club from the stage. pretty impressive. :)&lt;br /&gt;d. come to madison again soon.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas. do you exist anymore? i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;anners. last night was off the hook. remembering slowly things i said. whoops.  can i just say i am super excited about the underwear party? hehehe. i can't wait to see a certain thing.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else. what's up? it's my birthday in 2.5 weeks. you all better celebrate with me, or i won't talk to you ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111171844266891999?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111171844266891999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111171844266891999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/sherocket.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111169482052657949</id><published>2005-03-24T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:07:00.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I refreshed the blog.  Maybe this will refresh people into blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111169482052657949?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111169482052657949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111169482052657949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-refreshed-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111169429038878118</id><published>2005-03-24T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:58:10.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nope.  The judge made a decision?  What was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a really fun game!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111169429038878118?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111169429038878118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111169429038878118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/nope.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111168712457586590</id><published>2005-03-24T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:58:44.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Th feeding tube?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111168712457586590?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168712457586590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168712457586590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/th-feeding-tube.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111168244479185018</id><published>2005-03-24T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:40:44.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 bucks to who guess what it was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111168244479185018?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168244479185018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168244479185018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/50-bucks-to-who-guess-what-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111168241887706607</id><published>2005-03-24T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:40:18.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read something that makes me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111168241887706607?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168241887706607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168241887706607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-read-something-that-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111168236537586939</id><published>2005-03-24T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:00:17.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Back in Madison. Had a bad day yesterday. Altough it started out great with 110 degree yoga for 90 minutes and is improving today b/c Tina Turner is on The View.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. D, I called you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Caroline- I have 2 overnights this weekend. One with Chris-ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so excited for a change in my life. Capetown is so close I can taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the album and you will know us by the Trail of Dead. I know it has been out for awhile, but I really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kat it was nice seeing you last night. Sorry there was tension in the house. There is a lot of things that have been shoved under the table for way two long. Hope you had fun at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Megadeath and Basil are trying to kill me. They take turns through out the night trying to lay on my face and suffocate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111168236537586939?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168236537586939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111168236537586939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111138007129250990</id><published>2005-03-20T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:41:11.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know I blog so infrequently, but when I do I just want to ramble on and on.  I apoligize for the irrelevent blogging on my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111138007129250990?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111138007129250990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111138007129250990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-i-blog-so-infrequently-but.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111137998352579867</id><published>2005-03-20T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:39:43.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot- my sister got a Yorkie.  It is here and it is 7 weeks old.  I have come close to stepping on it and squashing it multiple times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111137998352579867?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111137998352579867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111137998352579867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-forgot-my-sister-got-yorkie.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111137984004707932</id><published>2005-03-20T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:37:20.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I conquered an addiction today.  Well sort of.  I went shopping and did not buy anything.  The reason was though that I had just spent a small fortune a couple days ago.  My roomate, who could actually be in labor right now, works at the BOP warehouse and got me multiple pairs of jeans.  Still, I went shopping and did not buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am officially going to be living in South Africa from July until December.  Be happy for me, my boyfriend is not.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay, on my ride to Eau Claire, I heard a rumor that plane tickets to Japan are only 400.  I may come visit when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I are planning a vacation.  I want to go to Hawaii.  Jordan says we can not afford.  Help me prove him wrong.  Where do I find a cheap vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this obsession with the show the L Word.   The first season was on on demand, so I watched the entire first season in a few days.  Now the second season started and I have to wait a full week between episodes.  I am soooooooooo impatient.  The show is the best show on tv and I have crushes on two of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- I bought the Emma CD and it sounds like the 60's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Eau Claire right now and I am so bored.  I actually was looking for something to do today and finally decided on homework.  kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, my roomie is preggers and could be having her baby and I would not know because she thinks it is ridick that any of us would want to be at the hospital.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH-  On Friday I braved a blizzard.  We saw 3 semis in the ditch and at least 15 cars.  We drove 20 miles an hour for 2 hours.  And we watched Mean Girls on a huge computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111137984004707932?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111137984004707932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111137984004707932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-conquered-addiction-today.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111082589416990568</id><published>2005-03-14T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:44:54.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I appreciate that a lot, Burt. A question, though: just where do you keep all those necessities when you've got your tight ones on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey thanks for the cake Shari. You're a good girlfriend. And you look really good in eyeliner, which I am jealous about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Natron, I am sorry I didn't hang out with you very much this weekend, but you seemed to be doing alright. My roommate really likes you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111082589416990568?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111082589416990568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111082589416990568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-appreciate-that-lot-burt.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111057127357894401</id><published>2005-03-11T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:01:13.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spreading the love.&lt;br /&gt;I rediscovered how kick ass baggy jeans are today, since my tight pants (even tighter at the height of winter-fat) are in the wash queue.  I've got a cell phone, cigarettes, keys, check book, wallet and like 5 bucks in change all in my pockets and it doesn't feel all constraining.  Kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111057127357894401?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111057127357894401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111057127357894401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/spreading-love.html' title=''/><author><name>No, I got the internet goin' nutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613415994269072950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111051739580382978</id><published>2005-03-10T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:03:15.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She found the lonely sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111051739580382978?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111051739580382978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111051739580382978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/she-found-lonely-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-111044176914818190</id><published>2005-03-10T02:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T02:02:49.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T UPDATE THEIR BLOGS.  (can you hear me if i type in all caps david? justkiddingomgwtflolrotfl) the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-111044176914818190?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111044176914818190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/111044176914818190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-it-when-people-dont-update.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110997894604849596</id><published>2005-03-04T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T17:29:06.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I work the entire weekend.  Are you in Madison?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110997894604849596?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110997894604849596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110997894604849596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-work-entire-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110991337871345109</id><published>2005-03-03T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:16:18.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shari, I fixed it. Are you busy this weekend? My sister and I are watching both. NO JOKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110991337871345109?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110991337871345109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110991337871345109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/shari-i-fixed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110990544179663130</id><published>2005-03-03T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:04:01.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It keeps doing that with no pic  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110990544179663130?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110990544179663130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110990544179663130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-keeps-doing-that-with-no-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110990538141127704</id><published>2005-03-03T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:03:01.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Show me how to post pictures.  PLEASE.  &lt;img&gt;  Is that right?  Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Who are you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linds- I can not come on Saturday, thank you for the invite.  Tell Erin Happy Birthday and I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110990538141127704?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110990538141127704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110990538141127704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/show-me-how-to-post-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110990515642870987</id><published>2005-03-03T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:15:12.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish someone would have just seen me reading D's post. I started hypervenilating and screaming and jumping. I LOVE THE EWOKS!!!!!!!! I have seen all of the movies and whenever I talk about them, no one knows what I am talking about. Ewok Adventure and Battle for Endor- Fucking Awesome! Cindel is the cutest girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lgoldberg.com/Bylines%20Pages/star89ewok4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110990515642870987?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110990515642870987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110990515642870987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wish-someone-would-have-just-seen-me.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110983412247190077</id><published>2005-03-03T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T01:15:22.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: wicket was the brother dude&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: wicket was the ewok&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: i know&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: anyway his name was wicket w. warrick&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: the brother was noa&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: remember mace?!&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: THE BROTHER WAS MACE&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: no, he was the fucking morpheus of the exoks time&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: Noah was the old Quaker Oats man with the super fast guy&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: awwww shiiiiiiit&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: what?&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: the little oess!&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: you are right&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: the fast ass&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: tessa's face looks like that fast guy&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: I always said Tessa looked like an Ewok. Especially from behind.&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: NO SHE DOESN'T&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: The fucker had buck teeth.&lt;br /&gt;tHeOnEaNdOnLyRN: are you looking at our conversation&lt;br /&gt;oxygendrug: are you high?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110983412247190077?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110983412247190077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110983412247190077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/03/theoneandonlyrn-wicket-was-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110954063907737636</id><published>2005-02-27T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:43:59.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking of birthdays.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is around should scamper over to my house this Saturday the 5th because little Erin, our youngest baby roommate is going to be having a (21st) birthday party on that day. It's going to be jungle-themed, which will of course involve lots of foliage, fruit, flowers, fire, and...booze. Participation in the theme would be celebrated but is not required. My roommates and I will be animals. Maybe you could come as a flower or a tree. The possibilities are endless, really. There's a lot of stuff in jungles.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This party will also honor Mr. Matt Kowksi, whose b-day is on March 3rd (?) and Paul Steinhofel, whose falls on March 2nd. (Extra incentive to come and help these people along with their birthdaying!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110954063907737636?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110954063907737636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110954063907737636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/speaking-of-birthdays.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110912285577177510</id><published>2005-02-22T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:40:55.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I missed your birthday, D.  I was on vacation/kidnapped from reality from 12th through the 17th.  Will your Flickr album be my valentine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110912285577177510?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110912285577177510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110912285577177510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry-i-missed-your-birthday-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972232841592083477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110886899784518195</id><published>2005-02-19T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:09:57.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shari and or anni. i lost bekah's phone nbr (that annie just gave me) give her my address: 620 north carroll street, #811  thanx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110886899784518195?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110886899784518195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110886899784518195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/shari-and-or-anni.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110883844555036058</id><published>2005-02-19T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:40:45.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do a cheap hotel and a tight pair of jeans have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!MOORLLAB ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110883844555036058?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110883844555036058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110883844555036058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-do-cheap-hotel-and-tight-pair-of.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110842816348457714</id><published>2005-02-14T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:42:43.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oi. happy birthday d. i didn't know today was your birthday. but i wrote a really terrible poem in honor of this terrible holiday and your birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather outside is dreary&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it makes me kind of weary&lt;br /&gt;my head is in a muddle&lt;br /&gt;and all i want to do is cuddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh st valentine!&lt;br /&gt;what made you say be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this holiday&lt;br /&gt;even my cat runs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head aches&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling kinda nauseous&lt;br /&gt;and oh! my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm especially cautious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no love for me&lt;br /&gt;no one makes ME say wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but although i may be bitter&lt;br /&gt;i'm no quitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this game of love&lt;br /&gt;a little help from above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i'll just scrounge&lt;br /&gt;from the lava lounge&lt;br /&gt;some holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;with a beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just kiss me&lt;br /&gt;and try not to miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day!&lt;br /&gt;and may i say?&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason to be blue&lt;br /&gt;when i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day kids! if anyone wants to drink wine with me at my house, call me. 441 8565&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 katers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110842816348457714?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110842816348457714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110842816348457714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/oi.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110839944141164081</id><published>2005-02-14T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:44:01.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/4795443_6a8b77ea12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110839944141164081?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110839944141164081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110839944141164081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-d.html' title=''/><author><name>dr. j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282703304962418590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110808804271445635</id><published>2005-02-10T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:14:02.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sherock. you have the makings of a star. :) sorry i didn't rsvp. i thought i already told you i could come...whoops. sorry sugar. yeah, i am coming. ps i have NO IDEA what to get for the bebe! ugh. you should call me tonight. 608 441 8565 &lt;3 katers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110808804271445635?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110808804271445635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110808804271445635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/sherock.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110792129783367379</id><published>2005-02-08T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:54:57.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is Sharbare- if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction.  D. You totaly crash other peoples bikes.  True Statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was watching a man next to me working out.  He reminded me of my dad.  He had that fierce look of dedication in his eyes.  That dedication that can only be filled by weight lifting and creatine.  I bet that like my dad he spends four hours a day at the gym.  2 in the morning and two at night.  After we stood next to each other doing bicep curls for intervels of 2mins over 6 mins, me with 10 lbs, he with 100, he went to the desk at got a smootie.  20 mins later as I was leaving he had a group of 5 other large men surrounding him and laughing.  It felt like they were the cool kids at school that shared this hilarous secret that no one else knows even though it is completely obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110792129783367379?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110792129783367379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110792129783367379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-is-sharbare-if-you-must.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110791466947542519</id><published>2005-02-08T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:04:29.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACTUALLY that was 2004 and I'd forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110791466947542519?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110791466947542519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110791466947542519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/actually-that-was-2004-and-id.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110790296914894805</id><published>2005-02-08T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:49:29.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truth: d actually borrowed my bike for a while in 2003. d YOU LIAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110790296914894805?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110790296914894805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110790296914894805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/truth-d-actually-borrowed-my-bike-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dr. j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282703304962418590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110790084101466903</id><published>2005-02-08T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:14:01.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACTUALLY I haven't ridden a bike since the year like 2001.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110790084101466903?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110790084101466903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110790084101466903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/actually-i-havent-ridden-bike-since.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110789634864212686</id><published>2005-02-08T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:59:08.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caro- I got the job!!!!!! Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat the website is listed on here for the video, but here it is agian. &lt;a href="http://www.the3rdgallery.org"&gt;www.the3rdgallery.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- you ride bikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get my hair cut.  check you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110789634864212686?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110789634864212686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110789634864212686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/caro-i-got-job-yay-kat-website-is.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110788762157712568</id><published>2005-02-08T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:33:41.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shari - so far I can't get off of work :(  jobs are lame.  I'll keep trying and if I'm successful, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you are a masta playa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110788762157712568?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110788762157712568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110788762157712568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/shari-so-far-i-cant-get-off-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972232841592083477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110789052697581737</id><published>2005-02-08T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:22:06.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SharBear: Who's Jordan? Don't be lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110789052697581737?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110789052697581737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110789052697581737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/sharbear-whos-jordan-dont-be-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110787436698768048</id><published>2005-02-08T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T08:52:46.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D- our date is off.  I forgot that that day is Jordan's Birthday.  He was not happy with my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason- Sorry I thought it was noticeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110787436698768048?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110787436698768048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110787436698768048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/d-our-date-is-off.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110785123159606287</id><published>2005-02-08T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T02:27:11.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shari: The answer is yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110785123159606287?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110785123159606287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110785123159606287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/shari-answer-is-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110781541087922880</id><published>2005-02-07T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:30:10.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congratulations on your baby, shari. THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110781541087922880?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110781541087922880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110781541087922880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/congratulations-on-your-baby-shari.html' title=''/><author><name>dr. j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282703304962418590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110781296246132505</id><published>2005-02-07T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T15:49:22.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ann's apple crisp is the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a bottle of perfume today.  It came in the mail and is the first time I have ever won something.  D- was it you I was discussing this tragic dilema with?  So in response to my win I signed up for another sweepstakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days till baby shower. preperation, preperation, preperation .  Kat I need your rsvp as well as Carolines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110781296246132505?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110781296246132505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110781296246132505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/anns-apple-crisp-is-best-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110765378234312980</id><published>2005-02-05T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T19:36:22.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! You slut bags are still here! That's effing great! I wish I had a story... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I worked with this guy that I was friends with freshman year. It's weird how our paths keep crossing. He ended up being really good friends with my boyfriend Ari, freshman year and they lived together two years in a row. They still talk, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Ari chased a girl to Colorado right after he graduated. He's in love. It's wierd. I remember when I really believed that we would be together forever. And now I'm not even jelous. Good to know some feelings don't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that. I work too much and do homework too little. Can I graduate!!!! ***punk fists***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110765378234312980?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110765378234312980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110765378234312980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-you-slut-bags-are-still-here-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Anni Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12012282008959084417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110765228090332830</id><published>2005-02-05T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T19:11:20.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's with how brilliant the new Emma Bunton record is? Word on the street is it's more so than perfection: Spice World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110765228090332830?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110765228090332830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110765228090332830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-with-how-brilliant-new-emma.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110747669646903370</id><published>2005-02-03T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:24:56.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jay-ZN what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received my new iPod. I've been listening to all this music. It's sweet. Awesome. Incredible. I went for a run and HOLY SHIT there's a lady bug crawling on my hat. Is this really happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110747669646903370?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110747669646903370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110747669646903370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/jay-zn-what-time-is-it-ive-received-my.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110747110739480718</id><published>2005-02-03T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:53:04.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we met in a chat room&lt;br /&gt;now our love can fully bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sloop: obsess away with the flickr, which incidentally represents less than 50% of the photos i've taken so far. there are far too many to upload. flickr could definitely handle it, but i don't think i could handle labeling everything and swamping my internet(s) connection. hey you should put some of your pics up on flickr, didn't you get that digital from grzmsmth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i visited chuck last spring, those pics were just hibernating on the hard drive, so i decided to set them free. if i wanted to go super old school i could post pics from FDF tours and shows and studio time... but those pictures are kinda crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110747110739480718?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110747110739480718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110747110739480718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-met-in-chat-room-now-our-love-can.html' title=''/><author><name>dr. j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282703304962418590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110746563647232272</id><published>2005-02-03T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T15:20:36.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone for my outburst earlier this week.  I was being passive aggressive in my blogging and it had no relevence to any of you.  Kat- It had to do with a list that was posted on another blog that I thought was distaseful and I took it upon myself to stick up for a friend of mine that can stick up for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, my long lost friend Dave is in town from NYC.  He is one of the 2 who shot the music video I am in and he is having a screening.  I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning unrested.  My downstairs neighbors have late night drumming sessions.  They usaully occor 2 or 3 times a week after midnight.  This has been a problem b/c it keeps my second floor rommates up at night and sometime me and my 3rd floor rommies.  Last week Bekah went downstairs and stole their drumsticks.  This started a war with messages on cardboard being shoved into our mailbox.  We returned their sticks and apoligized so their would be no tension.  We thought that they would have got it.  Well they have continued to play. &lt;br /&gt;The thing is it does not really bother me- I can sleep through anything, but it really bothers my roomates.  SO last night Nicole decided that she would bake some cookies and write a note asking them to not play after 12 anymore.  We all agreed this would be the best way to handle this.  Before Nicole had the chance though- they started playing at 3:30 am last night.  My boyfriend was awoken and decided he would go downstairs and take care of it.  So he asked them to stop playing and they responded with who the fuck are you?  Jordan rsponded that it does not matter and he was pissed.  So he came back upstairs and they played a little longer.  How should we handle this sitation?  Some people have said that we should file a noise complaint and I do not want that kind of tension.  What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110746563647232272?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110746563647232272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110746563647232272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry-everyone-for-my-outburst-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110746199746487471</id><published>2005-02-03T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:19:57.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF?? what is wrong with that man? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,The day after the inauguration, January 21, the Bush Administration signed an agreement that allows factory farms to freely violate any and all clean air standards for the next two years, and forgives these same companies from paying fines for past air pollution violations. In exchange for the freedom to pollute without any restrictions, the deal "requests" that factory farms agree to monitor their air pollution and provide that data to the government. This "Dirty Air" agreement is outrageous, given that the Clean Air Act already requires factory farms to provide air pollution data, while also requiring facilities to adhere to clean air standards.Fortunately there is a 30 day public comment period (closing 2/12/2005). Please sign on to a petition in opposition. Petition and more information on this issue is available here: &lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/epa3.htm"&gt;http://www.organicconsumers.org/epa3.htm&lt;/a&gt;Please also forward this message to interested friends and colleagues. (source: Organic Consumers Association &lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/"&gt;http://www.organicconsumers.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110746199746487471?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110746199746487471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110746199746487471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/wtf-what-is-wrong-with-that-man.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110744965159564907</id><published>2005-02-03T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T10:54:11.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sure the world wide web is great,&lt;br /&gt;but you, you make me salvivate.&lt;br /&gt;always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason I have a new obsession with your flicker photos, I think mostly because I barely see you anymore and have no idea what you are up to most of the time.  For instance you visited Chuck?  Lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110744965159564907?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110744965159564907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110744965159564907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/sure-world-wide-web-is-great-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>No, I got the internet goin' nutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613415994269072950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110744665988104436</id><published>2005-02-03T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T10:04:19.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna hold your face and toast the snow that fell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110744665988104436?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110744665988104436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110744665988104436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-gonna-hold-your-face-and-toast-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110742913094204777</id><published>2005-02-03T05:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T05:12:10.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF are y'all talking about? i am so lost. sharbear, let's start with you. what are you talking about? *hearts* ~ kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110742913094204777?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110742913094204777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110742913094204777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/wtf-are-yall-talking-about-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110735327045362730</id><published>2005-02-02T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T08:07:50.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i love technology&lt;br /&gt;but not as much as you you see&lt;br /&gt;but still i love technology&lt;br /&gt;always and forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110735327045362730?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110735327045362730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110735327045362730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/yes-i-love-technology-but-not-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>dr. j</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14282703304962418590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110731600313021442</id><published>2005-02-01T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:53:55.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The defect in that one is bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110731600313021442?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110731600313021442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110731600313021442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/defect-in-that-one-is-bleach.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110731522734744643</id><published>2005-02-01T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:33:47.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...this one tastes like the cow got into an onion patch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110731522734744643?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110731522734744643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110731522734744643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691227411044664535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc-donate.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110731272906578874</id><published>2005-02-01T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:52:09.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110731272906578874?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110731272906578874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110731272906578874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>kiirby puckiit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110730912950579843</id><published>2005-02-01T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:59:04.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I read that list again and I am really agitated about it. I think that the person who wrote it needs to learn how to stop kissing so much ass and to start being nicer to people. If Brett saw that list his feelings would be very hurt. It is almost like when she would bring cookies over and write the 3 other roomates names on them and not his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110730912950579843?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110730912950579843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110730912950579843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-i-read-that-list-again-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110730489965836086</id><published>2005-02-01T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:41:39.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo yo. sherock: my cell phone is dead and buried, SCREW SPRINT! because i am NOT paying them the money they say i owe them...my daddy is helping with those fuckers. my new number is 608 441 8565 (but it won't be working for a few days yet) i'll call you tmw. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so EVERYONE: that's my new number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie: i miss you, we need to hang out soon! (though i know you are insanely busy) like whoah annie and kat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody should have a dance party soon. and i am thinking of having an after valentines day blues dinner party. what do y'all think? there will be lots of good food! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do any of you know any place hiring part time? i need another job so i can get OUT of here by june 1st. also, do any of you know anyone looking for an apt for this summer?&lt;br /&gt;gotta go take a nap. i'm exhausted. &lt;3 kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110730489965836086?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110730489965836086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110730489965836086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/02/yo-yo-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>"kathy" with a k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09054244364526850913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110723583721302406</id><published>2005-01-31T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:30:37.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shari, I was not involved in composing that post, but you are the only Shari there is, so I'd assume it's you. Plus, you totally remind me of a teradactyl, so it MUST be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110723583721302406?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110723583721302406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110723583721302406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/01/shari-i-was-not-involved-in-composing.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110723169678458751</id><published>2005-01-31T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:21:36.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lindsay- Is that Shari me? or a different Sherri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People we know as animals animals:Lindsay: koalaMeara: kangarooErin: chipmunkMollie: egretJamon: bearJordan: donkeyBrett: weaselZach: kittenNate B: geckoDavid: peacockMarla: catMatt: stallionDerek: turtleAdam: badgerStephanie: pandaJohnathan: giant prairie dogKristy and Sherri: teradactylRick Larson: fishSteve, Steve, Steve, and Steve: sparrowsAndrew: giraffeAndrew fedora: seahorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro- I called you back and saved your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110723169678458751?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110723169678458751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110723169678458751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/01/lindsay-is-that-shari-me-or-different.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110722682791385390</id><published>2005-01-31T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:32:06.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I admit it, I read the blog today. I was waiting for something interesting to happen to me before making any contributions, but I guess the twice-in-a-day mention of my name warrants a response. Shari thanks for the shout! Right back at ya! Jenny, nice to see you today as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many movies to watch!&lt;br /&gt;1. Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow: borrowed&lt;br /&gt;2. Up in Smoke: borrowed&lt;br /&gt;3. Tarnation: at the Orpheum for a limited time&lt;br /&gt;4. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: I own it, but must watch again because we're discussing it in class for Wednesday. Just finished my fourth reading of Eloisa to Abelard, the poem from which the movie draws its title, and upon which it's loosely based. I recommend it for its agony; it creates perspective in one's life. Includes a castration. Curious, I looked up what a castration actually entails. For details, see anythingstation.blogspot.com, my blog with my roommates. Please read it frequently for updates on the ongoings at Vibration Station, and make comments to your hearts' contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110722682791385390?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110722682791385390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110722682791385390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-admit-it-i-read-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>elle elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/277469883_b58e93199f_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110721170320270345</id><published>2005-01-31T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:48:23.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was nice to see you too shari!  it was funny cos lindsey had this computer before me and when i typed this website in it came right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110721170320270345?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110721170320270345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110721170320270345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-was-nice-to-see-you-too-shari-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jennyflu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04806954140015247740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110720303219206230</id><published>2005-01-31T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:23:52.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just called shari! but she didn't answer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110720303219206230?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110720303219206230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110720303219206230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-just-called-shari-but-she-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04972232841592083477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917134.post-110713719639170820</id><published>2005-01-30T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:06:36.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I also saw Lindsay this weekend.  Shout out to Lindsay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline- I need a response from you- I have an invation that was given to me to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat- fix your phone and call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Jenny today smoking in front of Ragstock.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917134-110713719639170820?l=sscd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110713719639170820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917134/posts/default/110713719639170820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscd.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-also-saw-lindsay-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>she-rock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
