<?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-5912774</id><updated>2011-11-26T01:00:26.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I say we hit the cruise control</title><subtitle type='html'>"there's a lesson in every question, does your leader know what's best if you're a hero, show your colors, pick your weapon but save your spirit, is it ego telling me no, i can't, i couldn't, i didn't, i don't, t.v.'s telling me who i should and should not be, how i should look, how i should see the world i'm living in..."  --Matt Morris</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>555</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113854439513671588</id><published>2006-01-29T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:19:55.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm over reading &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt;, when I see it's nominated for &lt;a href="http://2006.bloggies.com/"&gt;Bloggies&lt;/a&gt;.  I in turn go there to vote and start checking out the other blogs nominated that I haven't seen before.  My favorite thus far?  &lt;a href="http://youcantmakeitup.blogspot.com/"&gt;You Can't Make It Up&lt;/a&gt;.  HILARIOUS.  I haven't read more than like 10 entries but my favorites are the Jan 26th about shopping carts and Jan 25th on book titles (#20 and 18, specifically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113854439513671588?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113854439513671588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113854439513671588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113854439513671588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113854439513671588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-im-over-reading-post-secret-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113805627680367956</id><published>2006-01-23T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:44:36.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Story behind your first name: my grandmothers were Mary and Anna&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallet: I currently use a card case as a wallet. It's so much easier, with no pockets&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyes: greenish, though they change and can be bluer some days&lt;br /&gt;4. Toothbrush: lime green and white (weird that Frances and I have the same color toothbrush).&lt;br /&gt;4. Cell Phone: Motorola flip camera phone that I dropped and scratched up the week I got it in September (despite not once dropping my old phone in 3 years)&lt;br /&gt;5. Pillow cover right now: blue, pink and white design...it's flannel and from my childhood and the softest thing ever (I think we threw out the sheets)&lt;br /&gt;6. Car: 1995 champaigne Mercury Mystique...I really need a new car&lt;br /&gt;7. Bedroom: I like what Frances said--""Lived in" is a nice euphamism for messy"&lt;br /&gt;8. Sunglasses: brown...&lt;br /&gt;9. Cologne/Perfume: Estee Lauder Beyond Paradise&lt;br /&gt;10. CD in stereo right now: a mix I made&lt;br /&gt;11. Piercing: One in each ear&lt;br /&gt;12. What you are wearing now: navy sweater and brown cords&lt;br /&gt;13. Wishing: that I could finally get rid of this over-a-week-long headache&lt;br /&gt;14. Wanting: a new car&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you doing after this: open my Amazon box&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could get away with it and murder anyone would you do it?: wow, considering Pat Robertson said we should just go ahead and assassinate the Venezuelan president, maybe he himself deserves it...though I could never murder someone&lt;br /&gt;17. Person you wish you could see right now: hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;18. Some of your favorite movies: Empire Records, Dirty Dancing, The Notebook, In Love and War, Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;19. Something you're looking forward to in the coming weekend? sleep, I guess...now that the Skins lost. Ohhh, watching some tennis (though I hate that it's on such delay since it's in Australia)&lt;br /&gt;20.Something you just ate: I hate when I fill one of these out and it happens to be on the day of my monthly visit to a fast food place...yeah I just had chicken nuggets (that is all I got though)&lt;br /&gt;21. Something you are deathly afraid of: I don't know about deathly but I am freakin scared of bats, rats and snakes&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like candles: depends...I guess&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like incense: no way, it gives me a headache&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like the taste of blood: ew&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you believe in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you believe in love at first sight: I believe some people can tell just by looking at someone that one day they will love that person&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you believe in Heaven: yes&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you believe in God: yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you eat with chopsticks: when I want to be patient&lt;br /&gt;30. What's your favorite coin: I like the 2 euro coins&lt;br /&gt;31. What are some of your favorite candies: Reese's PB Cups, heath&lt;br /&gt;32. What's something you wish you could understand better: what really is going on in some of my kids brains...cuz I think it's totally empty&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you shy around your crush: yeah&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know what it feels like to be in love: no&lt;br /&gt;35. Would you sacrifice your favorite possession for your best friend? of course&lt;br /&gt; 1) Who is the last person you high-fived? One of my kids&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were drafted into a war, would you serve? I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you sleep with the tv on? No&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton? only if it's the school little cartons&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever won a spelling bee? I don't think so but I do have to say I think I am a pretty good speller (though I can't spell those crazy ass words)&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever been stung by a bee? nope&lt;br /&gt;7) How fast can you type? no idea...not too fast, especially if you want my fingers on the right keys&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you afraid of the dark? if I'm in unfamilar territory&lt;br /&gt;9) What color are your socks? right now, they're gray with frogs&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever made out at a drive-in? they exist?&lt;br /&gt;11) When is the last time you chose a bath over a shower? probably like last year&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you knock on wood? or my head...&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you use mouth wash daily? No&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you wanna Fanta? ew&lt;br /&gt;15) Can you hula hoop? never could&lt;br /&gt;16) Are you good at keeping secrets? it better not be too juicy cuz I just might pop and tell someone it wouldn't effect&lt;br /&gt;17) What do you want for Christmas? that just happened&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you know the Muffin Man? maybe...and I would know the song even if Frances hadn't had it typed&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you talk in your sleep? I haven't been told that in years&lt;br /&gt;20) Who wrote the book on love?ok I can't think of the rest of those lyrics&lt;br /&gt;21) Have you ever flown a kite? I had a pink cat kite&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you wish on your fallen lashes? I don't remember when I last had one&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you whiten your teeth? no&lt;br /&gt;24) Can you smell what the Rock is cooking? hahahaha...makes me think of Sarah&lt;br /&gt;25) Have you ever asked for a pony? nope&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you, or would you ever, donate sperm/eggs?? not sure...&lt;br /&gt;28) Missing someone now? my hood girls&lt;br /&gt;30) Do the chickens have large talons? what?&lt;br /&gt;32) Are you ready to rumble? these are ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school? No&lt;br /&gt;35) How do you spell relief? uh...&lt;br /&gt;36) Have you ever crawled through a window? no&lt;br /&gt;37) Have you ever eaten dog food? ew&lt;br /&gt;38) Can you handle the truth? well...&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you like green eggs and ham? I do, I like them Sam I Am. I will eat them in a boat, I will eat them with a goat...&lt;br /&gt;40) Who is your daddy? Bill Greene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUFF&lt;br /&gt;[Shoe size]9 1/2&lt;br /&gt;[Parents still together]no&lt;br /&gt;[Siblings]Cari, Eric&lt;br /&gt;[Pets]2 Betas--Sapphire and Scarlett&lt;br /&gt;[Color]turquoise&lt;br /&gt;[Number]57&lt;br /&gt;[Animal]frogs&lt;br /&gt;[Drinks]Trader Joe's cranberry lemonade&lt;br /&gt;[Soda]root beer&lt;br /&gt;[Book]I can't pick one...let's go with The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;[Flower]sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;[Color your hair?]no&lt;br /&gt;[Twirl your hair]sometimes but not too much&lt;br /&gt;[Drink/Smoke?]drink, a little&lt;br /&gt;[Like roller coasters?]yes&lt;br /&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?]when it's January and there's no snow in site, I wish I lived up north&lt;br /&gt;[Own a web cam?]no&lt;br /&gt;[Know how to drive?]Yes&lt;br /&gt;[Own a cell phone?]yes&lt;br /&gt;[Ever get off the computer?]hahaha yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;[Considered a life of crime?]No&lt;br /&gt;[Considered being a hooker?]no&lt;br /&gt;[Used someone]no&lt;br /&gt;[Been used?]probably&lt;br /&gt;[Been cheated on?]don't think so&lt;br /&gt;[Kicked someone in the nuts?]no but I do remember a time in elementary school when a girl kicked her brother in the nuts. I later went on to have a major crush on him through middle and high school&lt;br /&gt;[Held a gun]No&lt;br /&gt;[Current clothing]agree with Frances--Didn't I just answer this about 35 questions ago?&lt;br /&gt;[Current mood]tired&lt;br /&gt;[Current taste]huh?&lt;br /&gt;[What you currently smell like]..Beyond Paradise&lt;br /&gt;[Current hair]bangs down, half pony&lt;br /&gt;[Last book you read]I am currently reading Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber&lt;br /&gt;[Last movie you saw]watched the lame JLH movie "If Only" Sunday&lt;br /&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone]Cari, telling her to move her stinking car ;)&lt;br /&gt;[last text message]haven't received one in a while&lt;br /&gt;[career plans]uh...do I have to answer this?&lt;br /&gt;[what would you like to be doing right now, other than this survey]reading&lt;br /&gt;[favorite flavor]fruit&lt;br /&gt;[favorite song]currently it's "Wasted" by Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;[favorite shirt]Black sweater...I just got my "Donna Martin Graduates" one though...&lt;br /&gt;[favorite person]my family, my friends&lt;br /&gt;[favorite place]no question, Capon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113805627680367956?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113805627680367956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113805627680367956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113805627680367956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113805627680367956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113694188568811747</id><published>2006-01-10T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:11:25.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while...hope everyone who actually reads this is doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to write on here something I've been thinking about.  I was just looking around myspace at the people I graduated high school with.  It was amazing to me who some people on there are friends with.  Some people I didn't even know ever talked past elementary school.  I think 4 people I went to elementary school with are on myspace and the one girl is friends with the other 3, one of who hung out in a totally different crowd.  And they actually have commented to each other.  It just seems weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got me thinking...I used to always think I would go to my high school reunion and have to drag Jodi to go with me.  But now, the more I really think about it, I don't think I'd go.  There are really very few people who I would want to see.  For the most part, if I wanted to see them, I would be in touch with them.  There might possibly be a handful of people who I would want to see that I am not in touch with.  And with myspace now, who knows?  They may find me or I might find them on there one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to how much I appreciate my college friends.  It was just so different in college, and I don't know why.  There are so many people I would love to see again, including plenty of people I am not in touch with much.  There were many people who I had classes with who I loved but I practically never saw outside of class so it was obvious we wouldn't keep in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await impatiently for the day we finally get notice they are having a reunion for my graduating class (and hopefully those right after: '02-'04).  It's ridiculous that they set us for the year after we graduated but not now, 5 years later.  How much of a blast would it be if we all were in the dorm together again?  But now that it's boys only in Memorial, that might suck (and smell) so maybe we'd be in a hotel together.  Or at my house...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113694188568811747?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113694188568811747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113694188568811747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113694188568811747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113694188568811747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2006/01/havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113467287539290542</id><published>2005-12-15T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:54:35.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took tons of pics when Sarah and I went to see Heather.  The pics can be seen &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/snflwrmare"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Have fun looking at our adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out early because of snow/ice.  Our school day consisted of an assembly at 9:15, lunch at 10:15, a little recess, spelling at about 11, then I read a book at about 11:45.  And that was it.  Easy day.  And we had 3 of our most talkative kids absent so it wasn't too noisy.  And of course that means we only had 6 kids.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake at 5:15...who knows why.  I am going with Jodi to meet Rachael Ray at Borders around 4 so I think I might go take a nap before.  SO nice being able to nap during the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113467287539290542?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113467287539290542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113467287539290542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113467287539290542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113467287539290542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-took-tons-of-pics-when-sarah-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113331713994236898</id><published>2005-11-29T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:18:59.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a repost from myspace, for those who don't have it</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was a blast.  I have been so tired I didn't get a chance to post until now.  Got home Sunday around 10 and went right to bed but couldn't sleep too well...so I was sleepy all yesterday and came home, we went to dinner, played a little canasta (which i barely lasted through) and went to bed by 8:30.  And yet I'm still tired today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, highlights from the weekend include:&lt;br /&gt;*Sarah's windshield continually getting messed up by snow/frost/ice on the way up and us having to repeatedly stop and dump wiper fluid on it cuz the kind in the car was frozen&lt;br /&gt;*taking tons of pictures&lt;br /&gt;*getting lost on the way (about 20 minutes from Heather's)&lt;br /&gt;*being told by the Rite Aid lady which way to go, only for it to be wrong, and then yelling out the window when we drove back past there&lt;br /&gt;*seeing Heather (and Sarah, of course...but it's been 6 YEARS since I saw Heather)&lt;br /&gt;*falling asleep Friday night to Clarissa Explains It All on DVD&lt;br /&gt;*Heather's pancakes&lt;br /&gt;*seeing snow (but not the driving through it)&lt;br /&gt;* "I'm 'on bee chu"&lt;br /&gt;*meeting Heather's friends&lt;br /&gt;*hearing Sarah repeatedly tell the "yes, AND I fell down the stairs" story&lt;br /&gt;*taking my time walking down those stairs so I didn't have a new "yes, AND I fell down the stairs" story&lt;br /&gt;*5 hours of Asshole (during which I was president once and asshole once or twice...I was happy being in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;*finally catching on to the thumb rule, after Melissa kept kneeing me every time it was in effect&lt;br /&gt;*Jim laughing every time we said "Hood"&lt;br /&gt;*Ryan's belt buckle, which spun AND had a bottle opener (which my camera couldn't get a picture of while he was using it)&lt;br /&gt;*hot boys&lt;br /&gt;*being known as "the one who wears colors"&lt;br /&gt;*Heather finally seeing "the book"&lt;br /&gt;*reminiscing about the old days...&lt;br /&gt;*leaving our coats in Heather's coat closet cuz it had warmed up on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;*listening to Mitch on the ride home&lt;br /&gt;*getting stuck in traffic and being rained on, taking 9 hours getting home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may add more later as I remember.  I've been trying to remember things that I had to write down but we'll see if I have more later...check back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Molly has invited me to go to the Maryland basketball game and I am oh-so-excited.  Yippee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113331713994236898?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113331713994236898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113331713994236898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113331713994236898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113331713994236898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/11/repost-from-myspace-for-those-who-dont.html' title='a repost from myspace, for those who don&apos;t have it'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113260687384527366</id><published>2005-11-21T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:01:13.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So in 4 days, I will hopefully be in Buffalo.  Sarah said she doesn't want Heather to know we're coming, which is of course typical Sarah, wanting Heather to wait all day to see.  How disappointed would she be if we didn't come but thought there was hope we would?  I told Sarah Heather should call Sarah on Friday and ask where she was and if she could tell she was driving, and heard voices, and Heather asked who was there, she'd bne like "no that isn't Megan and Marianne".  LOL...can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE GOING TO A BCS BOWL GAME.&lt;/strong&gt;  For those of you who have no idea about college football, there are 4 BIG bowl games.  The bigger conferences have an automatic one college that goes (whoever wins their conference title) and since we got that, we are definitely going...which means WE are definitely go (my mom, Cari and I).  I absolutely can't wait for January.  I just don't want to go to Florida for the Orange Bowl (especially if we would play Miami) but with my luck, we will.  I'd love to go to Atlanta, Tempe, or Pasadena (but the chance of the last happening are slim, though my hopes did get up Sat. night when USC was losing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days to make it through the week at school.  Molly was out today b/c she was in a car accident today and woke up and couldn't move.  We made it through the day without her, but of course it isn't the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113260687384527366?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113260687384527366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113260687384527366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113260687384527366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113260687384527366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-in-4-days-i-will-hopefully-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113166681631174793</id><published>2005-11-10T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:53:36.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am BEAT.  I may not make it through &lt;em&gt;Reunion&lt;/em&gt; tonight.  But I will push myself too.  If worse comes to worst, I am taping it for Cari so there will be a tape of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Heather last night online.  I miss her so.  May go see her for her birthday.  Would be such fun.  oh how I miss college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mail today came books I ordered a month ago.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592400876/102-5159057-9388908?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;Eats, Shoots and Leaves&lt;/a&gt; is a NYTimes best seller from 2003.  Her new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592401716/ref=bxgy_cc_text_a/102-5159057-9388908?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Talk To The Hand&lt;/a&gt;, just came out, hence why I just got them in the mail.  I haven't had much time to read this school year so far but we'll see...chapters are long but they're not set up in a way where you can't stop.  I figured I would like the first one especially cuz I am such a stickler for punctuation (and word usage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent conferences today.  Two no-shows.  One late.  They seemed to go ok (I would've liked to be there for the last one, but it was moved to a different location other than our room and it was time for me to leave anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being parent conference day, it was a half day.  And to make it even better, we only had &lt;strong&gt;6 KIDS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  The two squirmiest, talkative, bothersome ones were absent (it was a first for one of them), as was the more annoying girl (love her to death but she says "I love you Ms. Greene.  I love you Ms. O'Brien" about 20 times a day.  And I am not exagerrating.  While it is nice, and shows she craves affection, it does get old day in and day out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I've got for now...Haven't had much to say so I think blogging once a week is working for me now.  It's always a long day so I am just so tired, I get home and do my routine on the computer (check email, check myspace, read Amy and Sarah's blogs, and mine for comments), that I just don't feel like typing a blog entry most days.  I just want to do the stuff on here I want to do and get off and do other stuff.  Not that I do exciting stuff...watch GH (this train wreck storyline is getting good...sooooo excited Robin's back!!!!!!), read the paper, do the daily Sudoku (if it's not too hard), read my mail, etc.  Alrighty, I'll see y'all next week I guess...and in the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113166681631174793?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113166681631174793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113166681631174793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113166681631174793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113166681631174793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113114304857733328</id><published>2005-11-04T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:24:08.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elvisngraceland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; keeps complaining it's dark there but I must add it's pretty dark here (I know it's darker up there).  It is barely 5 right now and I do not have lights on in the house and it is dark (OK, I have a light by the computer on so I can type).  And the light-sensitive street lights are on.  It's so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/03/AR2005110302156.html"&gt;We had a deer jump through the window of our local Giant&lt;/a&gt; and run around the store yesterday.  I just read the article that said they shot it cuz it was very injured.  How sad...and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA woohoo!  While trying to find that link above, I saw &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/03/AR2005110301685.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; mentioned on the main Washington Post page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're adding lots of links today, have I showed you all the &lt;a href="http://www.mcps.k12.md.us/schools/watkinsmilles/"&gt;link to my school&lt;/a&gt;?  If you move your mouse over students or parents, and click on "wmes pictures".  Then, click on first day for teachers.  The picture in the bottom row, middle has me in it.  Looking at the camera, it's L-R: Kathy (Special ed K/1 teacher), Stacey (our special ed coordinator), me, Maria (Kathy's IA) and Molly (the teacher I work with).  Also, if you click on "staff list" under parents, you can see my name in print.  It makes me happy that I am a part of something now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my contacts out last night cuz my eyes were killing me and I had a migraine.  And my eyes still hurt a lot this morning so I wore glasses to school.  I didn't get too many comments.  I expected a lot cuz no one has seen me in glasses (I wore them once 4 years ago when I was long-terming and no one probably remembers that).  I hate my glasses...I need new ones.  Mine are 7 years old, and I mean the lenses too--I can see fine but I am sure it's not exactly my prescription.  I just can never find glasses I like on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113114304857733328?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113114304857733328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113114304857733328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113114304857733328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113114304857733328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/11/amy-keeps-complaining-its-dark-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113067714937080306</id><published>2005-10-30T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:59:09.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday and I'll bitch if I want to</title><content type='html'>I posted this last night on my myspace blog but I never know if you guys read that when I link it.  Or if you can't access it from work (I can't get on myspace at work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I went to Bailey's last night to watch the game.  It was Pay-Per-View, so we figured, hey, I have a free entree coupon, lets save the money on buying the game and go there.  Plus, it was fun 2 weeks ago, despite the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1/2 hour after we got there, some weird guy walks in.  We knew immediately that it was Cari's stalker (Cari worked last night so didn't get to watch the game).  He met her through her work and showed up at Bailey's last week and drove her crazy (and she left there before halftime).  He was WEIRD during the game with us and the other people in there.  But I won't get into that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my father's cell when we left the bar following the game.  It was off.  This wasn't much of a surprise, because he was supposed to be at the game and would be on his way home.  But he doesn't check those messages so I called his house to leave one.  Imagine my surprise when Eric answers the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"you're not at the game?"&lt;br /&gt;"no" (like it was obvious)&lt;br /&gt;"why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"well, dad didn't go either"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?  WHY NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;"he's sick"&lt;br /&gt;"did you sell the tickets?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"well, we didn't know til this morning.  we didn't not go because dad is sick, he also didn't sleep last night and if we went and he fell asleep driving he would have killed me and i don't want to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT believe they just let the tickets go.  I HATE when people do that shit.  There are certain extenuating circumstances that I will agree people can do that but this is ridiculous.  Reminds me of when Stacey in college didn't go to a Tim concert and they just didn't use the 4 tickets.  What goes through people's minds that they would rather the money go to waste than just GIVE them away to ANYONE???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of pissing me off about that, I called to ask about getting together today (for my birthday). &lt;br /&gt;"are we still getting together tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;"well, what time?"&lt;br /&gt;"dad says he's not coming to Germantown"&lt;br /&gt;"why?  I came to Pennsylvania last year for my birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;"dad says he wants to go to Olive Garden". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I should add, in case you don't know, that anytime we want to get together, my&lt;br /&gt;dad always wants to go to Olive Garden.  Needless to say, I am now&lt;br /&gt;sick of it.  Plus, Cari, mom and I just went about a week ago.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, I don't want to go to Olive Garden"&lt;br /&gt;"well, where do you want to go"&lt;br /&gt;"well, if we have to go to Frederick, I have to think about it.  I will call you in the morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari thinks I should have said either they come to Germantown or I won't go out.  But, with my dad, we have to be the adults.  He's always been the freaking child when it comes to getting his way.  But I REFUSE to go to Olive Garden.  I don't know where I want to go still...and I should call them soon about it.  I'm just so mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113067714937080306?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113067714937080306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113067714937080306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113067714937080306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113067714937080306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-my-birthday-and-ill-bitch-if-i.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday and I&apos;ll bitch if I want to'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-113007878388715594</id><published>2005-10-23T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:47:04.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>like it's a surprise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;  Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-113007878388715594?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/113007878388715594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=113007878388715594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113007878388715594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/113007878388715594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-its-surprise.html' title='like it&apos;s a surprise...'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112989767762218721</id><published>2005-10-21T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:27:57.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Great Things About Autumn</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting about Ten On Tuesday.  And when I check later in the week, I usually don't feel like doing whatever it is.  But the idea for next Tuesday I like so I'll do it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pumpkin cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changing leaves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cold weather (and anticipation of snow)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweaters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to football games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping for Christmas presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally getting to wear my jersey since it has been sitting in my closet for 9 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112989767762218721?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112989767762218721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112989767762218721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112989767762218721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112989767762218721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-great-things-about-autumn.html' title='10 Great Things About Autumn'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112947847112825285</id><published>2005-10-16T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:01:13.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, fine</title><content type='html'>I'll be a follower...like I'm ever not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banned books I have read (there are probably very few...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever by Judy Blume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I just bought it so this may change soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor&lt;br /&gt;Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman&lt;br /&gt;My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier&lt;br /&gt;The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Giver by Lois Lowry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine&lt;br /&gt;A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck&lt;br /&gt;The Color Purple by Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;Sex by Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle&lt;br /&gt;Go Ask Alice by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers&lt;br /&gt;In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak&lt;br /&gt;The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard&lt;br /&gt;The Witches by Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goats by Brock Cole Kaffir&lt;br /&gt;Boy by Mark Mathabane&lt;br /&gt;Blubber by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I don't think...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam&lt;br /&gt;We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier&lt;br /&gt;Final Exit by Derek Humphry&lt;br /&gt;The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents &amp; Daughters by Lynda Madaras&lt;br /&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(also just bought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved by Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton&lt;br /&gt;The Pigman by Paul Zindel&lt;br /&gt;Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard&lt;br /&gt;Deenie by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes&lt;br /&gt;Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar&lt;br /&gt;Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave New World by Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)&lt;br /&gt;Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole&lt;br /&gt;Cujo by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell&lt;br /&gt;Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary People by Judith Guest&lt;br /&gt;American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis&lt;br /&gt;What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents &amp;amp; Sons by Lynda Madaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Lady by Jane Conly&lt;br /&gt;Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher&lt;br /&gt;Fade by Robert Cormier&lt;br /&gt;Guess What? by Mem Fox&lt;br /&gt;The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende&lt;br /&gt;The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(though I saw the TV movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord of the Flies by William Golding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Son by Richard Wright&lt;br /&gt;Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday&lt;br /&gt;Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen&lt;br /&gt;Jack by A.M. Homes&lt;br /&gt;Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya&lt;br /&gt;Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle&lt;br /&gt;Carrie by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume&lt;br /&gt;On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer&lt;br /&gt;Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge&lt;br /&gt;Family Secrets by Norma Klein&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Zone by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Always Running by Luis Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;Private Parts by Howard Stern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(seriously?  this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene&lt;br /&gt;Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman&lt;br /&gt;Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;Running Loose by Chris Crutcher&lt;br /&gt;Sex Education by Jenny Davis&lt;br /&gt;The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene&lt;br /&gt;Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts&lt;br /&gt;The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder&lt;br /&gt;The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney&lt;br /&gt;Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, 13.  And plenty of them I haven't heard of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112947847112825285?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112947847112825285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112947847112825285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112947847112825285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112947847112825285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-fine.html' title='OK, fine'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112922021281793590</id><published>2005-10-13T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:16:52.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day off.  It's nice.  I went to the dentist today.  Clean bill.  Then I renewed my license.  I am very happy with my pic--it could have been much worse.  And my hair listened, despite it being rainy outside.  And my zits didn't show up (it's connect the dots this week on my face).  And I finally have the "new" license for Maryland, with the crab on it, and the pic of the state and a heart for being an organ donor.  And no black bar on the back.  And I keep misspelling "license".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Olive Garden to eat in an hour or so.  It's such a tragedy we don't have one in the county that we don't go much because of traffic (it's either Frederick or VA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow, there's educators discount at Borders.  I just have to bring in my ID, which I have.  So that's oh-so-exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari and I have THE BEST time Saturday at the Penn State game.  It was CRAZY.  I was dancing crazy after we scored each time.  And during the "bounce bounce" during this one song, I was totally into it.  We don't usually stand in our section--just the students' section--but people were standing.  It was driving me nuts cuz I wanted to sit (it was RAINY) but after a while, I was used to it cuz I was so into the game.  The problem was there was a jolly green giant in front of me.  He was like 6 foot a million and I had to look around him, which wasn't that easy either.  And Cari sat against the rail, which is where I sit when I go with mom, so I finally interacted with people around us.  The guy who sits on our right is really nice.  And the guys who sat behind us were too (they aren't those seat holders though)--they helped me pull my poncho down when it was starting to rain harder.  And of course what made the day was the win.  What a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Friday we saw OAR and Alternate Routes.  They were awesome.  Some assholes were chanting "OAR" during AR's set, which pissed us off, cuz they rocked.  And there was a drunk/high guy near us who was dancing like a freak and we thought he was going to fall over the wall and go splat on the ground below (our seats were 2nd row, but not from the ground.  Those ground seats were folded up).  And we smelled pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trip to pumpkin patch tomorrow!  Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112922021281793590?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112922021281793590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112922021281793590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112922021281793590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112922021281793590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112845977923969314</id><published>2005-10-04T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:26:55.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The music teacher at school has been diagnosed with breast cancer. We just got an email from her stating it is stage 3. Wow. I never imagined it to be that far. She did say that women in her situation, taking the drugs she will take, she does have an 85% survival rate, which is higher than I thought for stage 3. She is an awesome woman who is GREAT with our kids (which is hard, ya know) and our kids I am sure will miss her while she's out. She's a feminist in all ways I have learned about her and tries to keep out of the gossip that happens at school (that inevitably happens everywhere). She's not married and I hope she has a great family helping her through these times. It amazes me that she is only the second person I know who has gotten breast cancer, the first being my boss at JCPenney. My thoughts will be with her for the coming months and I await her return to school anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Jammin Java last weekend (24th), we browsed the &lt;u&gt;City Paper&lt;/u&gt; and came across &lt;a href="http://www.velvetrevolution.us/Content/AdCampaign/AdCampaign2.php"&gt;this ad&lt;/a&gt;.  I cut it out and hung it on my wall.  It's so powerful and true and may be my favorite ad I've ever seen.  So what does everyone think about the new justice appointee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112845977923969314?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112845977923969314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112845977923969314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112845977923969314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112845977923969314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-teacher-at-school-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112768318340219077</id><published>2005-09-25T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:19:43.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while.  I haven't had much motivation to blog here.  I have blogged a little on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/snflwrmare"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Dean last night.  He's so fab.  And Cari had a friend from high school and her bf there so we got Dean some new fans.  There was a girl behind us with loud bangles that were driving me crazy.  Makes me remember freshman year at Hood when I was taking an exam and someone in the room had bangles and she was taking an essay exam so she was writing like crazy and all the bangles did were bang on the desk.  Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Hood flashback?  Last week, a kid said "what are you dumb or something?" to me.  You know I don't like to be called dumb.  And not only did he say that to me, but not 15 minutes later (after Molly had talked to him about the word), another student's mother came by and he said to her "you know, so-and-so (HER SON) is dumb".  And she's the one parent we have been worried about cuz we have heard things that happened with her last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to see OAR and Alternate Routes in 2 weeks at Penn State.  You may remember me mentioning my mom taught some of OAR.  And we saw Alt Routes in July at Jammin Java.  And now we will see them in a HUGE venue!  It will be crazy!  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penn State squeaked out the win yesterday.  So nerveracking.  but we made it.  Now we have to do well next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112768318340219077?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112768318340219077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112768318340219077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112768318340219077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112768318340219077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112656594886474658</id><published>2005-09-12T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:59:08.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we put Pepsi down tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've very upset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112656594886474658?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112656594886474658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112656594886474658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112656594886474658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112656594886474658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-put-pepsi-down-tonight-ive-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112596562403869624</id><published>2005-09-05T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:13:44.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the stereo: Eric&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello all.  Went to Penn State this weekend.  Football game was a win, though we didn't look that great.  The freshmen played great.  Our senior quarterback didn't look good--hopefully he was holding back.  We didn't get nearly enough passing yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis is going well so far.  Blake and Agassi are in the quarters, with Ginepri playing tonight o make it in the quarters.  As for the women, the 4 I want in the semis are in the quarters (Sharapova, Clijsters, Davenport and Mauresmo--who I just realized are 1,2,3, and 4, but not in that order).  I do want the final to be Clijsters and Davenport, with Davenport winning.  But I really want Clijsters and Mauresmo to start winning some slams, as I think they are the 2 best out there now yet to win one.  And Clijsters has come back so great in the last 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today and got some clothes, though I wish I had gotten more shirts I can wear to school.  I got a cami (that will match nicely under my burgundy blazer I got last year), 2 pairs of jeans, brown cords, black pants, a blouse and a skirt (for $4.77!).  And Cari is buying me 7 DVDs tonight, if she remembers, that will average $5 each!  Yippee!  They &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; used, but that's ok, cuz they are ones I want on DVD anyway (three I have on VHS and one is &lt;u&gt;Dirty Dancing Havana Nights&lt;/u&gt;, which I really want to see anyway).  Trying to remember what they are: &lt;u&gt;Disturbing Behavior&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Mod Squad&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;The Faculty&lt;/u&gt; (those are the ones I have on VHS), &lt;u&gt;Scary Movie 3&lt;/u&gt;...oh crap I forget the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want the &lt;u&gt;Clueless&lt;/u&gt; Whatever edition and &lt;u&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/u&gt;.  They may go on my birthday list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I had Dungeness crab legs for dinner tonight.  They were great.  And we had corn and cucumbers (not together) so overall it was a great dinner.  And we went to Trader Joe's today so I got exciting stuff for lunch this week (am I obsessed with their lobster bisque???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 day week...then it's up to Penn State for another football game.  Yippee!  I am so glad football season in finally here.  I love going to games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112596562403869624?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112596562403869624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112596562403869624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112596562403869624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112596562403869624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-stereo-eric-hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112552156422144783</id><published>2005-08-31T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:52:44.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a busy and crazy week.  The kids seem nice.  We had 2 not show til today, but we had everyone today and the ones who weren't there are gonna be fine (the boy is a sweetheart and seems bright and the girl I knew last year).  I am officially sick AGAIN.  Molly (keep in mind from now on Molly is the teacher I work with) was sick last week and I guess she got me sick.  It was just my thraot until today.  I feel stuffy and want to blow my nose but there's nothing in it.  Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such fun so far working with Molly.  We've had good laughs and told stories.  Yippee!  We have Back To School Night next Tuesday and I'm a little nervous.  She says she usually doesn't have many show up and I have met 5 kids parents already and I have a feeling the girls' parents won't show (I haven't met them) and the other boy's mother probably won't either.  So most likely, the ones that show will be ones I have met.  But I wonder what we will do...we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired.  It was a tiring day, though nothing overly crazy happened.  Yesterday we had a kid come back from the bathroom (I took him--it's too far to send the kids by themselves) and a few minutes later inform us he forgot to wipe.  HOW CAN YOU FORGET TO WIPE?????  We ignored it a bit and then Molly goes "He has his hand in his pants.  You better take him back".  He's gonna be work, but he seems pretty bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for now.  Yay for football this weekend!  I CANNOT wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112552156422144783?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112552156422144783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112552156422144783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112552156422144783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112552156422144783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/been-busy-and-crazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112501161761900471</id><published>2005-08-25T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:28:01.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"get up! i gotta go to work, facing all these people who now know I'm a jerk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the stereo: Eric Hutchinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Eric's songs on his myspace page. Just can't get enough. So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to work this morning at 7:45 (after only 4 hours of sleep) and didn't leave til 5. What fun...Open house in the morning at 8:30. I wonder how many kids and parents will show. The room looks presentable, though not done. Stuff still not unpacked is under tables and in the back. Desks could be cleaner. And we can't find the names we printed last year and laminated for the lunch count, cubbies and supply baskets. And we got a new updated list today...with another kid we didn't know about. Up to 10 now. PRAY we don't get more. I don't think I can handle more than 10. I don't know if I can handle the 10. We'll see. Can't wait to see the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Target and Borders on my last day off yesterday.  Spent $50 in Target and $60 in Borders.  And I officially (finally, for me) started Christmas shopping, getting 2 gifts for Cari.  I got 7 books, people!  At Target, I got &lt;u&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/u&gt; and at Borders, all in the "3 for price of 2" category, I got &lt;u&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;1984&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;The Guardian&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Must Love Dogs&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/u&gt;.  I was excited those classics were in that section since I''ve wanted to read some.  Turns out, though, that when I got home and told mom, she said she has at least 2 if not all 3 of those classics from Borders.  Oh well...now I have my own copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother is on tonight...and Rachel will unfortunately be leaving (I think). I will be taking sleep med around 8:30 and will turn out my light when BB is over. So tired...I'll write more tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112501161761900471?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112501161761900471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112501161761900471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112501161761900471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112501161761900471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/get-up-i-gotta-go-to-work-facing-all.html' title='&quot;get up! i gotta go to work, facing all these people who now know I&apos;m a jerk&quot;'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112483124999240262</id><published>2005-08-23T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:07:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So was at school today.  Had a breakfast at 8, which was ok.  Nice to see everyone back.  We started the meeting around 9 or so, beginning with introductions.  And the principal decided to start with her left...which was me!  We were in the cafeteria sitting at lunch tables, set up in a big circle (rectangle?) and I was the closest one to her left.  How nerve racking to be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed very happy for me to be working in the school.  The media assistant was practically jumping around, twice.  I got my picture taken for a staff badge and for the "bios" that we have up about all staff in the building.  I have to write mine so I can turn it in on Thursday when I go in again.  What should I mention in it?  I'm thinking of mentioning my love for music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric has added 4 new songs to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/erichutchinson"&gt;his myspace page&lt;/a&gt;, which makes me so excited.  I will probably be there every day now.  He finished a new CD but it won't be ready for sale for a while.  I can't wait.  He'll be at Jammin Java October 1st.  And Dean will be there Sept 24th and October 22nd.  And Speechwriters and Alternate Routes October 14th.  So nice of them all to be there on weekend nights so I don't have to get up early the next day.  I bet they were totally thinking of me when they decided dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have visitors out there...but I haven't had a comment in a while so maybe I'll stop writing...then again, I do like writing here.  I can't believe I've had this blog almost 2 years.  Feels like yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112483124999240262?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112483124999240262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112483124999240262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112483124999240262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112483124999240262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-was-at-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112473508636308873</id><published>2005-08-22T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:24:46.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to school today.  what a mess the room is.  but we lucked out and have a portable on the side.  so we're totally parking next to the portable.  Since we'd have to walk a mile otherwise...people were excited to see me and hear I am now working in the school and I did get a few "now there goes a good sub" comments, which makes me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a staff breakfast at 8 AM and I am going to stay all day to get the room in order.  Molly had a meeting until like 12 so I guess I will be working by myself in the morning.  Maybe I'll hook up the computer so I can play music.  Or at least bring my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get paid for tomorrow but I know Molly needs the help.  Plus she's gonna let me leave early on the first Friday with the kids so I can go to Penn State.  I am not doing anything on Wednesday but relax...and get ready for working every day for the next 10 months, basically.  Hopefully, we'll have a good group this year.  I can't wait to see the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112473508636308873?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112473508636308873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112473508636308873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112473508636308873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112473508636308873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112431367219344099</id><published>2005-08-17T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:21:12.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I dyed my hair on Friday.  It's dark brown.  I'm getting used to it.  At first it was hard cuz it felt like I was the Black Demon of Death.  I thought it made me look goth.  But now I see what Sarah called my natural highlights showing through so there is some light-ness coming through.  It doesn't look as black to me anymore, it looks brown.  And it looks much better than mine had before with the darker roots showing through...wonder what my roots will look like when they start to show.  I don't necessarily know my exact natural color anymore so it might be darker than I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the phone call from the principal.  I have the job.  I don't want to get my hopes up until I have some like proof in paper form or something but it really looks like it.  She told me I have it.  And I just checked the vacancy database on the county's website and the position has been taken down!  That was the icing for me to actually feel a little more security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy over Big Brother.  Kaysar was voted back, happily, into the house with 82% of the vote.  And now it looks like he's back out tomorrow...which sucks.  I'm gonna miss looking at his HOT face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112431367219344099?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112431367219344099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112431367219344099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112431367219344099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112431367219344099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-dyed-my-hair-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112384904512788919</id><published>2005-08-12T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:17:25.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 8:12 am and I am watching the Big Brother feeds.  Something is actually going on at this hour!  They started the HOH competition last night at the end of the live show (so before 9 EST) and there are 2 people still going.  When I went to bed at 11, everyone was still in it.  Got up and turned on the computer and a bunch were still there but after walking the dogs, it's down to 2.  Goooo Kaysar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from the dogs, I passed a hot sweaty guy jogging shirtless with a baby in a stroller and a dog!  How cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be another scorcher today...Why did it have to be so freakin hot the days I was in charge of the dogs?  You know it's going to cool down like tomorrow just to spite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back to sleep?  But I want to see who wins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112384904512788919?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112384904512788919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112384904512788919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112384904512788919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112384904512788919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-812-am-and-i-am-watching-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112377744187366663</id><published>2005-08-11T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:24:01.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of smelling like dog.  And my car does too.  I took a shower last night when I got home from the dogs at 8 or so cuz then I got almost 12 hours of not smelling like them.  I think Saturday I will get a long overdue car wash.  And I will change my sheets that day (it's time anyway, but they probably smell like dog too).  And I will head to Cumberland and see Parsons and Tiffany and who knows who else.  Saturday will be a busy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better already today so I am sure I will be well on Saturday.  I was worried I wouldn't want to go.  Jamie, Cari and I played pool last night.  Nice to get out of the house (and not just go to the dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap I forgot to get gas again.  I think it's cuz subconsciously I am protesting the raising prices, even though I do need gas to get to the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dammit, the pop ups are starting to come more often again.  I have gotten 3 while trying to type this so far.  ok, 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went next door yesterday and made an unknowns CD of musicians I like that are not well known.  Been meaning to do it for a while.  Wanted to make a total of 4 CDs while over there but &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(crap, number 5)&lt;/span&gt; one cd got stuck in the computer and then I had to go do the dogs.  We'll see if I try again today or tomorrow.  I like the unknowns one a lot.  Been listening when going to dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lets go sit down and rest my back and relax and try to get healthier.  And I'll do the puzzle in the paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112377744187366663?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112377744187366663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112377744187366663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112377744187366663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112377744187366663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-tired-of-smelling-like-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112360521439810000</id><published>2005-08-09T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:12:52.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty, and other things...</title><content type='html'>I am sick. It's so yucky being sick in the summer. It's one thing to be sick in the winter, and you're hot and can sit by some fan to cool you off. But in the summer? It's not fun cuz the AC is already on yet I'm still hot. I can't handle it. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was sick when I woke up Friday. Friday started my week of taking care of someone's 2 Jack Russells. She was the IA in the 4/5 class this past year at school. She is in Thailand. And I get to walk her dogs 4-5 times per day (depending on the people who are sleeping with the dogs--she has people spend the night with them). And to have to be sick and walk dogs in the HEAT that is August in Maryland is not fun. I was going to stay over at her house for an hour or so right now when I finished walking them but I was so worn out that I just had to come home. I was sweating and felt dizzy and thought I might pass out. Yet, I drove home. Smart, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see tennis Thursday and Saturday. In all the matches we watched, the person we were rooting for won. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see Ginepri play this year and he lost. BUt the final was what we wanted--Andy vs. James. And Andy prevailed. I kinda wanted James to win, since he has only ever won one tourney (which happened to be this one in 2002) and he's had such a rough year (shingles, broken vertebrae and his dad died). But he made the final so hopefully we'll be seeing much more of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my jury duty day. When I walk the dogs, I have to walk them at 7:30 so I am up about 7. Well, for jury duty, I was up at 6:30, so I wasn't too happy. Got in the "jury lounge" around 5 of 8 and was among the first 30 or so there. (The night before you have to call and see if you come in and the recording said numbers 1-260 had to report. I was 174.) Got a comfy seat by the wall (I'm sick and I want to be away from people--and I want it quiet so I can read). At 8:25, 2 ladies came in and said they would start checking people in. That meant everybody rush to get in line to just stand in line until you finally manuever your way to the front to get checked in. Meaning, I lost my seat. I was at the back of the line (really, what's the point in rushing to get in line?) but I ended up getting a seat by the wall. The seats were like old movie theater seats, attached with arm rests (you know, nowadays movie theaters have the high backs so whatever). We started watching a movie a little before 9. Of course, people keep showing up until probably 9:15 or so, despite having to be there BY 8:30. Some lady came in in the middle of the movie and took the seat next to me. We were told there were 5 trials on the docket that day and none would be more than 2-3 days. At about 10, they called the first group of 40 some people. My row of seats was 3 people and the lady on the aisle left then. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I was left with the lady next to me. The row in front of me was clear as was the row behind me, off and on. But the lady stayed next to me. And she proceeded to remove her shoes. Now, we all know my aversion to feet. She put her feet up on the armrest between the chair in front of me and the one in front of her. I was so grossed out, I started texting Cari (we had texted a few times already). WHILE TEXTING CARI ABOUT THIS WOMAN'S FEET, SHE KICKED ME WITH A FOOT (while adjusting her position or something). AND SHE DIDN'T APOLOGIZE. So I immediately tacked onto Cari's text "Shit, she just kicked me". I told Cari I might move and after they called another 40 or so people, and she kicked me AGAIN, I did move. I moved to a seat by air, which was cold, but better than being by naked feet.&lt;/span&gt; They called a group of 30 or so people (up to #110) about this time (11:15). At a little before noon, the lady came out and said the other 2 trials decided not to go with a jury so she was sending a bunch of us home and those who had to stay (in case trials at other city courts decided to change to jury trials ) would get a 2 hour lunch. I was like "I better not have to be back here in 2 hours or I will be pissed." Cuz I would've wanted to drive away and may not find a parking spot again. She started calling numbers of those to leave, in what seemed to be the order we checked in in, cuz it was random, and when she said "174" I lept (on the inside--my pants were kinda big and trying to fall down). SO I was outta there about noon. And that was my first experience with jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thing, since this is so long already. My neighbors are crazy, and I don't mean Jamie and her mom. The others. First of all, they still have their Xmas star and lights in the pine tree out front. And the kicker? The lady was on a ladder working on that tree weeks ago, yet while she was up there, she didn't decide to take down the lights? And, they have 2 dogwood or cherry blossom trees in their yard, like most of us on the block. Instead of hiring someone to trim the trees to make them look nice, the lady busts out the old fashioned saw herself and cuts off huge branches. One of the trees now has just 2 big branches (with littler ones growing out of them, of course) and at least 4 "stumps" coming out from the trunk of where she cut branches. The poor tree. It's looks UGLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112360521439810000?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112360521439810000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112360521439810000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112360521439810000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112360521439810000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/jury-duty-and-other-things.html' title='Jury Duty, and other things...'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112308294289014203</id><published>2005-08-03T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:29:02.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, I looked in my 99 yearbook and figured out Brandi Monroe was who we were trying to think of.  And I figured out the name of the girl who was in 105 my freshman year (I was in 103 first semester).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal was VERY nice.  She lived up to and maybe exceeded what everyone was saying.  I really really want this job because working with such a nice principal on top of everything else would make everything easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping.  But I don't feel like leaving the house.  I don't like it when it's so humid.  It's already 84 and it's supposed to get to 92.  And heat index will probably get to about 100.  Yuck.  So many stores had things in their ads this week I want but I just don't like this heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished &lt;u&gt;The Undomestic Goddess&lt;/u&gt; last night.  Not as good as Sophie Kinsella's other books, but I didn't hate it.  It was cute.  I didn't cry a bit, cuz it wasn't sad or overly happy, and I only laughed a little.  Now I'm reading &lt;u&gt;The Dirty Girls Social Club&lt;/u&gt; which Parsons recommended.  It's about 6 latinas and they say a few words in Spanish every so often, so we'll see if my lack of Spanish will at all hinder my thoughts on the book.  But it is a New York Times best seller.  I have realized I have gotten quite a few New York Times best sellers recently, which makes me happy that I am actually reading books other people have read.  After this one, I think I will read the last Laurie Notaro book I have yet to read, &lt;u&gt;I Love Everybody (and Other Atrocious Lies)&lt;/u&gt;.  I wanted a break from laughing out loud so much and wanted to read fiction.  But I may need it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barnes and Noble bag I got this weekend made me think.  I kinda want to read these famous books everyone talks about from years ago, that even kids had to read in school.  I never read some because I wasn't in the high reading group.  &lt;u&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/u&gt; is one that's on the bag that triggered my thoughts.  I can't think of others right now.  It did make me happy to have read 3 of the books on the bag--&lt;u&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Death of a Salesman&lt;/u&gt;.  Any others you all can think of I should read?  Even though I have so many other books to read, I may have to go to the library and read some others first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112308294289014203?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112308294289014203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112308294289014203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112308294289014203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112308294289014203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/by-way-i-looked-in-my-99-yearbook-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112290348086667639</id><published>2005-08-01T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:38:00.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy august</title><content type='html'>i can't believe august is here already.  summer has gone fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to school today to meet the principal.  then i have to work at 2 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parsons is doing well.  she's got a job at home for a month so she'll be in cumberland during the week and may come to bmore on weekends.  apparently, laura is working a lot of days in cumberland so they will see each other.  we didn't do much--just reminiscing and what not.  we were trying to think of people who lived in particular rooms in college.  one completely escapes us, but it's the year before you all (sarah, amy) were there so you wouldn't know.  and it's still driving me nuts that i can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah has something on her computer that somehow bypasses the anti-piracy on cds.  so she was able to put bsb and rob thomas on her itunes and make me a copy so i could too.  yippee, too bad i didn't have foo fighters with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got STP's "thank you" cd, which is like greatest hits.  i got rid of all my stp cd's years ago and have been pissed recently, so getting this for 9.99 was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah has read laurie notaro's first book--it was good finding another fan!  she didn't know laurie had 3 other books out so we went to barnes and noble and she got the 2 we could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i better get ready to leave...see yas later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112290348086667639?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112290348086667639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112290348086667639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112290348086667639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112290348086667639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-august.html' title='happy august'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112265988479006604</id><published>2005-07-29T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:58:04.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parsons called me yesterday.  She took the bar.  And she is finally free.  I am going to see her tomorrow night, yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, it's Eric Hutchinson and Speechwriters LLC at Jammin Java.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112265988479006604?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112265988479006604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112265988479006604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112265988479006604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112265988479006604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/parsons-called-me-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112247765223163252</id><published>2005-07-27T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:20:52.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we found out at least 2 other cars have been broken into on our street recently.  one had nothing taken and the other only had their handicap tag taken.  but no one else had damage like me.  pisses me off...but seriously, what did the people think they were going to get?  they break into 3 or 4 cars, at least, and make away with nothing.  idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big brother feed is getting boring.  the people who are nominated for eviction this week have the same conversation every day.  i feel like cbs just replays the same convo.  but they are sitting in different places.  "i played this game with intergrity" "allah is going to get him" "james is this" "janelle is that" "i just can't believe their morals would let them do that".  such idiots, and hypocrites.  just cuz you got the shock of your life this week.  and last week you all were the rudest people ever to kaysar (who marianne loves), why wouldn't you expect something?  it's just so ridiculous.  good thing i only signed up for one month of feeds and not the whole time, cuz i will probably cancel after the one month cuz it's getting so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv guide is changing their layout come october.  dammit.  i get a subscription for the covers.  eventually, i want to do what i saw in a magazine once, which is basically wallpaper a wall with tv guide covers.  it was awesome.  so i have kept the covers i like.  but now they will be making the mags big size (like regular mags) so it won't work out.  and i just freaking extended my subscription.  i am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too freakin hot here.  heat index today could be up to 114.  somewhere in va this week had the highest heat index of the country at 120something.  it's really rather ridiculous.  i blame gwb.  it's his fault it's hot.  and i want to move north.  maine may not be north enough, amy (how hot is it?) that i may have to move to canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't feel like using caps today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112247765223163252?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112247765223163252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112247765223163252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112247765223163252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112247765223163252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-found-out-at-least-2-other-cars.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112231286850925353</id><published>2005-07-25T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:34:28.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fairly true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bg border="1" width="50%" style="color:#B0E0E6;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are powderblue&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#B0E0E6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your saturation level is low - You stay out of stressful situations and advise others to do the same. You may not be the go-to person when something really needs done, but you know never to blow things out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112231286850925353?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112231286850925353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112231286850925353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112231286850925353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112231286850925353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/fairly-true.html' title='fairly true...'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112205014114432765</id><published>2005-07-22T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:35:41.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Trader Joe's yesterday.  Got a heavy bag of stuff for under $30, so I was so excited.  Got all 3 of us lobster bisque.  Had it for breakfast and it was SOOOOOO good.  Also got more whole wheat spaghetti, pad thai, chicken pot stickers, boursin style cheese, granola bars, fruit leather, whole wheat "British muffins", and peanuts (for the pad thai).  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Big Brother live feed is so addicting it's ridiculous.  And very sad.  And I can't pull myself away.  Good shit went down last night and I actually had to finally go to sleep at 3, still missing some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari and I headed to Frederick last night because it was Megan's bday yesterday.  Met her at Bushwallers and was there for about an hour and a half before joining the other people at Olde Towne.  Then we left not too long after getting there...I did wait around til I saw Laura, who I last saw in January so yay.  She's good.  Cari and I hit Sheetz before coming home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112205014114432765?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112205014114432765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112205014114432765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112205014114432765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112205014114432765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-to-trader-joes-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112186350489190229</id><published>2005-07-20T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T08:45:04.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I cracked!</title><content type='html'>I signed up for Big Brother's live feeds.  How sick is that?  I must be insane.  Or bored.  If I don't see anything exciting in the next 2 days, I may cancel.  You get 3 free days at first.  It's kinda creeping me out now though, cuz all 4 cameras are on people sleeping.  No one snoring right now, but I can hear someone breathing.  I may have to turn it off and come back later.  Someone wrote yesterday good stuff happens when most of the house is asleep so I was hoping that getting up early I would see SOMETHING.  Guess not.  We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean tonight!  It feels like we were just there.  Yay, I can't wait!  Alternate Routes too, so yay!  My other Laurie Notaro books came in the mail yesterday, along with the new Sophie Kinsella, so I am super excited.  I have to finish the one I am currently reading first, though...better go do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112186350489190229?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112186350489190229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112186350489190229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112186350489190229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112186350489190229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cracked.html' title='I cracked!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112169407419476037</id><published>2005-07-18T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T09:41:14.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally forgot about doing &lt;strong&gt;Ten on Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;...this one is an old one that I knew I wanted to do the week before, when it was posted what would be next.  I don't feel like doing any of the other ones since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Truths and 2 Lies&lt;/strong&gt; (can you guess???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am wearing glasses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know how to play Bridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 9 cacti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the smell of band-aids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cat is blind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have crocheted a blanket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am reading &lt;u&gt;Me Talk Pretty One Day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have made a wood windmill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can do the Macarena.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the Spice Girls CD and enjoy it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112169407419476037?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112169407419476037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112169407419476037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112169407419476037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112169407419476037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-totally-forgot-about-doing-ten-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112143547321430218</id><published>2005-07-15T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:02:04.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Busch Gardens yesterday. It was pretty fun. Dad and Eric of course drove me CRAZY the whole time I was with them, Eric more than dad. Eric just won't shut up and it drives me crazy. He has to make comments on everything. And when one of us tells a joke or makes an observation, he has to like extend it, stating the obvious, totally ruining the fact that it didn't need explanation. And that's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a banana and milk for breakfast and I was still nauseous before riding anything. But it wasn't bad and I figured let's try. So we rode the train to the back of the park and Eric and I went on Alpengeist. It was a hanging roller coaster. It was a really good one (Eric immediatly went on it a second time)--very smooth. And there was practically no line. Didn't help my stomach but didn't hurt it either. Dad and I were searching for a soft pretzel to maybe help my stomach. After a bit, Eric and I decided to go on The Big Bad Wolf roller coaster (we never found pretzels but I did have an icee thing). Long line, but not too bad. Stomach still the same after. Someone told us they had pretzels near the front of the park so we made our way that way and ended up with nothing. Then we figured it was time for luch so we went to the Fest Haus and I had great sausages and cake and entertainment. We went a did a build-a-bear type thing for Cari (although it was a monkey) and painted some pottery (should be in the mail to me in 2 weeks). Eric and I went on Appollo's Chariot (&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is the Fabio roller coaster). It sucked. I sat on the right side (4 across) and I felt like I was going to fall out--you're not protected by like anything in front of you and on the side. You have this one thing that comes back onto your lap and that's it. Scary and I refuse to ride it ever again. All 3 of us went on Roman rapids, and after not getting too wet, hoped back in the not long line for a second time. Eric wanted to go to a store before we left so he left us and dad and I came upon Escape from Pompeii, which is a water ride. Dad didn't want to go but I did...my first ride ever by myself! Aren't you proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes the big kicker of the day&lt;/strong&gt;...My mom called while I was on the ride. Got out my cell when I got off and saw. Called her. My car window was smashed in. And there was a screwdriver stuck in the door. On our street! How scary. It really didn't affect me much, I was more concerned about the CDs in my car (nothing else much in there I care about). I almost was thinking why not take my car? It's ten years old and I could always get a newer one to replace it. BUt this shit just doesn't happen in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the park and came home. Dad thinks someone was in his car because a few things were moved and quarters were missing. He doesn't keep much in his car so he didn't think there was anything for people to steal (he had left his car in front of our house, parked in front of mine on the street, while we took a rental car on the trip). So my biggest problem is knowing there is someone out there that would do this here. I can't keep anything in my car now because I wouldn't want it taken. Luckily, anyway, most of my CDs are in the house but the ones in my car are mixes that are more sentimental. I may have to now do what Parsons did in college and carry a CD case with me everytime I go out to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, right before dad picked me up on Wednesday, I got the mail. In it was a jury summon (summon? summons? whatever). So I have finally gotten called for jury duty. So exciting. I had a feeling it was coming. I have had to fill our paperwork in the mail a few times recently giving them more info or whatever. And it just so happens I was thinking about it last week--thinking what if I get called for jury, what if it's Mike's pedophilia case (mentioned in a previous entry) and then I could be like, I worked with him I can't do it. But there is no way his trial would be this soon (my date it August 8th). I am like number 140something so I might not even have to report in. We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112143547321430218?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112143547321430218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112143547321430218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112143547321430218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112143547321430218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-busch-gardens-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112126801911567075</id><published>2005-07-13T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:20:19.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, fine, I'll blog.  I don't know if anyone is reading but I will cave.  People haven't been commenting on my myspace blog much either.  It's usually Cari, which is rather upsetting.  Especially since the most communication we have usually is over blogs and comments, seeing as I hardly ever see her, even though we live together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Busch Gardens today with dad and Eric.  We are spending tonight in a hotel and then going to the park tomorrow.  We'll see how much hair I pull out of my head after spending that much time with them.  I can't wait to go on Fabio's roller coaster.  You know the one?  Alpengeist, I believe it's called.  He was shooting a commercial when it came out years ago and while on the ride, a bird flew right smack dab into his face.  How mean is it that I think that is one of the funniest things ever?  I might not think it was funny if it were someone else.  But Fabio.  Who women "love".  How gross is that?  Now when I think of Fabio though, besides thinking of the picture of what the bird did to his face, I also picture him in &lt;u&gt;Bubble Boy&lt;/u&gt;.  Wasn't a big part and wasn't funny or bad or anything.  Just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the new All American Rejects CD yesterday.  A little perturbed.  Went to Target with mom (after going to 3 other stores on errands).  All around the store, picking up everything else on my list.  Finally get to the music section and I don't see any of the CD.  Not even any of their first CD.  It came out yesterday!  Under "New Releases" were things like Backstreet Boys and Black Eyed Peas.  How long have those been out?  FOREVER.  Well, not really forever but long enough to have been replaced on New Releases at least 3 times.  I saw no signs of any other CDs that came out yesterday, not that I remembered anything else that was supposed to come out.  SO I went over to someone who was in the camera area.  Now let me tell you, when I went to buy Rob Thomas' album months ago, 2 other people were looking for it.  They approached the guy in cameras and he went in the back looking for it.  No questions asked.  This time, however, the guy told me that was not his area and he would talk to the guy who was in the back.  He was gone for like 5 minutes, after which he came out and told me they didn't have any.  HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE ANY?  It came out today and it's not even noon--the store opened at 10.  And it's only $7, the cheapest I saw in any ads.  I said "but it came out today" and he's like "well, he says we don't have any".  The guy spoke to me with no inflection and pissed me off.  I was too pissed off the ask to speak to "the guy in the back".  So I checked out and went to Best Buy, where I proceeded to buy the CD for $8.  And I got a survey on the end of my receipt, like I do all the time.  I went online and filled it out and when asked "how do we compare to the competition in...stock availability" I checked "COMPLETELY SATISFIED".  Effing Target people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I better pack, seeing as dad could be here in 2 hours and I also need to shower.  I did make a list for myself, which I always have to do, so it shouldn't take me long to pack.  Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112126801911567075?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112126801911567075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112126801911567075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112126801911567075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112126801911567075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-fine-ill-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112079047892449130</id><published>2005-07-07T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:41:18.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so I pretty much feel really ill in my stomach right now.  Cari called me today to say someone we know was arrested for pedophilia.  I don't know if I spelled that right but you know what I mean.  He worked at JCPenney when we were there and worked at Suncoast after that.  Cari actually applied to Suncoast through him and he was fired &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; before she started.  It's really creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112079047892449130?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112079047892449130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112079047892449130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112079047892449130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112079047892449130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-so-i-pretty-much-feel-really-ill-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112074322372677424</id><published>2005-07-07T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:33:43.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people in this world.  They piss me off.  Why do you need to hurt others?  Seriously, what good is going to come of it?  It's very upsetting watching the news today but I can't make myself turn it off.  I didn't sleep all night worried about my application for employment (and whether they got rid of it) and then I wake up today and people are dead.  I guess, technically, if I thought about it, every day I wake up people are dead.  But when things like this happen and cover the news, it just makes it realer, if that's a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with Cari--she was listening to the radio on her way to work, and I was watching news and we were sharing what each of us had heard.  She said "Imagine" came on the radio and she was about to cry listening to it.  What a powerful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine there's no countries,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You...you may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope some day you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You...you may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope some day you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112074322372677424?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112074322372677424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112074322372677424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112074322372677424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112074322372677424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-people-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112057488812845842</id><published>2005-07-05T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:50:12.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Jamie and I went to Frederick last night to see Josh Gracin for free. Such cheapskates we are. Anyway, he pretty muched rocked. We couldn't see him well from where we were sitting cuz there were way too many people in front of us and we only brought a blanket, and plenty of others had chairs. He covered Rascal Flatts "Bless The Broken Road", which I love, 3 Doors Down (I am totally blanking on the song name), and Garth Brooks (no idea what song). Jamie asked me what he sang on American Idol and I had no idea. She said someone needs to cover Bon Jovi...guess what? Yup, he totally sang "It's My Life" after Jamie said this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were oh so psychic last night. We saw Maryland (Jamie's school) and Virginia Tech (her brother's) shirts on people. I said all we need now is a Penn State one (cuz we were just by Hood) and low and behold, I looked to the left and there was someone in a Penn State football shirt! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I are going to work on the storeroom today. It's going to be oh so fun. NOT. But hopefully I remember to bring my iPod so I have something to distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I have tried to delete the post below (for obvious reasons--I don't remember even hitting publish cuz I looked at it and it didn't come out--I had errors!) but Blooger is giving me lip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112057488812845842?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112057488812845842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112057488812845842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112057488812845842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112057488812845842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-jamie-and-i-went-to-frederick-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-112050962770761480</id><published>2005-07-04T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:51:18.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing to post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-112050962770761480?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/112050962770761480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=112050962770761480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112050962770761480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/112050962770761480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111997449025660194</id><published>2005-06-28T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:01:30.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we are taking the computer in today, to hopefully be fixed.  Keep your fingers crossed...and I'll see ya back here when it's back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111997449025660194?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111997449025660194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111997449025660194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111997449025660194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111997449025660194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-we-are-taking-computer-in-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111989861277902992</id><published>2005-06-27T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:57:50.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll post here, even though I have posted &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/snflwrmare"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour til I have to go to work. I wish I knew that I had the job for the fall. Cuz then I would quit Curves. I hate hating a job. I just dread going there every week. And I don't even work out anymore, which is AWFUL. I'm gonna get yelled at about it again. Anyway, tonight the usual Monday girl will not be with me so I get to work with someone I don't like. Let's see if she tells me I have to clean the freakin toilets, even though she's NOT THE BOSS. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating about going to Philly with Megan this weekend for Live 8. I want to go soooo bad. Bon Jovi's there, who you all know I LOVE, along with Sarah McLachlan, DMB, P. Diddy, Keith Urban, Will Smith, Maroon 5, Rob Thomas, among a few others I forget. I just don't want to feel left out if I go with her and her friends. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should go take a shower before I go to work. I am running out of time. And I might be late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111989861277902992?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111989861277902992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111989861277902992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111989861277902992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111989861277902992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-guess-ill-post-here-even-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111945307847414809</id><published>2005-06-22T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:11:18.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away, come again...</title><content type='html'>on second thought, don't.  well, actually it's not so bad.  Especially when I don't really have a reason to leave the house today.  And there's no thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching tennis this week.  It's &lt;a href="http://www.wimbledon.org"&gt;Wimbledon&lt;/a&gt;, which is oh so exciting.  Yay, tennis.  We finally got our &lt;a href="http://www.leggmasontennisclassic.com"&gt;Legg Mason&lt;/a&gt; tickets a couple weeks ago, so I can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one day we are going to Legg Mason is the night &lt;a href="http://www.backstreetboys.com"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/a&gt; are "in town".  Really, they're at &lt;a href="http://www.nissanpavilion.com"&gt;Nissan&lt;/a&gt; in VA but it's close enough to be considered "in town".  I want to see them cuz I love the new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to see &lt;a href="http://www.rascalflatts.com/"&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/a&gt;, but I don't know who would go with me.  There's only lawn seats left (also at Nissan) so that's no fun, but I want to see them so bad that I might break my "I refuse to go to Nissan again unless I have actual seats" rule.  I did find single tickets for seats that were decent.  But what fun is going to a concert and not sitting with anyone you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth of July, &lt;a href="http://www.joshgracin.com"&gt;Josh Gracin&lt;/a&gt; is going to be at Baker Park.  This means I can see him for free.  And I am oh so excited.  Jamie says she hates fireworks so we will probably leave before them.  I feel indifferent about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new purse cuz I am sick of using my pink Tommy purse...that has a grease stain on it.  I want a different color cuz I am wearing pink more and don't want too much pink going on...ya know?  But I don't know where to get one...cuz nothing I see I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111945307847414809?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111945307847414809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111945307847414809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111945307847414809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111945307847414809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/rain-rain-go-away-come-again.html' title='rain rain go away, come again...'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111897291313516574</id><published>2005-06-16T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:15:08.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="'http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php'" method="'post'" target="'_new'"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;form&gt;&lt;table&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marianne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween 79&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silver Spring, MD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Germantown, MD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;greenish...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'6"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;german, french, irish, some other stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;white flip flops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;failure, death, not being happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends on my mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;get a job with benefits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not a phrase but probably "..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have to pee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends, during the school year it's around 10, summer it's whenever I am tired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;riding my big wheels down the street&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;neither&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends, usually MD, except for bfast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;any dates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;anything decaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends on my mood, but vanilla lacks caffeine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;decaf coffee (see a pattern? freakin' genes)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not well&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends on if I plan to do anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I went and don't want to go back. It was a blast the first time...and I never want to take a class again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell yes, but I take Dramamine cuz I love me some roller coasters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mom, yes; dad, sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not well...only christmas carols on the piano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;last night i had 2 midori sours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, but I did have one oreo when we were trying to get rid of all the stuff in the classroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um, I was on the stairs of the stage and had to say 2 kids names for awards...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't think so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when i was like 7, but it was a small keychain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am grown up and i have no idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;canada and england again...no strong desire to see any others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends, but not too long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taller than me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;doesn't matter too much, as long as he's not a stick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;way too many...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just 2 in each ear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not anything major&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav band:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bon Jovi and Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;right now, it's "Incomplete" by BSB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav disney movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aladdin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav show growing up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;90210 and Cosby Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav show now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Tree Hill and The OC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav lyrics:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"thrills and needs won't mix, I don't need those kicks, I can get my fix through limericks on loneliness"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav actor:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal and Adam Brody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav actress:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julia Stiles and Kate Hudson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empire Records&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav thing to do on the weekends:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;be lazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav Britney song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toxic and Everytime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav shot:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hawaiian Punch...but that's a shooter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav alc. drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;midori sour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav past time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening to music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been arrested?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Craziest story:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh there are so many from college&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Friend (s):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cari, Jodi, Jamie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111897291313516574?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111893010948632879</id><published>2005-06-16T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:55:09.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"School's out for summer...school's out forever"</title><content type='html'>At our school, at the end of the last day, we all line the hallways from the portables to the front entrance.  The fifth graders come through and we have a "clap out", meaning we clap, cheer, blow kisses to them.  The special ed 5th graders were out first and I'll admit I cried a little.  3 of the 4 of them I worked with when I long-termed 2 years ago and I can't imagine them not being there next year.  I really wonder what one (well all, but more one) is going to be like in 10 years.  He's come such a long way and I know the real world is going to be hard for him.  But he has a great family and I am sure they will be there for him for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parttime PE teacher performed at a bar last night.  He is leaving us to become a vice principal next year.  He's going to do great...but now we have no more eye candy.  We need to hire cute male teachers.  Anyway, a bunch of us were there last night so it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be not too hot today (82) so I am thinking I might ask Jamie if I can lay in her hammock.  I want to read.  My goal is to finish my book today.  I've only read 2 chapters so far so it will take dedication.  I am reading "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants".  Cari, Jodi and I saw the movie on SUnday and it was good.  I immediately went to Borders and bought books one and two.  I want them to look the same so I didn't buy book 3, which is only currently available in hard cover.  And they didn't have book 2 in hard cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read "Nights in Rodanthe" by Nicholas Sparks this week.  It was good.  I was bawling!  Mom was like "are you crying because of your book?  do you like crying or something?"  I'm like "Mom, shut up until I finish."  It's no fun crying while reading and being interrupted.  I just wanted to finish it.  I now only have 3 of his books left to read.  I own at least 2 of them, I just have to clean my room to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to Ikea.  I want another bookcase.  I don't know if I will be able to shift stuff in my room ok to be able to fit it but I really need a place for all my books.  I have gotten probably 50 books in the past 6 months and they are just piled up on my floor.  One pile for books I have read now and one pile for yet-to-read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin is so itchy.  It feels like how it feels when I get sun but I don't remember being outside yesterday for more than 3 minutes at any one time.  Oh shit, it just came to me--Molly and I ate lunch outside.  I was shaded by the umbrella but I was outside for 20 minutes or so.  Better go get some aloe vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111893010948632879?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111893010948632879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111893010948632879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111893010948632879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111893010948632879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/schools-out-for-summerschools-out.html' title='&quot;School&apos;s out for summer...school&apos;s out forever&quot;'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111825895149270557</id><published>2005-06-08T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T15:30:13.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am about ready to pull out my hair. Our AC has been out since Sunday. They don't come out after 4, and you can't even make an appointment for that late (our appt today was "2:30-4", meaning they would be here during that time frame). So, the earliest we got it was today. I left school and got home around 2:30 (ok, I was 5 minutes late--but that's cuz I was focusing on the kids practicing the play and Molly gets back to the room and she's like "you have to go). The guy was already there and 2 minutes after walking in the house informs me he can do nothing because the cool water inside is a block of ice. He says it meants we need coolant stuff, which he can't do if there's ice inside. So, we have to pay them $99 for telling us to turn off the AC over night and they will come back tomorrow? Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day sucked, at school, too. First off, I got my period, which nowadays means I am super sensitive. (Did I blog last time I had it about what an awful day it was?) Anyway, we go to practice the play, with "costumes" today, since another class was planning on watching it today (since they can't come Friday). We start searching the room and the masks are no where to be found. The kids spent 3 art periods making the masks--putting it together, papier macheing and painting them. They had been in a box top, along with 5 BRAND NEW white t-shirts I bought for the play. They were ON A TABLE. And the cleaning man most likely threw them away. Are you kidding me? They were in a box! We have boxes all wround the room. None of those have been thrown away. It's not like it was on the floor. This cleaning guy has done this before, thrown away stuff that wasn't meant to be thrown away but this really pisses me off. I went in the building to get supplies from the art teacher, since all of our stuff was packed, and when I told her, I finally broke down. I tried not to cry but I was really upset about this. Argh, now I'm pissed off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need cool air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111825895149270557?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111825895149270557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111825895149270557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111825895149270557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111825895149270557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-about-ready-to-pull-out-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111818275148852682</id><published>2005-06-07T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:19:11.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back for a while at least (until you don't want me anymore).  The computer is blank.  Well, Cari redid Windows XP, which knocked everything off.  I have finished installing Norton, IM, iPod software and a few others things.  What a pain (dammit Cari...*wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out in 6 days.  I am itchy and red and have little bumps on me...from the sun exposure yesterday at field day and today on a field trip.  I applied sunblock both days but it didn't help much on my hnds and lower arms, where I am bumpy.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capon was great, by the way.  I actually enjoyed relaxing there so much, I cried when we left.  I want to go back so bad...like now.  If it wasn't so far away that I would have to move, I might get a job there.  Though it is only a May-early November place...at Capon, I read "Prep" (400 pages) and over half of Nicholas Sparks' new book, "True Believer" (which I finished after we got home).  "Prep" was ok.  "True Believer" was not good.  Before reading it, I had only read "A Walk to Remember", "The Notebook" and "The Wedding" and I bawled through those.  This new one didn't make me shed ONE tear, and I didn't like the plot much.  Cari told me "The Rescue" was not good.  But I decided to read it anyway.  I liked "The Rescue" a lot, so if Cari didn't like it, she would hate "True Believer".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111818275148852682?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111818275148852682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111818275148852682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111818275148852682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111818275148852682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-back-for-while-at-least-until-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111774609188051599</id><published>2005-06-02T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:01:31.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all!  Haven't been on in a while cuz the computer is still messed up.  Just wanted to drop a quick note here.  Hope all out there in blog world are doing well.  9 more days of school!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111774609188051599?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111774609188051599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111774609188051599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111774609188051599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111774609188051599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-all-havent-been-on-in-while-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111602213701838837</id><published>2005-05-13T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:08:57.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very upset.  I wrote a long post on Wednesday and it didn't post (I got an error when I pressed "publish").  And then the computer proceeded to act up so I couldn't get back on the internet that night.  In the past, blogger has somehow saved my posts even if they aren't posted, but it didn't happen this time.  And now I don't remember what I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut yesterday and got bangs.  Yippee.  I like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111602213701838837?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111602213701838837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111602213701838837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111602213701838837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111602213701838837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-very-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111543745044651953</id><published>2005-05-06T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:44:10.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am officially finished working on Friday afternoons!  Yippee!  I am sooooo happy.  (I don't have to work with my one boss anymore!)  Wow, that was awful of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the K/1 teacher's bday today so we went to Joe's Crab Shack tonight, after she tutored and I got off work at Curves.  I had one drink, but it was a massive one.  I couldn't drive home, so my car is currently still parked at the Rio.  Keep your fingers crossed that it is intact tomorrow when I go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleepy.  I wish I could drag myself away from this computer and watch my favorite cartoon, O'Grady.  It's on in the background but I'm not really paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I have nothing else to say now, so good night and have a great weekend (tell your mother she's the best!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111543745044651953?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111543745044651953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111543745044651953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111543745044651953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111543745044651953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-officially-finished-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111525703010467968</id><published>2005-05-04T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:37:10.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a great day to be alive I know the sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes..."</title><content type='html'>Scott was voted off of American Idol!  America FINALLY did it.  He should have been gone week 3.  At least 3 of my top 4 are still there.  And I am SURE America will vote Anthony out next week.  Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111525703010467968?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111525703010467968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111525703010467968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111525703010467968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111525703010467968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-great-day-to-be-alive-i-know-suns.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a great day to be alive I know the sun&apos;s still shinin&apos; when I close my eyes...&quot;'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111515770529945914</id><published>2005-05-03T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:01:45.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did I write on here about my trouble finding Jane Cosmetics?  I love their eye shadows.  I used to be able to find them all over but now, they're hardly anywhere.  I looked online and there are something like 5 stores in our county that carry them.  I went to one and didn't find what I want and went to the Wal-Mart in Frederick and they didn't have it either.  So I emailed customer service at the website and asked about it.  They emailed me back, saying some items may be discontinues.  I was asked what colors I was looking for and for my address, in case any discontinued items were found in the warehouse.  I replied and received an email stating two of my colors are still available but the other (which is my FAVORITE, and I wear it nearly every day and I am practically scraping the container for more!) is discontinued (despite the website still listing it).  Well, ta da!  I open the mailbox today and the envelope thing said "Jane Cosmetics" so I jumped for joy!  In it I found 4 (count them, 1-2-3-4) of my favorite eyeshadow color and 2 $1 off coupons.  And I didn't have to pay for this, since they are discontinued!  I am so excited!  YIPPEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were better today.  I was very excited about hwo well O and G did in math--they have certainly come far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111515770529945914?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111515770529945914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111515770529945914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111515770529945914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111515770529945914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/05/did-i-write-on-here-about-my-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111482128835340195</id><published>2005-04-29T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:34:48.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture."</title><content type='html'>Today was awful.  I believe it was the worst I have had subbing ever.  You know how much I say I love these kids?  Today, they drove me nuts.  The teacher was out today and our student teacher is now subbing and he got a call for another job today so he wasn't with us.  The kids were extremely loud and didn't listen to me at all.  There was nothing I could do to get them to listen.  One kid missed all of recess cuz he was being stubborn and didn't want to do his homework paper (which he could have done in 5 minutes) so he put his head down the whole time.  When I told him to come with me so we could go to lunch, I saw he was crying (which made me cry--I had never seen him cry before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting at the lunch table and I was facing O and G(I will be using initials for the kids from now on), who were at one side of the table.  All of the other kids were to my back.  I hear J say "whoever thinks G is a tattletale, raise your hand" and I turn and every other kid had their hand raised (other than O and G).  I said "J, what did you say?" and he said "oh nothing", clearly knowing how inappropriate it was.  B told me what was said (confirming I heard correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my finally straw and I started crying.  Right in the cafeteria, in front of the kids.  So, of course, the kids notice and start asking if I'm crying, to which I say no.  But of course, the tears became worse since they kept asking and asking why I was crying so I just had to get up and leave the cafeteria.  I went to the staff bathroom and stayed in their trying to compose myself before going back.  I went back and as soon as I got back, it's "Ms. Greene was crying".  So, of course, I can't keep the tears from coming so I just have to ignore the kids.  Luckily, it was time for O's medicine so I took her to get that (O is the only girl in the class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the kids down to the class and they still aren't listening to me and I get so frustrated that tears are forming again and they noticed.  "Ms. Greene why are you crying?"  "Ms. Greene why are you crying?"  "Ms. Greene why are you crying?"  "BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER"  A couple of them decide they need to hug me, started by T (I love him).  But within 10 minutes, they are back to it.  This goes on until the end of the day, no more crying but they frustrated me like crazy, until I let them play outside for 10 minutes.  And sitting there watching them play, I realized some reasons I like them so much.  I loved the way they interacted with each other on the playground.  It was a joy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to the K/1 room and the teacher and I started talking and I ended up in tears, telling the story.  The IAs from K/1 and 4/5 came in, along with the art teacher*, and saw me crying and they all hugged me (I am so lucky to work with such supportive people).  They told me, though, what terrors their kids were today too so it wasn't just me.  The 4/5 IA said she asked her teacher if it was a full moon (not even close, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Curves tonight, a latin CD was put back in the player, even though I took it out on Monday,  I had a request from a member to remove it.  I can't believe it was put back in the next day.  The other worker asked me if I liked it and I shook my head (I didn't want everyone to hear me).  But of course, it wasn't kept quiet.  Someone working out told me something about I should learn more about other cultures.  Hello, I never said I don't like other cultures, I just didn't like the music on the CD.  It also doesn't help me liking it when I hear it every day I am there.  There's a reason we have so many CDs and we shouldn't have the same one in there for so long.  That's what pisses me off.  I never complained about the CD cuz it wasn't a big deal to me until I heard it so much.  ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day.  So my horoscope today?  It's totally the truth: "It seems people are going out of their way to be aggravating.  Make a call to a like-minded individual for a brief gripe session this afternoon.  Better to talk out your aggression than be involved in a road rage incident."**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(stealing Amy's footnotes) she and I, who students always confuse, saw each other today and flipped out--we both wore white tees, jeans and pink zipper hoodies.  We had the media asst take our picture--I have it on email if anyone wants to see.&lt;br /&gt;**Hello, longest post ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111482128835340195?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111482128835340195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111482128835340195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111482128835340195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111482128835340195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-bad-day-please-dont-take.html' title='&quot;Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture.&quot;'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111464524235661465</id><published>2005-04-27T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:40:42.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the zoo turned out ok.  I put on sunblock this morning and I think I got a little sun anyway.  It was a beautiful day, not too hot and it didn't end up raining (we were prepared!).  I woke up this morning 1 1/2 hours before my alarm and couldn't go back to sleep, thinking about the big snakes at the zoo (I sat on a bench while the group went in the reptile house). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep on the bus on the way home, along with one of the other chaperones and 6 of our 9 kids.  I wasn't asleep long before one of the kids said "Ms. Greene!" and woke me up.  I left school as soon as all the buses came for the kids.  Got home, ate a little and fell asleep by 4:30.  I just got up a bit ago, making my nap...3 hours!  I hope I can go to sleep tonight.  As of now, I am still having trouble keeping my eyes open but waiting for That 70's Show (*tear* Eric's leaving!) and American Idol could wake me up more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111464524235661465?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111464524235661465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111464524235661465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111464524235661465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111464524235661465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-zoo-turned-out-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111456812006636515</id><published>2005-04-26T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:15:20.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 stupid things you did as a kid</title><content type='html'>from ten on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;stole candy within the house--those blue and white M&amp;M's were tempting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chased Josh into and out of the tennis courts--and slammed the door so it bashed my face and blood went gushing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;told my mother I hated her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stole little figurines from the Penn State bookstore, and there was no reason behind it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waited months before telling my mom I needed glasses, suffering through not being able to see at the end of third grade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spit in Josh's face (it was stupid cuz he spit back and it was totally disgusting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asked my friend what homework was for science, retracted it and asked the guy I had a crush on, since he was actually in my class and she had the teacher a different period.  hello, girls in 7th grade will do anything to talk to their crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gave Jodi my phone number...although, that didn't turn out to be such a stupid thing, just at the time--giving my phone number to someone who was bullying me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wore this god-awful blue and black polka dot outfit--a big shirt with big dots and leggings with little dots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a perm, and not take care of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow, that was hard!  it was practically pulling teeth for me.  i expanded it to not necessarily being "a kid" but up to age 13.  Do you consider that a kid?  I didn't do many stupid things, I think, when I was younger.  Oh well...beddy-bye time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111456812006636515?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111456812006636515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111456812006636515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111456812006636515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111456812006636515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/10-stupid-things-you-did-as-kid.html' title='10 stupid things you did as a kid'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111447899939847690</id><published>2005-04-25T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:29:59.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate having a steady job.  I wish school started later in the day.  I woke up last night at 2:30 and felt refreshed.  And then I saw the time.  And then I woke up at 4:30.  And looked at the time.  Then I heard mom up at 5:45.  Then Cari woke me up taking a shower (which is attached to my wall) at 6:20.  And of course, by the time my alarm went off at 6:50, I was beat.  The day seemed to drag on and on.  It was colder at recess time (11:30) than it was after work tonight (8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could force myself to take showers at night like I used to.  But I am just so tired, for some reason, I would rather wake up earlier to shower.  No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an assembly tomorrow and the field trip to the zoo on Wednesday.  Molly (the teacher I work with) is going to be out on Friday, so we'll see what sub I get.  Jodi's birthday is Sunday.  I still have to figure out what to get her.  I am mad The Cosby Show DVDs don't come out until August cuz she wanted them before we even knew they were coming out.  Maybe I could pay for them now and just give her the thing that it's all paid for until August.  Was it her who told me to do that?  Or was it Cari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my Rilo Kiley CD.  I listen to it over and over.  I really don't like #4 but the rest are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a tapas restaurant, Isabella's, on Market Street last night.  Cari wanted to go there for her bday dinner and it took us that long to be able to go.  Jamie and her mom and Megan came.  Megan was the only one that had been there before.  It was good.  We were sooo full after.  It's owned by the same people that own Brewer's Alley and Summit Station (which is in Gaithersburg, in case you didn't know--it's fab when they have their lobster night!).  If you haven't been to Isabella's, &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;, you should go when you're down in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's off to bed before I crash just typing on the computer.  Have a terrific Tuesday everyone...hopefully I will remember to do the "Ten on Tuesday" tomorrow.  If it's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111447899939847690?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111447899939847690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111447899939847690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111447899939847690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111447899939847690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-having-steady-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111429832775777979</id><published>2005-04-23T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:18:47.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really getting frustrated with the lack of ice cream flavors with nothing chocolate involved.  Even Baskin Robbins didn't have anything peanut butter without chocolate and didn't have strawberry cheesecake, which I usually love there!  I know Capon serves a peanut butter swirl by Hershey's but I don't know where I can buy it around here.  Not that I need ice cream, but still.  Not finding good flavors is making me want ice cream MORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111429832775777979?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111429832775777979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111429832775777979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111429832775777979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111429832775777979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-really-getting-frustrated-with-lack.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111411428820490447</id><published>2005-04-21T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:11:28.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after school, Kathy (the K/1 teacher), Maria (the K/1 Instrustional Asst), Tammie (the 4/5 IA) and I (the 2/3 IA) were sitting around talking.  Someone mentioned Vegas for some reason and after talking for a minute, Kathy was like "so do you guys seriously want to go to Vegas?"  She told us our hotel could be comped and we may be able to have a limo pick us up at the airport.  So, of course, we're all like "hell yeah".  I mentioned Sarah just going (Kathy reminds me so much of Sarah).  And I mentioned how Megan found cheap flights recently.  Then, Kathy said the flights would be comped too!  Turns out her sister is a big gambler (of course, not a good thing) and was given $50,000 to come play in a Texas Hold-Em tourney.  And when she does this, she checks into 2 hotels.  How cool would this be?  So we are seriously planning on doing this.  Kathy was joking that we should do it before school gets out and all take off on a Friday.  Of course, that couldn't happen, since Kathy and Maria can't both be out the same day.  And it would look mighty suspicious is all of us were gone the same day.  I really would rather go to Vegas when it's not as hot but if it's free, I guess I will deal!  So this summer, hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111411428820490447?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111411428820490447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111411428820490447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111411428820490447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111411428820490447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-after-school-kathy-k1-teacher-maria.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111395222034720178</id><published>2005-04-19T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:10:20.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adamrichman.com"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;'s CD came out today.  And I don't have it.  Went to Target, where I got Rob Thomas' new one, but they did not have Adam.  Then I headed to Best Buy and bought &lt;a href="http://www.rilokiley.com"&gt;Rilo Kiley&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.damienrice.com/"&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt;, finally.  But, alas, no Adam.  Went to Borders--guess what?  NO Adam.  I did order it through Borders and it should be a week.  But Cari may order it through her work and get a discount so it'd be better.  I hope it doesn't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to leave for my staff meeting.  Grr Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore a "Math is Fun" Bert and Ernie shirt I bought from Penney's years ago today.  Everyone loved it.  Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our student teacher was absent today so I had to do both lunch and recess with the kids.  Got some sun at recess.  I will have to start wearing sunblock.  I don't know if it will still work if I put it on in the morning (cuz recess is 4 hours later)...&lt;strong&gt;any ideas?????&lt;/strong&gt;  Cuz I wear makeup so it seems odd and not good to put it on right before heading out on top of my makeup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111395222034720178?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111395222034720178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111395222034720178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111395222034720178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111395222034720178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/adams-cd-came-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111387207544178182</id><published>2005-04-18T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:54:35.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was my first as the long-term sub.  Went ok...of course, some of them drove me crazy but the things they did were things they do daily (one cries, one argues, one talks incessantly).  I am excited, though, about the kids.  They are (mostly) fabulous.  And I really want to be in there next year cuz I am so excited about one of the girls who will be in 2nd grade next year.  She is a cutie--came off the bus today in an adorable dress and jacket.  She's a handful but I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari MADE me go with her to Dave and Buster's last night.  She HAD to play more pool.  She's SO demanding.  Speaking of her, I just talked her.  She's at a Suncoast manager's meeting in New Jersey overnight tonight.  She said she has her own room (she's the only girl in her district who's a manager).  They have open bar tonight!  She's going to be hungover tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a staff meeting at Curves tomorrow night.  There is a large agenda...so of course, I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111387207544178182?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111387207544178182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111387207544178182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111387207544178182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111387207544178182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-today-was-my-first-as-long-term-sub.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111342441828785468</id><published>2005-04-13T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:33:38.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to blog this yesterday...from 10 on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom's mac and cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oatmeal with sugar and cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.26823.com"&gt;Capon&lt;/a&gt; orange breakfast cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chicken fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet and sour meatballs over rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fresh corn on the cob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crab (hey, where am I from?  that's right!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tacos!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111342441828785468?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111342441828785468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111342441828785468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111342441828785468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111342441828785468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-forgot-to-blog-this-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111342317593279435</id><published>2005-04-13T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:12:55.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a tiring week so far, and it's only Wednesday.  I can't seem to sleep at night.  I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the 2/3 teacher.  She talked to the aide, who I will be covering for starting Monday.  She has now said she will not be back.  So, we are trying to figure out how we can go about this to practically ensure that I get the job next year.  Oh how I want it so bad.  Our principal is leaving next year.  Just found that out this week.  I like her but I know some people have their issues.  I am just hoping we can get this all worked out before she leaves.  Cuz she knows how much I wanted the job 2 years ago and I would think she would be able to somehow pull some strings to get it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back has been KILLING me for days.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish my lovely, beautiful sister would give me a back massage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry.  I wonder what is for dinner.  Mom and I were planning on going to Curves (I almost typed Curving, but it kinda didn't make sense, even though it woulda been funny) when she got home--before 4--so I came home and got dressed.  Then she called to say she was tutoring and wouldn't be home til after 5.  She's still going but I am so beat I don't feel like it.  I know I should.  But no.  Not today.  I will work out Friday.  I promise.  Unless what happened Monday happens again (I started working out and got 1/2 a time around and people showed up for appts and first workouts so all 3 of us working got busy at once...and I was busy non-stop for the rest of the night so I never finished my workout).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111342317593279435?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111342317593279435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111342317593279435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111342317593279435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111342317593279435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-its-been-tiring-week-so-far-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111316257867003603</id><published>2005-04-10T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:49:38.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong with my countdown?  at 2 am it said "-2 days til cari's bday" but by noon, it said "-28 days...".  and now i change the date to late may, and it's saying 12 days?  sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111316257867003603?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111316257867003603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111316257867003603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111316257867003603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111316257867003603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-hell-is-wrong-with-my-countdown.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111315380622510031</id><published>2005-04-10T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:23:26.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we had fun last night at &lt;a href="http://www.daveandbusters.com/?f=1"&gt;D&amp;B&lt;/a&gt;.  It wasn't &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; thrilling until we got the pool table.  People seemed to come out of the woodwork once we got it though, which was weird.  These guys who work at Shenk &amp; Tittle, which is a sports store near Cari's &lt;a href="http://www.suncoast.com"&gt;Suncoast&lt;/a&gt;, were playing pool and kept winning, so they were on the table for a while.  I can't even remember now if they actually lost or if they finally gave it up cuz we were complaining.  I played with Cari's coworker Matt against them and I don't think I got one it.  We (or rather Matt) only lost by one ball though, which was good.  After a while, I wanted to play again so Jamie's friend Nicholai (or however you spell it) played with me.  He hadn't seen how bad I was before.  We ended up winning 3 games and losing our fourth.  We actually beat the one S&amp;T boy(or "Tittle Boy", as we referred to him as), who was playing with another partner.  The first game, I think I may have sunk 1 or 2 balls.  The second, I sank nothing.  The third I sank 3 (I was excited!  I actually sank one, then sank a second on my immediate next turn...).  The last game, which we lost to Cari and Matt, I did horribly again.  We want to play pool more now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 6 drinks last night and I think Cari had 8.  She was drunk...I was not.  Can you believe it?  Me, Ms. Low Tolerance, did not get drunk on 6 drinks!  Of course, I did eat while I was having my first one, but that was all I ate all night.  I started feeling tipsy after the first one so I got another immediately, but it was a frozen drink and just seemed to make the tipsy-ness go away.  The first drink I had I also had later in the night...but it did nothing for me.  Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 20 people there (I can't count exactly, but I know I can think of 21).  And even though Jodi didn't come and Megan was in the game room most of the night, it was still fun for me.  Cari's friends aren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't feel much last night, I woke up this morning with the biggest headache.  I took 3 Advil and went back to sleep for 2 hours...and woke up to no headache.  I still have a scratchy voice and feel a little stuffy but I'm alright.  Cari's now back in bed napping.  She feels fine today--booger.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.jaspersrestaurants.com/Spirit_Of_Fun/body-Main.cfm"&gt;Jasper's&lt;/a&gt; for brunch with Dad and Eric this morning.  May be going out to dinner, just the three of us.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111315380622510031?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111315380622510031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111315380622510031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111315380622510031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111315380622510031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-we-had-fun-last-night-at-db.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111304492294397785</id><published>2005-04-09T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:08:42.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cari Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I have to go work at Curves now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111304492294397785?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111304492294397785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111304492294397785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111304492294397785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111304492294397785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-cari-birthday.html' title='Happy Cari Birthday!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111296925648537020</id><published>2005-04-08T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T10:07:36.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over at &lt;a href="http://www.poundy.com"&gt;Pound&lt;/a&gt;, she mentions that &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2005/04/06/torrid/"&gt;Salon has a feature article&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.torrid.com"&gt;Torrid&lt;/a&gt;.  Interesting.  Some of the "expert" people think that because big girls can buy cute clothes, they may not have desire to lose weight.  How assinine.  Like not having stylish clothes really helped the fat girls in years past?  The weight problem in this country has only gotten worse, not better, so how can stores like Torrid hurt?  If it makes someone feel better about themselves, why not?  The article mentions that Lane Bryant "is persistently (and perhaps unfairly) known as the frumpy aunt of all women's plus-size clothing".  WHo thinks of it that way?  Sure, there are some crazy clothes in there I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole, but what store doesn't have that?  Most of my wardrobe is from there and I don't think of myself as frumpy...and I hope others don't.  There are PLENTY of things at Torrid that I think are disgusting, but that makes it all the better when I find my "Shake Your Bear Behind" shirt or my pin stripe gray and turquoise dressy pants.  It is frustrating that their shorts don't fit me (argh-why does one size have to be too small and the next size up be too big?), since all other places that have shorts in my size have ones with inseams of like 20 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my big problem right now--I need shorts but the freakin inseams are way too long.  And because of where I wear my pants (which I always thought was my waist but who knows), the freakin crotch hangs low and the long inseam just makes it worse.  I wish some place had low-rise shorts in my size, cuz then maybe the crotch would sit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I may run to Target today, before work at Curves.  Get a couple-a things.  We'll see.  Maybe Jamie's home and wants to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111296925648537020?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111296925648537020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111296925648537020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111296925648537020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111296925648537020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/over-at-pound-she-mentions-that-salon.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111283485108566473</id><published>2005-04-06T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:47:31.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot to put Paris HIlton at the top of my "ten news stories you are sick of" list.  I am so tired of hearing anything about her it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to tell you all my favorite songs.  Cari did guess about half of them, though it was out loud to me.  And she did so without looking anything up.  I am sure she would have gotten a couple more if she had looked at song lists for the artsits (like *N SYNC, Dean and Eric Hutchinson).  She got the bolded ones correct.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony Lucca - Happily Ever After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Morris - Watching Over You&lt;br /&gt;Dean Fields - Paper Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush - Glycerine&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi - Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*N SYNC - Everything I Own (this is my favorite cuz I get to hear Lance's voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Richman - Mary-Anne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw - Don't Take The Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rascal Flatts - Bless The Broken Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bangles - I'll Set You Free&lt;br /&gt;Richard Marx - Now and Forever (part of the reason I love this song is Tony and JC sang it on MMC)&lt;br /&gt;No Doubt - Bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Chicks - Without You&lt;br /&gt;Eric Hutchinson - Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firehouse - Love Of A Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Gary Allan - Songs About Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Howie Day - Collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanson - Penny &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;JC Chasez - Build My World&lt;br /&gt;Joe Firstman - The Adventures of the Empress of Harlem and the Amazing Subway Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111283485108566473?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111283485108566473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111283485108566473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111283485108566473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111283485108566473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-believe-i-forgot-to-put-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111281732119891074</id><published>2005-04-06T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:55:21.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 favorite movie quotes</title><content type='html'>stolen from Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I got Debo on mind control.  He says 'shut the fuck up' and I'm quiet.  But, once he leaves, I start talkin."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We had to burn down the school just to get you out of third grade"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Tom, you're acting like a crazy person" "Maybe...it's cuz I just got hit in the HEAD with a ten pound ashtray"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's some good shit, eh?" "It's a fucking cigarette"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Where are you going?" "Well, if you must know, a small study group with friends" "Otherwise known as an orgy?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Santa sneaks in with the relatives for Thanksgiving and hides in the laundry until Christmas"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hey, look at me!  I'm gonna go touch the butt"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"She was always taking notes" "She was a secretary!" "'whatever!'[using air quotes]"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No visible tattoos."  "No revealing clothing."  "We're both screwed. At least you're used to it."  "Now Debra, don't be bitter. Certainly with your ever growing collection of flesh mutilating silver appendages and your brand new neo-Nazi boot camp make-over, the boys will come a runnin'"  "Let's not fight, let's just rip."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"what are you gonna do today, Napoleon?"  "Whatever I feel like I'm gonna do--gosh!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111281732119891074?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111281732119891074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111281732119891074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111281732119891074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111281732119891074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/10-favorite-movie-quotes.html' title='10 favorite movie quotes'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111272741785373094</id><published>2005-04-05T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:56:57.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got an email about upcoming Avril Lavigne tour dates.  She will be in Canada, with one date in Illinois and one in Michigan right in the middle of the Canadien dates.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari and I watched this show before she left.  It's on Style Network and called "Craft Corner Deathmatch".  How hilarious is that?  It's 2 people crafting against each other.  There are different tasks on each show, including greeting card, gift wrap, wind chimes, wedding cake, and mosaic frames.  Of course, they aren't really your typical crafts.  The greeting cards were to incorporate leaves, the gift wrap was wrapping something without a box, using things found in a kitchen to wrap, the cake was with snack cakes.  It was very addicting to watch.  There are three judges that judge people.  After 2 rounds (2 craft challenges--oh each challenge is 10 minutes), the person with the higher score wins.  And that person then crafts against The Craft Lady Of Steel, for a big prize.  The first episode we saw the prize was a sewing machine.  The second was a cruise.  Who wants a freaking sewing machine?  Trip!!!  If you get the style network, you should check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111272741785373094?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111272741785373094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111272741785373094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111272741785373094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111272741785373094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-just-got-email-about-upcoming-avril.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111272124171734772</id><published>2005-04-05T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:14:01.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten News Stories You Are Sick Of</title><content type='html'>from &lt;a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/"&gt;Ten on Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terri Schiavo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pope (I know I'm mean)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything involving the president&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;steroids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlie Sheen and Denise Richards (who really thought they would ever last, anyway?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashton and Demi pregnant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britney pregnant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iraq&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baseball (though this is linked to #4, you know I don't like baseball in general)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111272124171734772?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111272124171734772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111272124171734772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111272124171734772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111272124171734772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/ten-news-stories-you-are-sick-of.html' title='Ten News Stories You Are Sick Of'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111271153792599872</id><published>2005-04-05T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:55:01.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this could be interesting...</title><content type='html'>oh just give some a try...i don't want cari to get them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1. Post the names of 20 musicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2. See who can guess which is your favorite song by each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. Once someone guesses right, bold that row and include the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tony Lucca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt Morris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dean Fields&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*N SYNC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Richman - Mary-Anne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim McGraw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bangles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Marx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Doubt - Bathwater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dixie Chicks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eric Hutchinson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gary Allan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Howie Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JC Chasez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe Firstman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111271153792599872?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111271153792599872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111271153792599872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111271153792599872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111271153792599872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-could-be-interesting.html' title='this could be interesting...'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111266092311436269</id><published>2005-04-04T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:36:49.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got an email from Parsons--her apartment building burnt down yesterday! She was home and was able to salvage some things, such as pictures. And though she forgot about him at first, a fireman was able to save her hamster (which I didn't know she had). Some people took some pictures of the fire: &lt;a href="http://www2.onu.edu/~g-vance/fire/index_fire.htm"&gt;set one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/312719935wSuydU"&gt;set two&lt;/a&gt;. You can reach her through email (or her cell, if you've got that) if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have off tomorrow and I plan on sleeping. And listening to my new mix CD from Amy (thanks!), though I cannot sleep and listen at the same time (I am not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; skilled). And trying to get healthy before I have to sub again Wednesday and Thursday. I have to work at Curves on Friday and Saturday (no school for students Friday). Then starting next week, I have to sub every day til the end of the year, as far as I know (along with working at Curves on Mondays and Fridays after school). I am prepared to be exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough is still driving me nuts, but other than that I seem to be fine--my nose is no longer congested at all. Today was a rough day at school, in the class I was in, and it didn't help when I had coughing attacks. Please let Cari be better by Saturday! (she currently has no voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add in my description of our trip that Wednesday night we were in the room at about 9 or so.  We started hearing "pop pop pop" and went outside.  There were fireworks over the Mississippi, that we could see from standing outside our room's door.  It was exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111266092311436269?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111266092311436269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111266092311436269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111266092311436269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111266092311436269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-got-email-from-parsons-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111240649657437605</id><published>2005-04-01T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:00:53.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my long entry will begin with Friday, March 25. I went to work at Curves but I felt awful so they sent me home. Luckily. By 6 pm, I had a 102 degree fever. I still had the fever Saturday morning so mom took me to Medical Access, where I was told I had a throat infection, which was not strep (or scarlet fever, which was going around school). I was given an antibiotic. I took it twice Saturday and by Saturday night, I felt so nauseous and had no voice. I didn't pack at all. I had stuck some things in my suitcase on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Sunday and felt awful still. I had only eaten little bits twice on Saturday. I couldn't eat in the morning Sunday because of the nausea (which was probably due to not eating enough when I took the antibiotic, which I had stopped taking). Mom and Cari helped out by basically packing for me. Luckily, I had put more in my suitcase than I remembered so all I had to figure out was carry-on stuff and shoes. And they folded everything. And I lay on the back seat all the way to the airport. And I lay on the airport floor when we were there. I couldn't sit up, because of the nausea, and I still had no voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded our first plane on time but had to sit on it for an extra 45 minutes while they checked it out. We made good flight time but because of the delay, ended up missing our conection in Dallas anyway. We were put onto a flight 2 1/2 hours later to New Orleans. This plane also had to be checked out and we sat on it for an extra 30 minutes than we should have had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to New Orleans finally...only to not get Cari's suitcase. It didn't make it to New Orleans. So, we finally got to our hotel (which was really nice) after riding in a shuttle with a crazy driver. We were greeted at the hotel by the NICEST woman.  She knew mom's name when we walked in the door.  It was such a relief after the day we had had.  Our room was located on the fourth floor, where there were 4 rooms sharing a sun deck.  Very cute.  Our room itself was a really nice size and the beds were soft (nice at first, but I started getting really stiff in the mornings).  If you stood on a chair on the sun deck, you could see over the wall to the Mississippi River, which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, we went to Cafe DuMonde, Pat O'Brien's, and Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville.  Cari and I went in the pool (it's a miracle!).  Our room was cold the first few nights and we were complaining, but the last 2 nights it was so hot, I couldn't believe we complained about the coldness.  Much easier to sleep when cold than when hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my voice back on Monday but I am still now coughing like crazy.  I got Cari sick by Wednesday.  Cari's suitcase came on Monday so she wasn't without it for long (she did have a set of clothes in her carry-on).  We went on a boat ride one day on the Mississippi, went to a wax history museum, rode a trolley, and took a mule-drawn carriage ride (it's a law that they are pulled by mules not horses).  We relaxed a lot, which we needed, plus Cari and I were pretty drained, being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back home.  I wish I could hear (ears are still messed up from the planes) and I wish I would stop coughing.  Now, I am looking forward to Capon in less than 2 months!  If I remember anything else about the trip, I will write it later.  I am wiped...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111240649657437605?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111240649657437605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111240649657437605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111240649657437605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111240649657437605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-my-long-entry-will-begin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111161539400688777</id><published>2005-03-23T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:11:36.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you have to read &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=3049712&amp;amp;blogID=18378080&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050323132354"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;. I hope that link works. It's a guy I went to high school with. Someone on his campus left their IM stuff saved so he logged on their account and messed with her friends. It's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One school day left! Then Curves Friday. Then a free day, then N.O.!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heard of Matt Wertz? He's got a song called..."Marianne"!!!!!!!!!!! Found him yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111161539400688777?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111161539400688777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111161539400688777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111161539400688777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111161539400688777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-you-have-to-read-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111154623022410008</id><published>2005-03-22T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:50:30.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i wanted to do a meme and i found &lt;a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/index2.php"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;.  each tuesday, she does a top ten list.  this week's was too hard (i couldn't come up with even close to ten) but i am going to try March 1's entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top ten songs that bring back memories (and the memories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)   &lt;strong&gt;Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch-Good Vibrations&lt;/strong&gt;  first concert&lt;br /&gt;2)   &lt;strong&gt;Garth Brooks-Friends In Low Places&lt;/strong&gt; hearing someone sing it for the first time at baton practice at Sherwood...and also, Ring Formal in college&lt;br /&gt;3)   &lt;strong&gt;TLC-No Scrubs&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah and all them's airband performance...yeah, I think of airband more with this song than the ones I performed in!&lt;br /&gt;4)   &lt;strong&gt;Bette Midler-From A Distance&lt;/strong&gt;  singing it in elementary school chorus and doing sign language with it&lt;br /&gt;5)   &lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Ice-Havin' A Roni&lt;/strong&gt;  Kevin Eisenacher brought the CD to music one week in 6th grade and played this song and I still remember it&lt;br /&gt;6)   &lt;strong&gt;B-52's-Love Shack&lt;/strong&gt;  baton, with Tracie Browning dancing in front of everyone&lt;br /&gt;7)   &lt;strong&gt;Will Smith-Summertime&lt;/strong&gt;  every summer from middle school through college...it's not summer until I hear it&lt;br /&gt;8)   &lt;strong&gt;Gin Blossoms-Til I Hear It From You&lt;/strong&gt;  the first weekend I saw Empire Records...and watched a total of 5 times in 2 days&lt;br /&gt;9)   &lt;strong&gt;Bon Jovi-Always&lt;/strong&gt;  the video with Keri Russell&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys-Show Me The Meaning of Lonely&lt;/strong&gt;  the girl at the concert who fast danced to this slow song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was kinda like pulling teeth, cuz I know there are a ton of songs that trigger memories for me but this is what I thought of now.  OK, bedtime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111154623022410008?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111154623022410008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111154623022410008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111154623022410008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111154623022410008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-i-wanted-to-do-meme-and-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111150709851254768</id><published>2005-03-22T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:58:18.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the stereo: Kyler England&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Arlington last night to see &lt;a href="http://www.deanfields.com"&gt;Dean&lt;/a&gt; play at &lt;a href="http://www.iotaclubandcafe.com"&gt;Iota&lt;/a&gt;.  It was good times.  It was a night of "Songwriters in the Round", meaning there were 5 of them on stage and they took turns playing.  &lt;a href="http://www.leahmorgan.com"&gt;Leah Morgan&lt;/a&gt; set the whole thing up.  We saw her play at &lt;a href="http://www.jamminjava.com"&gt;Jammin Java&lt;/a&gt; in January with Dean and she was good.  I think she was better last night.  We also heard for the first time &lt;a href="http://www.kylerengland.com"&gt;Kyler England&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.eric-hutchinson.com"&gt;Eric Hutchinson&lt;/a&gt; (and someone else whose name escapes me...Anais?).  Those two were really good.  I bought CDs (2 of Kyler's, one EP of Eric's).  Eric was quite witty.  He had shirts for sale that said "Eric Hutchinson is really good".  He said the "Eric Hutchinson Sucks" shirts sold out.  He played with Tony in December but I didn't go.  But I had checked out his website.  Here, look at &lt;a href="http://www.eric-hutchinson.com/new/store.php?cat=shirts"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt; on his shirts--I like the top where it says "Like Abercrombie. only &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;."  He also stressed that his website was "eric dash hutchinson dot com or eric hyphen hutchinson dot com or eric line hutchinson dot com".  He said erichutchinson.com was taken and the guys a jerk (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I were chatting with Dean after the show (and Cari joined when she came back from the bathroom).  He's so the best.  We asked him about Saturday (when he plays in Chestertown) cuz Cari wants to go, even though we leave for New Orleans Sunday bright and early.  Jamie asked him how the other people performing were and he "so-so"ed his hand low, as to not really say it out loud.  And he told us not to go.  He did say if we hadn't come last night he woulda kicked our asses (or words to that effect).  Then, he said something about Eric's CD, so I told him I got it.  He asked to see it and just then Eric was walking by so Dean said "Hey, she wants you to sign her CD".  So Dean found a pen and brilliantly opened the CD and Cari told Eric to write "Marianne's my favorite girl" (from the Adam Richman song).  He did end up writing "To Marianne You're my favorite girl" and sign it.  HAHAHAHAHAHA  Notice, he wrote "you're", which made me super happy he isn't some dumbass who writes "your" because they don't know which is right.  So we chatted with him for a few minutes and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;, did you notice I said I got a CD of a girl singer?  Are you happy?  I have been looking for a girl I like and she was really good (you can listen at her website).  Let me know if you like her music and I can make you copies of both CDs.  On her website you can see who she has shared the stage with and it includes Melissa Etheridge!  Yay...ps, anyone have a Melissa CD?  Like the one with "Come To My Window"??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's time for me to shower and then head to Target with Jamie...lata peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111150709851254768?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111150709851254768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111150709851254768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111150709851254768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111150709851254768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-music.html' title='good music'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111143862121644321</id><published>2005-03-21T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:57:01.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>arrrrrr, i'm a pirate</title><content type='html'>so, we had a good time last night at the bball game...until we lost!  It was INSANE.  Very frustrating and I am sure you don't care so we won't even discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari and I were acting silly like crazy.  First of all, when they announced the teams, they said Liberty's coach's name.  We heard "Cari Greene" so Cari gets up and says "excuse me, but I have to go down and coach my team."  We looked it up and it turns out the coachs name does sound the same, though it's spelled "Carey Green"...and he's a man.  (10 points--who is Liberty University's chancellor?  Oh, it's so irritating)  All night, I kept getting frustrated and saying "arrr" and then I liked to add the "i'm a pirate" and it was funny.  BUt, seriously, that line Cari said about coaching, I still laugh now thinking of her saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went bowling today.  IT was a lot of fun.  I REALLY want to bowl myself now.  The adults didn't bowl at all.  The kids did much better than we even expected.  It was great...cept I think I was so loud cuz of how it was there that I gave myself a headache.  And that won't be good for Dean tonight.  I better go nap...lata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111143862121644321?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111143862121644321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111143862121644321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111143862121644321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111143862121644321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/arrrrrr-im-pirate.html' title='arrrrrr, i&apos;m a pirate'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111115479184455703</id><published>2005-03-18T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:06:31.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home again!  Can't wait til my exciting week next week!  Sunday, Penn State bball.  Monday, field trip bowling then Dean that night in VA.  Tuesday, (HOPEFULLY) Penn State bball.  I have no job Tuesday, in case we get home real late (which will probably happen) on Monday.  Friday starts spring break and we leave for New Orleans next Sunday.  Woohoo!  I can't believe it's almost here.  There's such a build up, when it's over and we come home, there will be such a let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work at 3 and get water.  My boss called last night and asked me to.  The other boss must not have gotten any this week, like I thought she would (she &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; sick on Tuesday...).  I think we're probably almost totally out.  I put out one bottle Monday and there was only one full one left.  People are really starting to go through it.  We used to be able to go 2 weeks before we had to refill 5 of the bottles (we have 6).  Now, in a week, we go through 4.  It's insane.  And it's not even like it's that hot outside yet.  Must mean we have more members and people are working out more.  I guess that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Jennifer Love Hewitt song in my mind today.  I don't remember if it was one of the TWO of hers I listened to yesterday but I listened to quite a lot of music afterwards so it's not like that was the last song I heard.  CRAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111115479184455703?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111115479184455703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111115479184455703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111115479184455703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111115479184455703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/home-again-cant-wait-til-my-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111108609090956820</id><published>2005-03-17T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:01:30.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, random person at Penn State with no referring link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't play Dean and I am bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111108609090956820?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111108609090956820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111108609090956820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111108609090956820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111108609090956820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-random-person-at-penn-state-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111107345044398821</id><published>2005-03-17T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:50:47.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I requested &lt;a href="http://www.deanfields.com"&gt;Dean&lt;/a&gt; again so hopefully they will play him today. It's totally appropriate, being St. Patty's Day and all...they NEED to play "Irish Bars". If they don't, I will cry. OK, I won't cry, but I will get very angry. And I may go &lt;a href="http://wtmd.org/Requestpage.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and complain. That website says it's for requests and feedback. By requests, do they mean song requests? Because you all out there should request Dean Fields' "Irish Bars" through that link. Go ahead, and I'll be your friend forever, even if I don't know you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how in the game hearts, the computer says "Select a card to play" but if you select anything other than 2 of clubs, it says "You must lead with the 2 of clubs".  Hello, why not just say originally "play the 2 of clubs"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111107345044398821?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111107345044398821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111107345044398821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111107345044398821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111107345044398821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-i-requested-dean-again-so-hopefully.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111106615688560283</id><published>2005-03-17T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T08:29:16.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to me!</title><content type='html'>I am home today...I should go workout.  We'll see...and I have to run by school to pick up something I left in the fridge last week and keep forgetting to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111106615688560283?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111106615688560283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111106615688560283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111106615688560283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111106615688560283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/talk-to-me.html' title='Talk to me!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111092178389706217</id><published>2005-03-15T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:23:03.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, got an email yesterday from Dean about his song "Irish Bars" being sent to radio stations.  The closest stations to us are ones in Towson and Annapolis.  We can't get them on our radios here but the Towson one you can listen to online.  So, I am listening now and I already called to request it.  The guy who answered said he'd pass along the request to the deejay and see if they can play it.  The show on now is something like "New Music Tuesday" so it's perfect, don'tcha think?  Kind of appropriate which song is available to request, with St. Patty's Day being Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of St. Patty's Day, I wore my shirt for it today.  I have NOTHING to do Thursday so I decided to wear it today.  It's so cute (Old Navy).  Too bad it's only for one day a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the K/1 class today and they are so cute.  I am in there tomorrow and Monday too.  Monday, we are going on a field trip--BOWLING!! I am sooooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This station that I am listening for Dean on is very strange.  They say they have Dave Matthews and Green Day and they played Ben Folds but some of this music is just plain weird.  I have to make myself continue to listen so I can (hopefully) hear Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Mitch is at MD tonight and we couldn't get tix.  Jamie has an away message on IM now that has 2 Mitch quotes.  I am so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, the Penn State women's bball team is playing their 1st and 2nd rounds of the NCAA tournament at...MARYLAND!!!!!  How did we luck out?  We didn't get to see them play at all this year, due to snow.  It must have been fate.  So, we got tickets yesterday.  They were $40 for 6 games (4 first round games Sunday and 2 second round Tuesday).  I am oh so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Mario is out of American Idol.  He was totally my favorite.  I hope everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now...is someone going to comment?  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111092178389706217?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111092178389706217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111092178389706217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111092178389706217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111092178389706217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-got-email-yesterday-from-dean-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111067999684510335</id><published>2005-03-12T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:13:16.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone catch CSI this week?  Stephen Baldwin and Wil Wheaton both guest starred.  They both looked crazy, Wil because of a long nasty wig, Stephen because of how he looks now...I think.  When I got on the internet again, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net"&gt;Wil's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  In &lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net/mt/archives/001814.php"&gt;this entry&lt;/a&gt;, he mentions watching the episode with his family and some behind-the-scenes stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acefitness.org/getfit/curves.cfm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an article that the American Council on Exercise did about Curves.  Basically, it says we are good for women who would otherwise be inactive.  And, it mentioned what I already knew--that we are the fastest growing franchise in U.S. history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Cari and I are going to &lt;a href="http://www.westfield.com/montgomery/"&gt;Montgomery Mall&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow.  Will be looking for stuff we need on our trip to New Orleans.  &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2 weeks!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I think I only want a pair of shoes.  Something with a heel and straps, or a strap.  I have searched the internet and found nothing that appeals to me.  I did see &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_15/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B00064MUXA"&gt;a pair&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; ad for the week and may end up going there (they are only $13--I like the color I linked here, which was not in the ad, but they also come in white, black, red and pink).  I do need shorts but no one seems to have any I like.  We'll see.  I did get a swimsuit (&lt;a href="http://www3.jcpenney.com/jcp/Products.aspx?GrpTyp=SIZ&amp;ItemID=0af90f5&amp;amp;RefPage=Products&amp;StoreRegNo=&amp;amp;catalog_base=&amp;firstpage=&amp;amp;cmOrigID=0af9074&amp;cmPosID=3"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;--color as shown and &lt;a href="http://www3.jcpenney.com/jcp/Products.aspx?DeptID=597&amp;CatID=24462&amp;amp;CatTyp=FEA&amp;ItemTyp=G&amp;amp;GrpTyp=ENS&amp;ItemID=0af90b2&amp;amp;ProdSeq=1&amp;Cat=beachy+blues&amp;amp;Dep=Women%27s&amp;PCat=Mix+%26+Match&amp;amp;PCatID=24458&amp;RefPage=ProductList&amp;amp;Sale=&amp;ProdCount=9&amp;amp;RecPtr=&amp;ShowMenu=&amp;amp;TTYP=&amp;ShopBy=0"&gt;bottom&lt;/a&gt;--color royal).  I haven't been in a pool in 10 years so it's going to be a big feat.  The suit seems ok so I may conquer my lack-of-pool days.  I looked at our &lt;a href="http://www.bienvillehouse.com"&gt;hotel's site&lt;/a&gt; today and at &lt;a href="http://www.bienvillehouse.com/hotel/337000002.asp"&gt;pictures of the pool&lt;/a&gt;.  Seems some rooms overlook the pool, which I am not sure about.  Hopefully, not too many people will be down there when we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be able to wear the suit at &lt;a href="http://www.26823.com"&gt;Capon&lt;/a&gt; this year...I thought about going in their pool the last few years but I either didn't have a suit with me or no one wanted to go with me.  Oh, how I can't wait for Capon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie couldn't get us tickets to see &lt;a href="http://www.mitchhedberg.net"&gt;Mitch&lt;/a&gt; when he's at &lt;a href="http://www.umd.edu"&gt;Maryland&lt;/a&gt; this week--they were sold out.  I wanted to see him...plus I had a good excuse to not have to go to my Curves staff meeting (which I found out about after I asked Jamie to get tickets!)...now I have to go.  Dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's off to finish watching Minority Report, which is on ABC now.  I've seen it but it is a pretty well-made movie, I think.  All the city scenes, of cars on roads and stuff is cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111067999684510335?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111067999684510335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111067999684510335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111067999684510335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111067999684510335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/anyone-catch-csi-this-week-stephen.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111040458709892964</id><published>2005-03-09T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:43:07.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where the party ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it seems, my friends, that I am now entering back into the daily job world.  there will be no more daily blog comments or IM, for those that talk to me there.  So, no tears, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call this afternoon from the aide in the special ed 2/3 class (that I love so much).  I have been expecting this call for months, but I didn't realize I would get no warning.  Her doctor wants her on bed rest...well, not exactly bed rest, but she can't work or drive.  I wanted this MONTHS ago (ok, for real, I wanted this when she was hired nearly 2 years ago).  Maybe, now, with me long-terming in this position TWICE they could hire me next year...we'll see.  Anyway, this just means I won't be around during the day.  Or on Mondays and Fridays until 8 (since I work at Curves then).  I will still blog so please, still comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to Curves now, to workout with mom...and also tell my boss I will have to change my Friday hours to 3:30 instead of 2.  Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111040458709892964?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111040458709892964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111040458709892964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111040458709892964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111040458709892964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-where-party-ends.html' title='this is where the party ends'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111040023283439175</id><published>2005-03-09T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:30:32.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the stereo: Footloose Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found &lt;a href="http://www.statehornet.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2005/03/02/4224ff6b1d4a9"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.fark.com"&gt;fark&lt;/a&gt;.  So interesting, because I was flipping through the channels the other night and came across Elimidate.  I hadn't watched in a while and within 5 minutes (ok, probably less), I could totally tell it was scripted.  This one girl was attacking everyone else and saying shit that didn't even seem like a cut down.  Why would the people behind that show want to be a part of that?  Is the money &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; worth it?  If I was behind some show like that, I would not want anyone to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111040023283439175?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111040023283439175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111040023283439175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111040023283439175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111040023283439175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-stereo-footloose-soundtrack-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111039677839832801</id><published>2005-03-09T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:47:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#3b4c55" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#a6b7bf"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;This certifies that I, Marianne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 32px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have Become Cooler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Than I was Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;You too can &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/cooler.php"&gt;Become Cooler&lt;/a&gt; at&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" href="http://www.flooble.com"&gt;flooble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#3b4c55" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#a6b7bf"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;I was born in the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 32px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1979&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;And my favorite color is Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Take the &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" href="http://www.flooble.com"&gt;flooble&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana" href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/birthquiz.php"&gt;Birth-Year Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="3" bgcolor="#3B4C55" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A6B7BF"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#4C8E1B"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flooble.com/images/dot.gif?src=blueornot" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size : 10px; font-weight : bold; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/blueornot.php?thecolor=%234C8E1B" style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana;"&gt;Does this color look Blue to You?!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.flooble.com/images/dot.gif?src=birthquiz" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111039677839832801?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111039677839832801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111039677839832801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111039677839832801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111039677839832801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-certifies-that-i-mariannehave.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111039097212278674</id><published>2005-03-09T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:04:05.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>since when am I very lady-like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I talked to Parsons, yesterday, I told her I wanted meat. I was really craving some meat--hamburger meat. She told me that wasn't a very lady-like thing to say. I said "don't you ever just crave meat?" and she said yes but she doesn't say it out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- flooble gay quiz: --&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#3B4C55"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A6B7BF" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 10px; font-weight : bold; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;flooble said that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 32px; font-weight : bold; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not Gay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana;"&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com" style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana;"&gt;flooble&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/gayquiz.php" style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana;"&gt;Gay Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avatarity.com/"&gt;Avatars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flooble.com/images/dot.gif?src=gayquiz" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111039097212278674?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111039097212278674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111039097212278674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111039097212278674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111039097212278674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-when-am-i-very-lady-like.html' title='since when am I very lady-like?'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111039049292493439</id><published>2005-03-09T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:48:12.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been listening to the iPod today...just finished listening to Bette Midler.  I noticed while listening, I looked at the title of a song.  It said "Firends".  I was confused, whether this was really the title (I didn't type it--it came up that way when I put the cd in the computer and appeared on iTunes) or if it somehow was programmed weird that way when the CD was printed.  It was a typo, since on amazon, it lists the song "Friends"...and also the fact that in the song, she said "friends" a lot.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my &lt;u&gt;Footloose&lt;/u&gt; soundtrack today, which is funny since I watched the movie yesterday.  I just uploaded it to iTunes.  I am now adding Smashing Pumpkins "Siamese Dream", which I think is my favorite of their CDs.  I forgot I had it.  I bought it used not that long ago, from, I think, amazon.  I only have that one and "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness".  Oh yeah, and the box set, which I bought when it came out because I loved the box so much.  It's on display in my room on a shelf.  I haven't listened to the CDs in it in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111039049292493439?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111039049292493439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111039049292493439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111039049292493439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111039049292493439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/been-listening-to-ipod-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111034099083675748</id><published>2005-03-08T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T09:38:53.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how i love pink and green</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoes.com/product.asp?p=5011001%7EWomens%7CSandals&amp;sc=WOMENS&amp;amp;variant_id=44559"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-3/qid=1110339336/ref=sr_1_3/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B0007R6XCK"&gt;rain boots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://magazines.ivillage.com/marieclaire/subscribe/issue"&gt;magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0373250495/qid=1110378406/sr=8-4/ref=pd_csp_4/103-5984805-1121447?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books&amp;n=507846"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.jcpenney.com/jcp/ProductsHOM.aspx?GrpTyp=PRD&amp;amp;ItemID=0ac1e91&amp;RefPage=ProductsHOM&amp;amp;cmOrigID=0b0f1ee&amp;cmPosID=2"&gt;fleece throw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/asp/Product.asp?wdid=200&amp;amp;wpid=270096"&gt;henley top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi?PAGE=PROFRAME&amp;PROD_ID=1044063"&gt;blouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi?PAGE=PROFRAME&amp;amp;PROD_ID=1173568"&gt;pin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wholesalecentral.com/sister0001/store.cfm?event=itemdetail&amp;itemid=315272&amp;amp;returnto=http%3A%2F%2Fwholesalecentral%2Ecom%2Fsalesearch%2Ehtm%3Fvisitorid%3D39100848%26dbid%3D1%26searchstring%3D%2520handbag%2520%26beg%3D24%26end%3D40%26hasstore%3D0"&gt;ugly handbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abfab-australia.com/gallery01a.html"&gt;some awful top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_6/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B0006DQJCO"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-45/qid=/ref=sr_1_45/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B0007DFZFA"&gt;shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-13/qid=1110339414/ref=sr_1_13/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B0007919QI"&gt;bikini&lt;/a&gt; (riiiight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-21/qid=1110339157/ref=sr_1_21/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B00065ANLK"&gt;leash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-41/qid=/ref=sr_1_41/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B0007LJKSA"&gt;infant clothes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uniqueadoptions.com/store/largetwotone.gif"&gt;baby blanket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=8-68/qid=1110338917/ref=sr_8_68/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=0310929679"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt; (is that wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, seriously, I know I had found cute stuff in stores...now why I can't I find it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111034099083675748?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111034099083675748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111034099083675748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111034099083675748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111034099083675748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-how-i-love-pink-and-green.html' title='oh how i love pink and green'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111030550259577730</id><published>2005-03-08T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:11:42.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Footloose.  The title song is on one of our CDs at Curves and I heard it yesterday and it made me want to watch the movie.  I hadn't watched it since I got it on DVD.  I first watched something about the music in it.  Very interesting.  The guy who wrote the screenplay wrote all of the lyrics to all the songs.  It was one of the first movies that the songs were written for the movie but not sung by characters.  For each song, he thought about what was happening in the scene he wanted and who it was in it.  He thought carefully about the voice needed for each song, because he wanted the song to be like the character.  When he approached people to help with it (Kenny Loggins, Sammy Hagar, etc), he didn't even have a budget for the movie and only had the screenplay and lyrics to songs.  So, he said it was basically a promise to them.  So they helped write the music to go with the lyrics and sing the songs.  And, you can see watching the movie after how well the songs fit.  He said MTV was a great thing then.  It was just becoming huge and they put the album out first, with videos.  He said he went to a sneak preview they had of the movie and all these young girls were there.  He asked them why they wanted to see it and they said they came to see Kevin Bacon dance (b/c they had seen him in the videos).  How exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy was that a long paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111030550259577730?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111030550259577730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111030550259577730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111030550259577730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111030550259577730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-finished-watching-footloose.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111029268951162450</id><published>2005-03-08T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:43:18.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, the weather is all kinds of screwed up. Amy, I wrote you a thank you card yesterday for the CDS and said how strange it was that last Monday we had snow but yesterday we were 65. Well, get this--it is snowing right now! It was 65 yesterday and now it's 27 with snow! I just read what weatherbug had to say (as of yesterday, I was told we wouldn't be getting snow until Friday) and it said rain, changing to snow by noon. It also said the road temps would be 40 so it would melt on contact. Well, my friends, my road is already being covered. I don't know when the snow started but boy is there a lot of it already. I can barely see out my back window so I can only imagine what it's like to be driving. There is a ton of wind too, so I really don't want to drive. I was going to go to the post office but I am thinking no, at least for now.  I mean, yesterday I wore no jacket outside and we cranked the AC at work...and today, if I leave, I will have to bundle up.  CRAZINESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111029268951162450?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111029268951162450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111029268951162450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111029268951162450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111029268951162450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-weather-is-all-kinds-of-screwed-up_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-111003712830660667</id><published>2005-03-05T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:59:48.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://www.jasonmraz.com/journal.html"&gt;Jason Mraz's journal&lt;/a&gt;. Amy, you should go read it. It's very amusing. I think you would enjoy it (and anyone else out there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should also go read my myspace journal--I wrote there last night after my shitty night at work and I don't feel like typing again.  I think you can get there by clicking my link on the right to my profile and then clicking on the blog entry called "stuff shmuff".  I can't direct link it here cuz you have to be a member to view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.co.ho.md.us/Police/2004pomjuly.htm"&gt;Look what I found about Amy M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently drinking sparkling apple cider in a pink plastic Penn State cup with a pink straw. I'm so classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-111003712830660667?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/111003712830660667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=111003712830660667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111003712830660667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/111003712830660667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-read-jason-mrazs-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110995659322192978</id><published>2005-03-04T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:18:34.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, ok, let's see...10 things i've done you probably haven't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;seen &lt;u&gt;Crossroads&lt;/u&gt; more than 5 times, and enjoyed &lt;em&gt;nearly&lt;/em&gt; every minute of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a car that was hit by a snow plow &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; whose tire was stolen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not cried during &lt;u&gt;Titanic&lt;/u&gt; but cried during lame commercials&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;couldn't stop laughing in the movie theater when the "Inconsiderate Cell Phone Man" commercial came on, before anything was spoken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a cream cheese and olive sandwich (Cari doesn't count)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;given my phone number to a bully who my mom called the principal on (and she's still my best friend 13 years later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seen Hayley Mills in an art museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crocheted an iPod cover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotten Mike Bryan's autograph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;won a national title in baton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;boy, was that hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110995659322192978?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110995659322192978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110995659322192978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110995659322192978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110995659322192978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-ok-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110995503648755316</id><published>2005-03-04T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:50:36.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i found a meme. let's give it a try.</title><content type='html'>Appetizer - Who is the one person you email more often than anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cari, but it's not all exciting stuff.  and I only do it cuz then I won't have to remember to tell her stuff when she gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup - So far, which year of your life has been the most enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;probably senior year of college--that wasn't a specific year, per se, but it was a school year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad - Name someone with whom you have lost touch but would like to reunite.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Meek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course - What was the tastiest meal you had this past week?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wednesday breakfast I made a strawberry/peach smoothie and had a croissant sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert - Using the letters in your favorite color, write words that describe your personality.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;crap, this is really hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;     Loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;     Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;     E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110995503648755316?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110995503648755316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110995503648755316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110995503648755316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110995503648755316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-found-meme-lets-give-it-try.html' title='i &lt;a href=&quot;http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;found a meme&lt;/a&gt;. let&apos;s give it a try.'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110995197024194898</id><published>2005-03-04T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:59:30.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I wrote a lot of posts yesterday but that's only cuz I kept thinking of things to say!  Amy, my "looky" link on here is my painting from &lt;a href="http://www.art.com"&gt;art.com&lt;/a&gt;, and this link works.  At least for me it does.  That art.com is interesting.  Nice that you can make something like that on there...but you don't have much control over the brushes so it's rather hard.  I did have to undo things quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frognirvana.com/frog-store/prods/F1604.html"&gt;bubble necklaces&lt;/a&gt; are still made?  i remember when i had them in 6th grade.  Kurfay got me started with them.  Wow, haven't heard that name in years.  Wonder what she's up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_12/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B0006ZUG0S"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; adorable?  I wouldn't ever buy it but...did you know &lt;a href="http://www.target.com"&gt;target.com&lt;/a&gt; sorts some womens stuff &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/browse.html/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;node=13777231"&gt;by color&lt;/a&gt;?  what do you think of &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_1/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B0002KW4MA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?  I could use a new watch.  I want &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_9/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B000657XUY"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;--0there is also pink and black.  I wonder how the light eminates well from &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=sc_pgb_r_1_1041516/601-1289364-1929717?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B0007STTZ2"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capris suck--why don't &lt;a href="http://www.torrid.com/store/nodePage.asp?LS=0&amp;RN=221"&gt;they&lt;/a&gt; have shorts?  The only ones they have are bermudas--which I saw somewhere else.  Are bermuda shorts in this season?  Makes me think of &lt;a href="http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photopost/showphoto.php/photo/24743/sort/2/size/medium/cat/614/page/6"&gt;Kelly Kapowski&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110995197024194898?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110995197024194898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110995197024194898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110995197024194898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110995197024194898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-know-i-wrote-lot-of-posts-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110990776974126361</id><published>2005-03-03T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:43:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madlibs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Hello, all you wispy ladies and gentlemen! 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(Side effects may include writing, upset stomach, and compulsive lying.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110990776974126361?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110990776974126361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110990776974126361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110990776974126361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110990776974126361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/madlibs-anyone.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.brainofbrian.com/madlibs.html&quot;&gt;Madlibs, anyone?&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110989814360640914</id><published>2005-03-03T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:02:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?icsssj1k093w"&gt;looky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110989814360640914?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110989814360640914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110989814360640914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110989814360640914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110989814360640914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/looky.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110988818879296221</id><published>2005-03-03T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:16:28.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I ever went to a deserted island, the five things I would bring with me would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Carolyn 101&lt;/u&gt;, that book dad gave me for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. Princess, the neighbor's dog&lt;br /&gt;3. Jane magazine&lt;br /&gt;4. Beyonce's CD with my messed up CD player (ok, that's 2 but come on!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Fabio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'd leave them there and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you bring to a deserted island and leave there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iampariah.com/memeslist/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, if I was on a desert island, I would want with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my iPod&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a tent (in case it rains)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a deck of cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunblock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt Morris (that was a tough call)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't narrow it down to 5.  Oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110988818879296221?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110988818879296221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110988818879296221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110988818879296221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110988818879296221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-ever-went-to-deserted-island-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110986330392968000</id><published>2005-03-03T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:23:50.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/rainbow.wmv"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is funny but listening to it would totally be INAPPROPRIATE AT WORK (unless you have earphones--the picture itself isn't inappropriate, just the words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's off to the dentist today for Cari and me. Cross your fingers! I quite enjoy going and sitting in the waiting room. Sharon, who is like the asst, is hilarious so I just like listening to her (and talking with her sometimes). I don't, however, like the person who cleans our teeth. I think last time we were there, she didn't talk much so maybe she will be like that again. She is the one that called this week to remind us of the appts and just hearing her voice on the answering machine, I cringed. Cari likes to listen to music when she is back there but I feel weird doing that. I think I tried it once and Lisa still tried to talk to me. Hello, you are cleaning my teeth! I can't respond to you very well. I miss the old days when Dr. Crowe would clean our teeth. He's so funny. Wow, I dread the day we finally have to find another dentist (Dad even still comes down to Dr. Crowe--who is in Bethesda. Mom has been going to him since before we were born).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110986330392968000?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110986330392968000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110986330392968000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110986330392968000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110986330392968000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='La la la la la la la'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110981193345735552</id><published>2005-03-02T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:05:33.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 43rd Birthday, Jon Bon Jovi!</title><content type='html'>also with birthdays today: Dr. Seuss, Bryce Dallas Howard, Chris Martin (of Coldplay), Mikhail Gorbachev, and Elicabeth Jagger (Mick and Jerry Hall's daughter).  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jon is DEFINITELY the most important!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had a job today.  In my favorite special ed class.  Boy are those boys making progress!  It's so exciting to see them reading, and for one, identifying letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found all my pictures today.  All pictures I have.  This included pictures from 2 years ago of the kids.  Boy have they gotten big!  How cute they were...and still are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OK, it's &lt;strong&gt;That 70's Show&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110981193345735552?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110981193345735552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110981193345735552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110981193345735552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110981193345735552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-43rd-birthday-jon-bon-jovi.html' title='Happy 43rd Birthday, Jon Bon Jovi!'/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912774.post-110973955995681907</id><published>2005-03-01T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:59:19.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on tvtome's Degrassi page, people have made a topic about changing the last line in quotes from the show.  Some of these are very funny and I thought I'd share a few that I laugh at every time I read them.  Maybe, just maybe, I will make someone laugh today.  And by today, I mean tomorrow, since you all are in bed!  &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(the different color font is what has been changed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Aww, yeah it's ya boi C-Dawg in da house!!&lt;br /&gt;Emma: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Chris, shut the f*ck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy: Where did you get your glasses from?&lt;br /&gt;Rick: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lenscrafters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Why arent you dancing?&lt;br /&gt;Emma: No one really caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Sean: How bout now?&lt;br /&gt;Emma: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nope, still no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Ashley walks into the gym}&lt;br /&gt;Craig: No laughing okay? {starts playing guitar} &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MMMBOP ba do bop bop do bop ba dooby bop bop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: So when in doubt you kiss Craig?&lt;br /&gt;Marco: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yep! You are so freaking hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Aww.. did Emmy pee her pants?&lt;br /&gt;Emma: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DON'T LAUGH AT ME JUST BECAUSE I HAVE A LOOSE BLADDER! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny: you know that song you sang today?&lt;br /&gt;Craig: you heard that?&lt;br /&gt;Manny: it was amazing...and if it was for me, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'd f*ck you in you're garage and get pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sounds like a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: You're the one for me and I'm going to tell her that. It's you. It's always been you. {Manny goes to jump on him and he moves out of the way}&lt;br /&gt;Craig: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Psych!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Ash what are u doin?&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: What am I doing? what about what u did?  Manny? Manny Santos?&lt;br /&gt;Craig: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh so that's her last name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: If you hadn't have been such a prude, I'd have been with you &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AND Manny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: we're not going to the airport, there's been a change of plans. Ash is gone &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so lets stop by Manny's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco: I get to pick my vice president.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I get to pick my nose!&lt;br /&gt;Marco: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You do? Ewwwww gross, never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raditch: Have something you want to say, Mr. Cameron?&lt;br /&gt;Sean: Yeah. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raditch: Meet me in my office. now &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny: Do you see any underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Emma: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Manny, you're not even wearing pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5912774-110973955995681907?l=snflwrmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/feeds/110973955995681907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5912774&amp;postID=110973955995681907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110973955995681907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5912774/posts/default/110973955995681907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snflwrmare.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-on-tvtomes-degrassi-page-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Marianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwmf8SNAbBE/TtB_sux5SPI/AAAAAAAAABk/enOyhekGjD0/s220/burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
