<?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-4909873712467293029</id><updated>2011-09-01T12:32:01.203-04:00</updated><category term='Suicide'/><category term='Picture'/><category term='Snoopy'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='Road Trip'/><category term='Cell Phone'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='change'/><category term='Millions'/><category term='Silly'/><category term='Nude'/><category term='Donuts'/><category term='Embarrassing'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Avatar'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Lonliness'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='angel'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Honor'/><category term='kiddo'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Superstitions'/><category term='Respect'/><category term='Wow'/><category term='Kindness'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Hampsters'/><category term='self discovery'/><category term='Boobs'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Repulsive'/><category term='Boss'/><category term='hump day'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='Raise'/><category term='March'/><category term='Thursday'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Power Outage'/><category term='Boo Boo'/><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Question'/><category term='Socks'/><category term='Death'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Sadness'/><title type='text'>Silly Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a girl with a keyboard &amp;amp; some random thoughts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7272350282009789034</id><published>2010-01-10T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:52:46.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Bake Cookies Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/S0paJykt3RI/AAAAAAAAAac/klQ2PZtfwMs/s1600-h/chocolate-milk-no-bake-cookies-reci_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/S0paJykt3RI/AAAAAAAAAac/klQ2PZtfwMs/s640/chocolate-milk-no-bake-cookies-reci_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a super quick and ridiculously yummy treat, try this recipe out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cups oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons cocoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put sugar, butter, milk and cocoa into a saucepan and bring all ingredients to a boil for 2 1/2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After removing saucepan from stove, add peanut butter and oats to the rest of the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix by hand for about one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have enough wax paper to place 18-24 cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoon mixture onto wax paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place cookies in refrigerator for about 1 hour before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep chilled and enjoy - they are SO freaking good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7272350282009789034?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7272350282009789034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-bake-cookies-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7272350282009789034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7272350282009789034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-bake-cookies-recipe.html' title='No Bake Cookies Recipe'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/S0paJykt3RI/AAAAAAAAAac/klQ2PZtfwMs/s72-c/chocolate-milk-no-bake-cookies-reci_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4067436814902106620</id><published>2010-01-02T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:51:41.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your turn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sz-VqwUWCPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ATSOQurLR1E/s1600-h/yourturn_l.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sz-VqwUWCPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ATSOQurLR1E/s320/yourturn_l.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am having this random thought right now... is there something you would like me to write about? Is there something you're curious about regarding my life, etc.? A topic you think would be interesting for me to babble about... If there is then send me an email and I will update to this post. I will keep you anonymous if you wish or post your name, completely up to you. Send any questions for this girl that you might have to my email at sueissilly@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;Silly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4067436814902106620?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4067436814902106620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4067436814902106620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4067436814902106620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-turn.html' title='Your turn...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sz-VqwUWCPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ATSOQurLR1E/s72-c/yourturn_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8024634400332040839</id><published>2010-01-02T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:26:05.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sz-BiTLF-bI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_72uAGTKvE/s1600-h/question-mark-7343191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sz-BiTLF-bI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_72uAGTKvE/s640/question-mark-7343191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well... it has been quite some time since my last post. Here I am compelled to write something but I'm not sure what. 2009 was a year that I am sure to remember. This past year I have moved twice which sucks... I don't care who you are or how much stuff you have - moving is a pain. I fell hopelessly in 'lust' with a man I was ready to marry... yes, I said lust... not love... and for a woman that has always kept her distance from marriage I almost made one of the biggest/pain in the butt mistakes of my life, so thank you fate from making such a drastic mistake. I'll tell ya it's an odd feeling to have convinced yourself you're in love with someone and then realizing the truth - hard one to swallow actually. I was wrong, and I hate being wrong. Also this year I lost my job, laid off like so many others. I was laid off on my birthday - March 9th if you're sending presents lol. So this whole year I've been unemployed - a very unusual thing for me. I've learned a lot about myself this year... I've always been pretty secure in who I am, and always thought I knew what I wanted - come to find out I am better adept at knowing what others want, not myself. I am currently working on that - it's a nice feeling making yourself happy instead of everyone else. It's who I am, a people pleaser... I love that part of me, now just to extend it to myself. I believe this year will be one of self discovery and improving my life, all aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who support me, and who have kept reminding me that I need to get back to writing here... somehow people seem interested in me... I should start embracing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;Silly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8024634400332040839?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8024634400332040839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8024634400332040839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8024634400332040839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='Back?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sz-BiTLF-bI/AAAAAAAAAaM/K_72uAGTKvE/s72-c/question-mark-7343191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2910760557078765172</id><published>2009-06-10T17:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:17:14.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>45 Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjAw54mAG2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/urvjIOw6Cbg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjAw54mAG2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/urvjIOw6Cbg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345826528691231586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to share the following... so many of the things shes says are true. We only get one shot, and we should make the best of that one go around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of Cleveland Ohio.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life isn't fair, but it's still good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always choose life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive everyone everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However good or bad a situation, it will change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe in miracles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your children get only one childhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best is yet to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yield.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to take a least a couple of these to heart, I know I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2910760557078765172?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2910760557078765172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-lessons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2910760557078765172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2910760557078765172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-lessons.html' title='45 Lessons'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjAw54mAG2I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/urvjIOw6Cbg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5144381833138201402</id><published>2009-06-10T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:27:45.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><title type='text'>New Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjAk0QJCqSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/V0ED2w71K1c/s1600-h/11827847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjAk0QJCqSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/V0ED2w71K1c/s400/11827847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345813237793466658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so this is just a super short post to mark the day someone (@LStacey) took time out of their day to make me this drawing for Twitter. I had posted a comment that I was thinking of changing my avatar and soon after got a DM directing me to this picture. I just think it was incredibly sweet of him to make this for me. It's the little things that can brighten someones day so much. So thank you @LStacey!!! I love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5144381833138201402?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5144381833138201402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-avatar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5144381833138201402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5144381833138201402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-avatar.html' title='New Avatar'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjAk0QJCqSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/V0ED2w71K1c/s72-c/11827847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5965471546452069169</id><published>2009-05-04T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:36:56.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>So I'm getting ready to move... again. I've moved far too much in my life. Hopefully sooner than later I will find where I 'belong' in this world. My little place if you will. Granted the new place will be nice. My bedroom is much larger than the one I have here. Two major plusses is this - I walk out one door and there is the pool... I step into the other part of my bedroom and hello hot tub room! My daughters room will also be far larger than the one she has here.... it's actually two rooms for her, so she should be quite happy. In the past couple months it seems life as I had known it slowly disintegrated before my eyes. I lost my job, my car 'exploded', I lost my guy, I lost my home... definitely a case of 'enough is enough'. So onto the next chapter I move with my little girl. I don't know what the future will hold but I'm hopeful it holds all the happiness I've been searching for. Who knows? Just another adventure... wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5965471546452069169?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5965471546452069169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5965471546452069169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5965471546452069169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4694603485816429896</id><published>2009-05-02T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:00:57.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>I have come to realize just how much I push people away in my life. Maybe push is the wrong word but I'm not sure how else to describe it. I let very few people stay in my life. Some people have friends from high school, I don't. Not because I didn't have friends then, but for some reason I just drift away from people. I make no effort whatsoever to keep friendships alive. Why do I do this? Well, I have no clue. Relationship wise I'm a long term girl, always have been. 3 years, 8 years, and then 3 and a half years. Though... I am not even slightly friends with any of those people. Thing is, I don't care. Best friends from the past who I used to share everything with... poof. Somehow I drift away from them and although I may think of them often... I have no inclination whatsoever to seek them out and talk to them, go for coffee... whatever. Once you're out of my life, you're just out. When you are in my life, I dedicate a ridiculous amount of myself to people... but once gone it's just done. I think it's funny I've done this my entire life without even realizing it. Right now, in this transition I am in, everyone has been pushed out except my father and my daughter. Even my relationship with my dad is crap. We talk about once a week... we are the only family either one of us has. We live under an hour apart and we barely visit. Anyway, I dunno... was just sitting here this afternoon thinking about all the people here that I have known for three and a half years, and that after I move (which should be any day now) I will more than likely see none of them ever again. It's an odd sensation. Cheers to moving on and seeing what the next chapter in life holds...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4694603485816429896?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4694603485816429896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/push.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4694603485816429896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4694603485816429896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4891011629505627249</id><published>2009-04-26T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:55:44.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>Events of the past month have turned my brain into a black hole of fears, loves, hates, passions, thoughts racing through of every kind. Good and bad. Confusing and simple. Wait... that right there is my problem... my inability to simplify things. At times in my life I seem to take a single event or action and run it over in my mind. Thinking of the actual outcome and all the zillions of possible outcomes. My mind can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over analyze&lt;/span&gt; anything... anything at all. The way my mind works is sometimes a wonderful thing, at other times I wish I could just shut it off completely (I've tried, nothing works? Advice?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... here I am at the end of the month with simply no answers to any of the life changing decisions that I must make - I'm only left with more questions. These are decisions that will effect my life, my daughters life. I feel like I'm in the most tense game of chess and there is a roomful of silent people just staring at me waiting to make my move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder whether I should go into specifics of what is going on in my life. Not sure if the world needs to know that much about my personal affairs at this time. I don't know, maybe I will share some of it at some point but only time will tell. All I know is that I need to make some very important decisions and though I don't want to rush the choice I make; I need to make these decision soon and final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for now, just a quick brain blurb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4891011629505627249?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4891011629505627249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4891011629505627249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4891011629505627249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2960345768107116388</id><published>2009-04-11T09:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:28:15.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SeChmQENq0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/n1VgBKWa3Go/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SeChmQENq0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/n1VgBKWa3Go/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432438071667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a quick note as I feel a little weird leaving my blog how I did. Though the 'mindfuck' is still in progress things are looking up... or I'm feeling a tad better anyhow. When so much 'shit' gets dumped on you all at once some times it is just too much. I know that all will work out well and that I should be appreciating life itself and not worrying so much about all the little crap that comes with it. I'm thankful for all I have. This weekend should be a fun one, going to see my dad on Easter with my little one. I haven't seen him in a while so it will be nice to 'catch up'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for all the well wishes and I hope to all that are reading this have a wonderful Easter Weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;~xoxo Silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2960345768107116388?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2960345768107116388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2960345768107116388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2960345768107116388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SeChmQENq0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/n1VgBKWa3Go/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3409094269846806206</id><published>2009-04-06T09:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:49:38.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Life is one long mindfuck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SdoIKgEObsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NRaLOl4yemQ/s1600-h/Smoking_by_coleus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SdoIKgEObsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NRaLOl4yemQ/s400/Smoking_by_coleus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321574886191034050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;...and it is how one deals with life's mindfucks that make us who we are. This past month has been extremely difficult for me in so many ways. A lot of the joys in my life have reached a point where they might come to an end. The only thing in my life that I know is going nowhere is my daughter - and for that blessing I am eternally grateful. The old saying "When it rains it pours" is something that is quite perfectly describes my life as of late. Losing my job, my daughter being ill, being robbed of money, having my heart and emotions toyed with, the possibility of soon having to find a place to live with little to no savings to speak of and no income coming in because of the loss of my job. My life just a month ago seemed perfect in so many ways. Happiness filled my days and nights, every single day and night. Lately, not so much. My mind has been consumed with what ifs, and hows and whys. I know that when life changes it just opens up new doors I/you/anyone never realized were there. But at this particular moment, at the time when I am actually going through everything... the end seems light years away. I am hopeful that everything will turn out fine, and I'm sure it will... just right now I'm not my silly self. I more often than not deal with things on my own. Sure, there are times when another person is good to 'lean' on, but in severe moments of troubles for whatever reason I seem to keep to myself and try to figure things out on my own without input from others as I feel it may sway how I actually feel, or what I should actually do. I have taken so many paths in life that I feel were the wrong ones. There are few out there who have had their life turn out the way they thought it would, and I am certainly one of those people. I just crave so much to live a simple life, a loving life, a life in which I am able to enjoy the world around me while I am still healthy and able. My mind has been such a jumble lately that I'm sure even most of these words I am typing now don't make much sense. This blog started off as something silly and fun, but there are sad moments even for the most silly. I feel every emotion so deeply, devote so much of myself to others and their happiness that sometimes in doing that I forgo my own happiness. Oh, at this point at times I just feel down right hopeless. It has been a very long time since I have felt this low. This lowness coming from a place where I have just seemingly 'lost control' of everything that was going so well. I keep thinking and thinking and trying to rationalize in some way all of the things that have happened in this past 30 days. Trying somehow to make things right but without actually doing anything, just thinking. When I get to a place like this I go back to thoughts of the past hurts I have had in my life and how I dealt with those. The time when all of my possessions were lost in a fire, all the car accidents I have been in, the time I was raped by two men, the time I went through when my mother was sick, the day I got the call that she had died, the day I saw my brother right after he had shot himself, the years of beatings and emotional abuse I went through at the hands/mouth of another man. Being at a place like this in my life right now brings all those emotions and feelings and moments rushing back like they are happening all over again. Bringing back all those feelings and compounding them with what I am going through right now is beyond tough. I know that there are others out there with problems far worse then mine, but for right now... this is my pain, this is my anguish, and I somehow, and someway quick need to find a way to work through all of this and get back to my silly self. If not for me, then for my daughter. It is my time to be truly happy, I just wish I had the answer on the how. Right now I am trying to find my happiness. This isn't an easy time in my life, but I hope that this time, whatever path I choose... I choose correctly. My sense of direction has always sucked... I'm hoping, beyond hope that if just this one time I go the 'right' way. To a place where I can find happiness not only for myself, but for my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3409094269846806206?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3409094269846806206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-one-long-mindfuck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3409094269846806206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3409094269846806206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-one-long-mindfuck.html' title='Life is one long mindfuck...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SdoIKgEObsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NRaLOl4yemQ/s72-c/Smoking_by_coleus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-514157452226149508</id><published>2009-04-03T19:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:08:58.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boobs'/><title type='text'>National Cleavage Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SdaWxiHXgfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/h6aV-7YAjXw/s1600-h/poster___boobs052708113237.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SdaWxiHXgfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/h6aV-7YAjXw/s400/poster___boobs052708113237.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320605787500282354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In honor of April 3rd, which is National Cleavage Day... I decided to ask the following question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are five words *you* use to describe boobs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here are the responses I got... read away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sure. breasts, knockers, cans, rack, tits. Do I get a #noprize? #nationalcleavageday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;can i do 5 terms? "funbags", "tits", "jugs", "the twins", and "bags of sand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;melons, knockers, tits, girlies hmmm breasts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;melons.cans.bewbz.puppies.tittays.jugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tits, knockers, fun bags, boobies &amp;amp; ummmm breast I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tits, hooters, mammaries, ta-tas, &amp;amp; yazoos. I, personally, am a fan of tits. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i tried to look into your eyes but i was hypnotized, and now i cant think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hooters, tits, knockers, breasts, boobs...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is my 5 - funbags, highbeams, jugs, dirty pillows, a straight man's two best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hooters, knockers, zas, puppies, rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tits, tatas, love melons, sweater meat, front porch, breasts, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;once i start talking about boobs, i can't stop, so i'm gonna leave this for other guys, but u know i have some real juicy words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;mmm!!! mmm!!! MMM!!! MMM!!! GOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just one: Manly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bouncies, girlies, bazungas, muh lovelies and nom nomz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-514157452226149508?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/514157452226149508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-cleavage-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/514157452226149508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/514157452226149508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-cleavage-day.html' title='National Cleavage Day'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SdaWxiHXgfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/h6aV-7YAjXw/s72-c/poster___boobs052708113237.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7865384003972238384</id><published>2009-03-29T20:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:52:40.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar'/><title type='text'>Bouncing Boobs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok. Never in a million years did I think one tiny set of bouncy boobs would have such an effect. Yet my oh my have they had some response. Below are just over a hundred of the responses I received on my new avatar. Along with all the responses I did receive, I've gained approximately 50 new followers. Ahhhhhh... the power of Boobs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and a little side note, you can only see the boobs bouncing if you look at Twitter on the web... if you are using Tweetdeck or a mobile device you will see boobs... but you won't see them bounce, so make sure you take a trip to the web, lol - SO worth it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this and not familiar with Twitter... you can find the bouncing tits at: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sueissilly"&gt;http://twitter.com/sueissilly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Beautiful avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Nice fucking tits babe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;the bouncing. it's... hypnotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Love the Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;You are toooooo funny! I just saw your new profile pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;HOLY... CRAP. I should be classy. I'm pretty sure every other guy will say something so... Nice new picture. I like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;wowza... totally mesmerized by your new avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;----one of the best avatar i seen...ahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;I will do anything and go anywhere for a rack like that. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;they will come in handy during my hypnotherapy sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;wow Sue, i almost didn't recognize you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;the bouncing cleavage avatar is just..... dreamy *licks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;still staring... i think you've made me cross to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;let me know if your followers increase, I might have to try that:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;mama! *makes sucking noises*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;how do you make ur eyes do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I find it offensive you are exposing my chest for your avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;i am NO Homo but that avatar definetly caught my attention&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like they don't even look real... frickn perfect.. NO HOMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;i AM trY inGtoTYpe but my head keeeps going up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;yep, you know how men do, we get hypnotize by the breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;im trying to bounce mine right now. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;You need a BellyButton to go with yur uhmmm icon(s) !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;I think my eyes just popped out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;love your avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I'm sorry, I was watching the bouncing boobs. Did you say something? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;HA! Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Awesome avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Babe, everyone within eyeshot thinks I'm surfing porn when I'm in twitter, and oh, by the way... Yowzia and Schwing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I like that ICON wiggling,,,,that;s so nice,,Have a nice night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;It definitely has a hypnotic effect. Its hard to look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;It definitely has a hypnotic effect. Its hard to look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Oh their animated too, careful or you may hypnotize someone lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;If I keep watching the bouncing boobs, you'll hypnotize me, and I'll be under your power! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Wow. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Umm, about the avatar...yeh...as if Twitter wasn't distracting enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Oh I love your new avatar....... mesmerising....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;the boobs are really distracting me. can't. look. away. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Staring isn't a problem. It might be a bit hard to explain to my wife tho. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;I like your new pic! wowzers! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Very distracting.. in a good way :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;wow love that pic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I'm gonna be so distracted when we tweet from now on, LOL. so my apologies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Your posts are making me nervous now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I can't concentrate any longer... have to ban Twitter :) life must go on...aaaaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;you can shake them anytime for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom- border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; color:windowtext;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom- border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; color:windowtext;"&gt;I can't focus with those things bouncing in mah face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;how on earth did you do this "amazing" avator darlln' , think u put womens movement back by oh 10-15 yrs LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Really loving the bouncing tits avatar! Wish they were all that thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;how can I shut my eyes with your boobs bouncing like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;nice pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;OMG I just saw your AV! : ) Sue&gt; you are impossibly hysterical! I am following YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;OMG I just saw your AV! : ) Sue&gt; you are impossibly hysterical! I am following YOU! (via @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thronkus" style="border-top-color:transparent; border-right-color:transparent;border-bottom-color:transparent;border-left-color: transparent"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in;padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thronkus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) seconded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;i like ur display picture haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;*giggles* I think I woke up to see your boobs bouncin' on Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;nice new avi Sue ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;wow nice pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;your bouncing boobs r a great distraction, but also a welcome pleasure, i am happy to endure the distraction&lt;/span&gt; u do know how much men endure for boobs, right? and hey, they r pretty, they just keep bouncing and bouncing and bouncing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;nice pics! I mean pic! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;My oh my that's quite the enticing new avatar you got there missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;lol i just saw your new avatar thingy... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I can barely see ur pic on my blackberry but is that boobies!? Lmfao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;wow, gorgeous! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;uhhhh, are those yours?? They are lovely. And so bouncy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;great avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;what do boobs &amp;amp; martinis have in common? 1 is not enough, 3 is unnatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;OMGosh, your profile pic had me LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;For the next weeks everybody will just tweet about your pic...oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Love the new avatar . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;They are intransing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;for the mother fucking win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Nice um, boobs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;wow cool avatar ;-) all yours? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;your boobs are putting me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I must admit I have not seen a moving avatar since my Myspace days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;omgz they DO bounce! Lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;I applaud your sexy avatar but really I am jealous. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;An avatar for the ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;:P I am lovin the new pic. very, very eye popping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Quite the new pic you've chosen! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Well like Dave Atell said " I can't walk around with one ball hanging out and expect to get the same attention as cleavge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I just found out your avatar moves. It doesn't do that in Tweetdeck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Sue you keep hypnotising me with your profile pic! :) x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Is it you or a boob double?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;ok. you are really tripping with that avatar...lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;a new form if hypnotism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Quick question: Are they yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Ur. Av. Is. Killin'. Me! Rotating Avs can be irritating cause you lose track of your friends, but yours are always fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I like the image it gives me lots of ideas..... naughty boy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;UM... Your avatar has rendered me useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I am am a very hard time reading your tweets!!!! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Your Twicon is very distracting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;You should have gotten permission before you decided to use my breasts as your avatar. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;you must be riding on a bumpy road, ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;GOTDAMNIT change this avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;lol....im about to unfollow u cuz im startn to feel reeeeeaaallllyyy gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Those bouncin' boobs are hilarious!! Somebody should tweet them to Eric Cantor - I could see his face now-Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Every time I see your avatar I can't help but to laugh. You bring me joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Hi Sue, you know I always comment on ur new avatars! The "bouncing boobs" qualify for the best ever! You've topped yourself ths time!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;very nice your pic ;-) have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;This is about 24 hours of responses. I tried my best to put all of them on here though I'm sure I left some out. Thanks everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7865384003972238384?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7865384003972238384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/bouncing-boobs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7865384003972238384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7865384003972238384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/bouncing-boobs.html' title='Bouncing Boobs...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-953909264365045205</id><published>2009-03-26T11:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:32:44.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Socks &amp; Sex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/ScvizK3Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cwe3W_wQC28/s1600-h/FEET-IN-BED-300_tcm18-62282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/ScvizK3Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cwe3W_wQC28/s400/FEET-IN-BED-300_tcm18-62282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317593153758363026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My latest question and answer post is thanks to one of my awesome followers @whoopsie. Other than just having a kick ass user name, this person is a great follow, so if you're so inclined go find and follow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;@whoopsie suggested I pose the following question to my users:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do *you* think?? Bedroom etiquette - socks kept on or off when making whoopee under the duvet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;The response was really good on this question. Though most flat out said "Socks off!", take a read at what everyone had to say. Per usual I include every one's comment no matter if I think it is right, wrong, indifferent, or just makes no sense! Thanks to all who responded! Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks off - cheese and eggs make a lovely dutch flavour... cheese from feet (i.e. no socks) egg from "wind" ... I'm on another planet today so not sure what is making sense, etc. ;) I was thinking of whoopie as in cushion as in dutch oven - my mind is not working, but I think you mean making babies not smells.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off... only on when attempting to get sleep on a cold night... and not on the job, lol :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks off, unless the feet involved are so heinous they're a sex buzz kill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that it doesn't matter if you call it 'making whoopee'. You're a lost cause by that point. Whichever makes her happy ;-) But, generally, unless it's abnormally cold, I don't sleep with socks on to begin with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks off, regardless of position relative to the duvet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off. On is cheesy 90's porn. May as well grow some sideburns on your dick to go with the socks. ;-) I suppose that's more of a 70's porn thing, but hey, the point remains. Don't do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That would depend on who's wearing the socks. Could be good for extra traction to hold onto the woman's ankles if... Well, yeah. Well I'm just sayin', if a guy's trying to hold her ankles, well... skin on skin might not be as easy depending. Socks'd help. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks off... doesn't matter if you're under the covers, over the covers or on the kitchen sink... hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off unless they are cute or sexy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off! Gotta be naked, and you can't be naked if you still have socks on :) Plus - once you're in the act if you're thinking about socks then you've got bigger problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks off!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without a question, socks off! Now, I'd make an exception for those red boots of yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off... what dork keeps socks on? all naked and socks? ...sexsay...no&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay forget the President's address and questions, I need to answer your question silly one; socks off when u make woopie. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL Depends on the weather. I hate cold feeet! (double entendre slightly intended... THINK about it....) :) hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks... off... that goes double for hip-hop morons and their sideways baseball caps... idiots don't know why... but your question made me flash on some porn I saw a while ago. Idiots left their dumb hats on. Disrespectful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks off EXCEPT when it is really really cold because cold feet can be too distracting sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off!!! Plus, I'm not the hugest fan of the term "making whoopee" but no socks please!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depends. How cold is it in the room? and how cute are the socks?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself. In an ideal situation I would have to say that the socks should be off. Though in a really good session; if I happen to, or he happens to leave his socks on - I will not stop mid way through sex just to have the socks removed! Also, I suppose quickies in unusual places don't count... one of those quickies in which almost all clothes are left on... hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-953909264365045205?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/953909264365045205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/socks-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/953909264365045205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/953909264365045205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/socks-sex.html' title='Socks &amp; Sex...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/ScvizK3Q_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cwe3W_wQC28/s72-c/FEET-IN-BED-300_tcm18-62282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4164177199887296911</id><published>2009-03-23T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:53:47.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture'/><title type='text'>Butterfly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Scf2uVzmAWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2cpQr3mxHuQ/s1600-h/Annie_by_cosmosue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Scf2uVzmAWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2cpQr3mxHuQ/s400/Annie_by_cosmosue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316489161122120034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4164177199887296911?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4164177199887296911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4164177199887296911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4164177199887296911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Scf2uVzmAWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2cpQr3mxHuQ/s72-c/Annie_by_cosmosue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3544785007679430442</id><published>2009-03-22T16:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:35:09.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Cheaters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Scau_aOGU3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Um8OXbVklPI/s1600-h/z158498842+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Scau_aOGU3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Um8OXbVklPI/s400/z158498842+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316128814550897522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have been faced with a significant other cheating on us. Whether we catch them 'red-handed' or simply catch them from word of mouth... Finding out either way doesn't hurt any less. I've fallen victim to a cheater more than once in my life unfortunately, and have handled it differently with each person. I was a bit curious how other people handled this situation so I posed the following question:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;What would you do, or what have you done when finding out your significant other has cheated on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are all of the answers I received... Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never happened to me, thank God, but... I dread to think, I'd be such a mess :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After initial horrible pain, I actually tried to work it out. Realized later that she just wasn't "done". Bad times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can easier describe what I wouldn't do. In a word, stay. Everyone gets a second chance, but sometimes things can't get put back. The trick is to be able to see when the damage is fatal and when work can save a relationship. Not an easy task.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I literally kicked down the door and threw her and her clothes outside! (I call him my EX for a reason)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The answer to your question would depend 100% on the circumstances involved. Lots of emotions and dynamics involved there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depending on the circumstances, you forgive and work to rebuild trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd wish them good luck without me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After much pleading and promising from her, I let it go... until 3 months later when I discovered it again (with a 2nd person)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would put my whole poker bankroll to either make it big within a year or get a change to start over in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's just say it would require a scalpel &amp;amp; restraints.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a significant other first :S but I don't know exactly and don't want to find out either, probably just avoid them and call them my ex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my knowledge, I've never been cheated on, or cheated, but I'd tell the person to hit the bricks. No if's and's or but's!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just did a poll on this last Wednesday on my blog - people were pretty forgiving, for the most part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll take "Find another significant other!" Survey says! lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best thing to do is simply walk away. Don't stoop to his/her/their level.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For me personally, I divorced his ass, but not 'til I made him move out the very next day. They're still together &amp;amp; have 4 kids. Yeah. Weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'd sue for twivorce! Or at least get twerapy... but I'm a twealous lover so... twivorce on second thought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave him. Simple, and I wouldn't go back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become friends with her and invite her to dinner then I'd leave his sorry ass with all the bills!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donkey punched myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, or after, the funeral?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It involved a crow bar, super glue, a weed eater, a pair of pliers, a deck of cards, a canister of peanuts, some duct tape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In answer to your question, it depends on many factors. The only thing for sure is that it hurts deeply in the soul...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of varied answers to this question. I suppose in summation it all depends on the individuals, the circumstances surrounding the events, and how strong the relationship was before the cheating took place. Either way, being the victim of cheating is never an easy thing to cope with... and although a person may be strong enough to move 'past' an indiscretion, it never leaves the memory. Just like any other pain caused in life whether it be physical or mental, it leaves a scar. It changes in a way how we perceive things and how we proceed in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the one you are with and think twice if you are about to become 'The Cheater'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3544785007679430442?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3544785007679430442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheaters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3544785007679430442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3544785007679430442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheaters.html' title='Cheaters...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Scau_aOGU3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Um8OXbVklPI/s72-c/z158498842+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8394091933122252641</id><published>2009-03-16T18:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:57:51.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repulsive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>People are cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sb7Y6qjqQnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/l8hS3pMpKOE/s1600-h/angel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sb7Y6qjqQnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/l8hS3pMpKOE/s400/angel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313923112711635570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I would write about next here. But something/someone inspired me today to come back. While reading tweets I happened to catch one of my followers make the following comment:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Apparently some girl died that went to my school either overdosed on some drug or suicide.. she was stupid anyway never did shit in school".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That comment was then followed by this one a few minutes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know this would sound mean but one less idiot on this planet now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't know what your reaction is to reading these lines, but mine was absolute disbelief. How could a person be that cold and thoughtless. No matter how smart or not smart, good or bad looking, short or tall... every single human life is precious. Every single one. That girl I'm sure had a family, people who loved her. To be ridiculed after her death and almost celebrating in the fact that she is gone, well I just find it repulsive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost two very important people in my life. My mother and my brother. I am sure they were not liked by every single person that crossed their path, but they most certainly were loved and cherished by many... as I'm sure was the case with this girl mentioned above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is most certainly one of those instances where if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why go out of your way to disrespect a person you hardly knew, if this person even knew them at all????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To belittle a soul that has just recently passed. This person mentioned the possible means of her passing, but does it matter at all how this girl died? No... not in the least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just absolutely repulsed by the comments made and will be unfollowing. Every person is entitled to their own opinion, but my goodness; this person has crossed a line that I just can not accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whoever that girl may be, you are in my thoughts. Let this persons negative energy be erased by my positive energy. I may not have known you, but you were living just as I am now. May you rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Respect the ones that are gone. Do not judge ones you did not know. Appreciate this life while you have it. Any second, it could be your last breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8394091933122252641?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8394091933122252641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-are-cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8394091933122252641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8394091933122252641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-are-cold.html' title='People are cold...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sb7Y6qjqQnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/l8hS3pMpKOE/s72-c/angel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4767515099101636269</id><published>2009-03-15T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:28:43.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sb2BEk_0LbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vCQdvIv5-Cg/s1600-h/clean_underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sb2BEk_0LbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vCQdvIv5-Cg/s400/clean_underwear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313545051017850290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4767515099101636269?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4767515099101636269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4767515099101636269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4767515099101636269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sb2BEk_0LbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/vCQdvIv5-Cg/s72-c/clean_underwear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2595525701769697913</id><published>2009-03-15T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:52:47.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers block...</title><content type='html'>As of late I have had a serious case of what I will call "Bloggers Block"... last Monday, March 9th (my birthday, btw), I was laid of from a job that I absolutely love. Since then I just can't seem to get on here and write. So I am now writing about my inability to write. I feel as though I should write about my lay off, the first one I've experienced, but just can't bring myself to do it yet... soon hopefully. Anyway, this is a just a short blurb on why I haven't been writing here much as of late. Even my 'tweeting' has slowed down significantly. Hopefully this 'block' will go away sooner than later and I'll start feeling like my old self again. We'll see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2595525701769697913?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2595525701769697913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloggers-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2595525701769697913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2595525701769697913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers block...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4415947076769910490</id><published>2009-03-05T13:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:42:10.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cell Phone'/><title type='text'>Hand that gadget over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SbamDwHfrwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R5Vb-_n_mZo/s1600-h/istock_000002733301xsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SbamDwHfrwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R5Vb-_n_mZo/s400/istock_000002733301xsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311615393916235522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We now live in a very technology driven world. Long gone are the days of just typewriters and pencils. Most of us now rely on electronic gadgets to get us through our days. Two of the most popular devices that people use on an every day basis are their computer(s) and their cell phone. This thought made me wonder about something and ask the following question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you had to... would you choose to go without your cell phone for a day, or your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are all of the responses I got. Mind you, on this question I got some responses even I didn't understand, but I posted them anyway! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell for sure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least you can tweet on your cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I often go for a whole day without my computer. My iPhone sets me free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell phone! I hardly use it, but I couldn't live without my laptop *hugs it*. It's actually a big piece of crap, crashes all the time, never does what I want it to! Be we are partners in crime! ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd go without the cell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I had to choose, I'd do without the computer. I can do most if not all from my cell phone anyway, plus take pics, make calls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer, since I can basically do everything on my cell...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Die, cell phone, die!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, no contest here. The cell phone. I know, I can get to the Internet thru the phone, but, no one call me on the puter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer for sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would give up my computer for a day because if anything comes up people can contact me easier. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definitely my computer... Cuz my phone has all my apps!! &amp;amp; twitterstuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without computer, my cell does everything I really need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No computer; cellphone, it has everything, web, gps, music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go without my computer because I have an iPhone :D It's almost as good as a computer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd go without my cell phone. It would be nice! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could live without my cell for a day, but my computer is my lifeblood!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I work at a hospital &amp;amp; everyone, employees, patients &amp;amp; visitors all had phones stuck to their ears. no phones and no 1 could function.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In answer to that COMPUTER my dear... easier to hit the keys and have multiple random conversations at once :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer here, can't live without my Blackberry!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go without my cell phone easy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cell phone, my computer = money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go without my phone anyway, but don't take away my computer. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would go without my cell, don't use it that much anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer, since I already do that when I go to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would go without my cell phone for a day. I'm much more connected with my computer. ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go without my cell phone, unless it was an iPhone, which I don't have... you can wish though, can't you!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definitely would go without my cell phone... since stay home &amp;amp; have long distance land line now I don't use my cell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please don't take them... I'm a poor lonely soul without my implements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell phone I guess if I had to! It'd kill my soul though! LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without Phone. Always. Wouldn't be able to get much done at work without the computer. oooh now that's an idea lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, I'll play. Both. Wait. Neither. Are substitutions available? Clearly, the choice is simple: I'd go without.... (wiseguy, lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without cell. I work from home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So that's it... all the answers I received. Myself, I would much rather go without my phone, but I could go without either if needed. Amazing how much we rely on technology now a days. I love it though... keep the inventions coming!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4415947076769910490?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4415947076769910490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/hand-that-gadget-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4415947076769910490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4415947076769910490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/hand-that-gadget-over.html' title='Hand that gadget over...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SbamDwHfrwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R5Vb-_n_mZo/s72-c/istock_000002733301xsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1492483390955068458</id><published>2009-03-05T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:15:56.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snoopy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/image-myspace-graphic/days-thursday/snoopy.gif.html" title="Click Image to Add"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/days-thursday/snoopy.gif" border="0" alt="More Pics @ MySpaceAntics.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1492483390955068458?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1492483390955068458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/click-image-to-add.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1492483390955068458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1492483390955068458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/click-image-to-add.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2399686405590638262</id><published>2009-03-04T21:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:13:29.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nude'/><title type='text'>Natural Beauty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think I need to say a word. The beauty of these pictures speak for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa89aL4LtnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4pSl7KO1KwI/s1600-h/JJones_051807_78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa89aL4LtnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4pSl7KO1KwI/s400/JJones_051807_78.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309530005767435890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa89O8RgVRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0LPLMtje484/s1600-h/BigBendSept07_368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa89O8RgVRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0LPLMtje484/s400/BigBendSept07_368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529812600116498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa886bzinyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xEDFLuZaT-M/s1600-h/L1011508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa886bzinyI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xEDFLuZaT-M/s400/L1011508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309529460287119138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are some brilliantly beautiful photos I found tonight... just love them. I found them on billymonday.com if you're interested in seeing the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2399686405590638262?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2399686405590638262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/natural-beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2399686405590638262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2399686405590638262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa89aL4LtnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4pSl7KO1KwI/s72-c/JJones_051807_78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8967468508542465822</id><published>2009-03-04T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:20:44.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Sucking up to the bossman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa6bn98fZrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YPee8vkmqDs/s1600-h/wonderful-idea-400x330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa6bn98fZrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YPee8vkmqDs/s400/wonderful-idea-400x330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309352121661875890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to suck up to my bosses, never have been. Sure, I'm friendly, I like to 'keep the peace' with everyone and stay on their good side... but sucking up, brown-nosing, flat out going out of my way to suck up is just not my style, even if it means more money (maybe I'm doing it all wrong, who knows). I was a tad curious though how many people would suck up if they knew it meant getting a raise, so I posed the question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would *you* suck up to *your* boss if you knew it meant getting a raise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO... not my style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nope! Just do your job and let the boss know all that you do, if they can't validate a raise with that, better look inward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never, nor will I ever, suck up to my boss - not even for a pay raise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love My Boss &amp;amp; She Knows It!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely, I'm just a whore like that though; I'll do almost anything for more money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eh, yes, as long as it was a good raise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh absolutely! I'd also suck up to him if he was hot, as has been the case in the past... no raise needed on that occasion!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I had one (boss), yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER! Never demote yourself to promote yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd suck up to keep my job but not for more loot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would suck up for a raise, yes. However, in my experience, sucking up never results in any raises :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mmmm, No no sucking up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depends on how you define "suck up". I'm always friendly to my boss. Does that count?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No I would not suck up to get a raise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss is lucky I show up for work in the morning... that may explain why I have never gotten a raise...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're kidding right... here is me thinking sucking up is standard practice for many who want career advancement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not altruistic, heck yes, suck up for the raise. I need to support my family and $$ sure makes it easier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8967468508542465822?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8967468508542465822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sucking-up-to-bossman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8967468508542465822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8967468508542465822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sucking-up-to-bossman.html' title='Sucking up to the bossman...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa6bn98fZrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YPee8vkmqDs/s72-c/wonderful-idea-400x330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-943648834336908305</id><published>2009-03-03T18:54:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:32:03.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa3KjQM48TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dow0AMBnNpc/s1600-h/Happy-Birthday-Frog-with-Banjo-Print-C10309689.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa3KjQM48TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dow0AMBnNpc/s400/Happy-Birthday-Frog-with-Banjo-Print-C10309689.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309122242732945714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next Monday is my birthday. I will be 32. Not too old, not too young... just right I'm guessing. I'm not really sure what to think of birthday's anymore, and that is probably due to the fact that I haven't had a good one in a very long time. I remember being a kiddo and counting down the days, the hours, the minutes until my birthday was celebrated. That is typically what I do on birthdays now, just reminisce about the 'younger years'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many years now my birthday is nothing more than another passing day with a phone call from my dad. No cards, no presents, certainly no cake. I would love to have an amazing birthday again, and I'm sure I will again (someday). I can pretty much guess it's not going to be this year. I don't exactly advertise that it's my birthday so what can I expect really? I would love to have an awesome birthday one of these years, a nice gift, a dinner out, a cake, I dunno - one of these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll live to be 100 and have a kick ass party then. When I am too old to do anything other than sit in a rocking chair and blow out my candles, much to weak to even unwrap the gifts myself, lol... while everyone around says "can you believe how old she is". Oh and don't forget everyone trying to decorate the old lady with ribbons and bows and a silly party hat. Ah, the grandness of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or... or... or... or... or... OR maybe I will just buy myself a cake and a present (maybe two, screw it, I'm worth it) and go out to eat by myself! ...and you know what? I just thought of that idea as I was typing and I don't think it's that bad of an idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoooooo... next Monday I'll be 32 - woo for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-943648834336908305?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/943648834336908305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/943648834336908305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/943648834336908305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sa3KjQM48TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dow0AMBnNpc/s72-c/Happy-Birthday-Frog-with-Banjo-Print-C10309689.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3408275694833950358</id><published>2009-03-02T14:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:53:58.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hampsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Road Trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Saw0c_4QhKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EF4rJLCX8Bw/s1600-h/Road_Trippin___by_KlownDogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Saw0c_4QhKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EF4rJLCX8Bw/s400/Road_Trippin___by_KlownDogg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308675733551350946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I used to LOVE road trips... just me, a crappy car, and the highway. I used to take them all the time when I was younger. Yet this stupid thing call reality set in... you know - work, kiddo... things that now prevent me from just hopping in my car and going as far as my cash will take me. Anyhoo... today for whatever reason I was thinking about hitting the open road and was curious what others thought of road trips, where they might go and who they might bring with them when they went... sooooo.... I posed the following question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were to go on a road trip... where would you go and who would you bring with you if anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd go to the States and visit all the major cities (that might involve flying too) and would take my dog and Stockard Channing! Oh and Stockard would have to do all the driving 'cause I can't! I'm thinking there would be a convertible involved and me spending a lot of time trying to convince S.C. that girls are the way fwd!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: Ed Greer. I'll let you and your readers figure out what that means.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'd go on a road trip, I'd take one across the States from East to West, and take my bro and sis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's bias today - it's snowing - so my road trip would be from Monterrey to San Diego, really anywhere warm would work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anywhere in Wisconsin with my hubby. He is my road trippin' buddy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York to California. My fiance. And my imaginary friends in the backseat in case my fiance begins to bore me. I have 3. Count Jose Hoyos, Princess Jaquarinda Censoula and Jim Smith, the Earl of Sussex, I only socialize with royalty ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arizone since I can not cross water. It would be a toss up between Channing Tatum or Johnny Depp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Road trip... I'm a mountain girl or to the ocean... always bring the love of my life... my hubby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would go from coast to coast USA. Would bring a set of dancing girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would head out west, all the way to the coast and I would make my mother my partner in crime. I need quality time with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would head to New Orleans in a millisecond if I could. I'd take my sexy comrade with me for love on a balcony.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An endless vacation in Tahiti with Jennifer Aniston. Sipping Mai Tai's, frolicking in the surf by day &amp;amp; rockin' it at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definitely would do the lower 48 road trip with my dog Judah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would go across Europe and Asia to Japan with my mate Kelly. I need to teach him ninja skills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn't matter WHERE you go, as long as you go with that someone special :) &lt;3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3408275694833950358?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3408275694833950358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3408275694833950358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3408275694833950358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Saw0c_4QhKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EF4rJLCX8Bw/s72-c/Road_Trippin___by_KlownDogg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8182385325892676727</id><published>2009-03-02T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:25:59.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><title type='text'>Moanday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sav6TOrWa_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zcqk2kgK790/s1600-h/mondays-yuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sav6TOrWa_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zcqk2kgK790/s400/mondays-yuk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308611794050640882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically I don't mind Monday's, but today has been a doozy and it is only 10:20am... I won't go in to all of it, but let's just say I started off on the wrong side of the bed. This little guy just about sums up my feelings on today thus far. At work, lots of snow to deal with outside, feeling icky and already threw up at the office once this morning. Yup, it's officially Monday... actually, as whiny as I feel, I am renaming today MOANday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8182385325892676727?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8182385325892676727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/moanday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8182385325892676727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8182385325892676727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/moanday.html' title='Moanday...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/Sav6TOrWa_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Zcqk2kgK790/s72-c/mondays-yuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8536380254388347652</id><published>2009-02-27T19:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:42:51.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>How was *your* week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freecodesource.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.freecodesource.com/myspace-graphics/images/days%20of%20the%20week/friday/TGIF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freecodesource.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzU3ODY4OTg4MDAmcHQ9MTIzNTc4NjkxMzQyNCZwPTE4NTUxMSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz1iNDc5ZDMxNTM2MGY*M2Y2YTFkZWMwMTk5ZTE4YmFjNQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I posted a very simple question on Twitter today asking everyone to sum their week up in just one word, these are the responses I received!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECUPERATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BETTERISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPYCRAZYFUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROLLERCOASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLYFUCKINGSHITTYIMSOFUCKINGGLADITSFRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYHEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRATIFYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLACIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERWHELMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTOFBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCUNGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRODUCTIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELAXING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTFAPPLESAUCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My week in one word: AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8536380254388347652?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8536380254388347652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-was-your-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8536380254388347652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8536380254388347652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-was-your-week.html' title='How was *your* week?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-373251945875865961</id><published>2009-02-26T07:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:42:58.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Questions, questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaaKbL1szwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jPRZVT2qvR8/s1600-h/dreamer_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaaKbL1szwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jPRZVT2qvR8/s400/dreamer_1600x1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307081410541833986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok... so here we go. I posed the following question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What talent or ability do *you* wish *you* had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;These are all the responses I received...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Umm Talent?? I'm going to say some free running talent would be nice, very nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I" wish that "I" could write poetry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could learn many languages. If that's a talent, probably not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to set people on fire... with my MIND&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to be alert. Now being alert without caffeine would be a superpower.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to travel time; and to see what important historical event? the last sex pistols concert!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talent - I wish I could sing or at least carry a tune&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hmmm. I imagine beautiful scenes. I wish I had a talent for painting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be invisible... and I'd love to be able to paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had the ability to write creatively and be able to entertain with my writing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to speak several foreign languages fluently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oooooo I wish I could play an instrument&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gene Simmons Tongue!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laser vision. Don't ask me why lol... because I don't know. Just would be pretty darn cool. That and flying. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant transmission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to go in my wallet and always find large bills in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to freeze time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like the ability to never have to poo... come to think of it; I'd like my dog to have that ability too. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-373251945875865961?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/373251945875865961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/questions-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/373251945875865961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/373251945875865961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/questions-questions.html' title='Questions, questions...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaaKbL1szwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jPRZVT2qvR8/s72-c/dreamer_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-864337686982773548</id><published>2009-02-25T22:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:56:58.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Charles Darwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-864337686982773548?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/864337686982773548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-not-strongest-of-species-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/864337686982773548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/864337686982773548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-not-strongest-of-species-that.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8852765256432811091</id><published>2009-02-25T19:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:04:21.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Leave your comfort zone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaXjRMR1h2I/AAAAAAAAATw/qDnYJyJcaTE/s1600-h/mack_together_bonded_bronze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaXjRMR1h2I/AAAAAAAAATw/qDnYJyJcaTE/s400/mack_together_bonded_bronze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306897620419315554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have turning points in our lives. Some of these are prompted by events, people, a simple conversation even. We all change and grow as the days pass. Accepting change and realizing new things in the only way to fully appreciate and live this life that we are given. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when you think that you know who you are as a person, your likes and dislikes, sometimes something arises to make you realize that there is more to this big big world, that there is more to you as a person... unknowingly going through the days when there is more out there to make you happier, make you more satisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are all kinds of changes and right now I am talking about change for the better. I fully believe that everything in this life happens for a reason and shapes who we are as people. I believe that change happens when we are ready for it... even if we don't know we are ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six months ago I would have told everyone that I was happy with who I was as a person, and I was happy. But... over these past six months I have learned so much about myself. Learned things that have made me feel more fulfilled than I ever have.  I do not say that lightly, I truly feel more fulfilled and more aware of who "I am", then I ever have. Self discovery at times can be a scary thing... but with all things, if you embrace change, if you embrace new things... you might just find that you like the change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are stuck in their ways and refuse to change any aspect of their lives. Hey, that is their prerogative, but if you are one of those people and you happen to be reading this... give change a chance. Let yourself be completely free and open to the things around you. Read more, make new and different friends out of your comfort zone... just live life and see where it brings you. After all... we each only get one go around - might as well make it as wonderful and brilliantly blissful as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have opened myself to this world more so in the past six months than I ever have. Opening up like this was not something that happened intentionally, it happened with the love and support of a friend. A friend who has brought me on a journey of self discovery, and without even trying. For the first time I found someone that wholly and completely accepts me for all that I am. Every quirk, every emotion, every thought... though they may not always agree, they accept me. That friendship right there is a gift that does not come along often and I am lucky enough to realize that and hold on to that gift. Their support and friendship has made me able to open up more and more with each passing day, their support has let me "finally" just be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So open yourself up to life. To new things. To new people. To change. You might just discover amazing things about yourself that you never knew were even there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo ~Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8852765256432811091?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8852765256432811091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/leave-your-comfort-zone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8852765256432811091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8852765256432811091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/leave-your-comfort-zone.html' title='Leave your comfort zone...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaXjRMR1h2I/AAAAAAAAATw/qDnYJyJcaTE/s72-c/mack_together_bonded_bronze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3646274327725371352</id><published>2009-02-24T10:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:00:37.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power Outage'/><title type='text'>No power...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaQaIl0C2SI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H47YsUS1suQ/s1600-h/power_outage_rural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaQaIl0C2SI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H47YsUS1suQ/s400/power_outage_rural.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306394995840964898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power, electricity, hot water... the simple things that we all take for granted and don't realize how awesome they are until they are gone. Yesterday around 2am we lost power due to a storm that dropped 24" of snow in under a 12 hour time frame. Typically in my area power is restored very quickly when it goes out, well... not this time. Last night once more I was without power. Luckily I have a generator so I was able to have heat and keep the refrigerator plugged in. If all the food in that refrigerator were lost, I could only guess how much money would be lost in spoiled food. I honestly thought when I came home from work yesterday that power would be restored already and life would resume as usual. I was wrong. I ended up going out for dinner and staying away from the house as long as possible. Returning home I lit as many candles as I could and scattered them about the house. Found a few flashlights and huddled up for the night. Hoping the power would pop back on but no such luck. Even my dog was disliking the power outage. It's the first one he's experienced and for whatever reason it spooked him. He sat in the corner most of the night just staring at me with his sad confused doggie eyes. So here is a list of some downfalls of not having power at my house...&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No hot water = no shower &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Internet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No television&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to use my cell phone for an alarm clock, which is not loud enough at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't do laundry (it's a freaking mountain right now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't do any cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning is next to impossible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brushing teeth is a pain in the ass and only possible because of bottled water... lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting dressed in the dark sucks, but it's kind of funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to a generator all night long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making sure the generator has enough gas to do its' job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't flush the toilet, which is so not a good thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worst part, seriously, is not being able to take a shower... if power is not restored when I get home then I will be heading to a friends house to take a very very very hot shower!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um... that's pretty much all my complaining on the power thing. Hopefully when I get home from work tonight it will be turned on... but who knows!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3646274327725371352?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3646274327725371352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-power.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3646274327725371352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3646274327725371352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-power.html' title='No power...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaQaIl0C2SI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H47YsUS1suQ/s72-c/power_outage_rural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-6492077568437969180</id><published>2009-02-24T08:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:42:14.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>March...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaQDt0fDP9I/AAAAAAAAASw/f_N9pUplLH0/s1600-h/Peaceful_by_Concept_Substance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaQDt0fDP9I/AAAAAAAAASw/f_N9pUplLH0/s400/Peaceful_by_Concept_Substance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306370346667163602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting page I came across with what each birth month means in regards to personality, characteristics, etc. Below is what my birth months said about me, most of what it listed is incredibly true...&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attractive personality &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(I would like to think so!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Affectionate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Always have been)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shy and reserved &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(I definitely have my shy side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secretive &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(A hint of mystery is never a bad thing, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Couldn't have said it better myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves peace and serenity &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Who doesn't, pure bliss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sensitive to others &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Very much so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to serve others &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(In ways I didn't even realize until recently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not easily angered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(It takes a lot to get this girl fired up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trustworthy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; (I can be trusted with anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Karma, karma, karma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Observant and asses others &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Quietly I have always done this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revengeful &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Not so much my style, but it's happened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Oh I am certainly a dreamer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves traveling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(and I so wish I could do more of it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves attention &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(to a point... I like to go unnoticed at times as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves home decors &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(huh, don't really get this one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Musically talented &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Nope, I've played 4 different instruments, sucked at them all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves special things &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Now this is very true, I cherish my special things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moody &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Yup, I'm a moody girl... he he)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to check your month out you can go to this site and find it &lt;a href="http://www.bentbay.dk/How_months12.htm"&gt;http://www.bentbay.dk/How_months12.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-6492077568437969180?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6492077568437969180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6492077568437969180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6492077568437969180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/march.html' title='March...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SaQDt0fDP9I/AAAAAAAAASw/f_N9pUplLH0/s72-c/Peaceful_by_Concept_Substance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5000462893954652017</id><published>2009-02-20T18:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:49:11.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boobs'/><title type='text'>Boobs or Donuts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZ9kfCdfQ4I/AAAAAAAAARw/Znq6MakzTqk/s1600-h/4003b-301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZ9kfCdfQ4I/AAAAAAAAARw/Znq6MakzTqk/s400/4003b-301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305069370465010562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Another day, another question... somehow throughout today I brought up the topic of donuts, and then the topic of boobs. Not exactly which order, but the response I got to these two topics was quite astounding. So with that turn of events it prompted me to ask the question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What catches *your* attention more? Boobs or Donuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I hadn't planned on blogging about this one, but the response was just awesome, and gave me many much needed laughs. Below are all the answers I received!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL! They do go hand in hand... pun intended! Ha... ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would certainly say the former (donuts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ummm, depends on the donuts?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy, and I think you know my answer... (boobs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are donuts again? Sorry, you said boobs and everything else seemed to fade away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;donuts as I don't need more boobs :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's not donuts ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's tough to pass up a good donut. At least I know if the donut's stuffed or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hahahahah boobs! and a nice smile!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most definitely BOOBS!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jelly or hydro gel, sugar or saline, plain or natural... can't just choose without more examination :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has to be donuts. It just has to be... they just taste too good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well - technically every vote for boobs is actually two votes.... Put my two in ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs FTW (for the win) every. Single. Time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;small boobs for sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOOBS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"boobs"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DEFINITELY boobs. Not a big doughnut fan. ;-) (I'm assuming the doughnut votes were from women?) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....and just a side note from me on that comment... a lot of the votes from women were boobs, including myself! he he :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;um... what kinda donuts? lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're kidding, right?? You can get full from donuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobiesboobiesboobiesboobiesboobiesboobiesboobies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs. Without a question.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a world of zen or quantum physics both are the same :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs... but those holes in donuts make them obvious pasties if u need a peek at nipples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How about donuts :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first option (boobs). I like donuts, but not that much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs. donuts would go straight to my ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs yo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, you win. Boobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs, definitely :)) donuts make one fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs. Just in case I ever need spares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone is saying boobs, so it's a must. BOOBS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to buy... boobs... to lick frosting off of... well... donuts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ditto! (boobs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs, no contest, any kind of boob beats any kind of donut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs any day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;of course delicious warm large tits =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's easy. Boobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boobs with doughnuts on them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(and just as a quick note: I had asked earlier what every ones favorite type of donut was... this was the best response I got, "Favorite donut... thinking... has to be a chocolate long john with cream filling.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5000462893954652017?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5000462893954652017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/boobs-or-donuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5000462893954652017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5000462893954652017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/boobs-or-donuts.html' title='Boobs or Donuts?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZ9kfCdfQ4I/AAAAAAAAARw/Znq6MakzTqk/s72-c/4003b-301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4437185102495473326</id><published>2009-02-20T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:07:03.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Pac Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZ6q3DV-tII/AAAAAAAAARg/U_2EKAQOM6k/s1600-h/pacman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZ6q3DV-tII/AAAAAAAAARg/U_2EKAQOM6k/s400/pacman.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304865273856046210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Computer games don't affect kids. I mean if Pac Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~ Marcus Brigstocke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4437185102495473326?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4437185102495473326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/pac-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4437185102495473326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4437185102495473326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/pac-man.html' title='Pac Man...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZ6q3DV-tII/AAAAAAAAARg/U_2EKAQOM6k/s72-c/pacman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7572798200173009891</id><published>2009-02-19T07:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:15:42.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I found this thanks to a blog entry by @amusingchaos and decided to check mine out as well... very cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Seductive and Ruthless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/4909873712467293029-7572798200173009891?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7572798200173009891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/susan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7572798200173009891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7572798200173009891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/susan.html' title='Susan...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5617193754316846253</id><published>2009-02-18T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:42:52.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hump day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/image-myspace-graphic/days-wednesday/ice-princess.gif.html" title="Click Image to Add"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspaceantics.com/images/myspace-graphics/days-wednesday/ice-princess.gif" border="0" alt="More Pics @ MySpaceAntics.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5617193754316846253?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5617193754316846253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/click-image-to-add_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5617193754316846253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5617193754316846253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/click-image-to-add_18.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-185982943085583193</id><published>2009-02-17T13:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:20:40.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Regret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZsM57V4JEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IQnu2_4Mr2c/s1600-h/__Burden_Of_Grief______by_Morteque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZsM57V4JEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IQnu2_4Mr2c/s400/__Burden_Of_Grief______by_Morteque.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303847175480419394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it's only for wallowing in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Katherine Mansfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-185982943085583193?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/185982943085583193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/185982943085583193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/185982943085583193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/regret.html' title='Regret...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZsM57V4JEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IQnu2_4Mr2c/s72-c/__Burden_Of_Grief______by_Morteque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8133158262377588203</id><published>2009-02-17T12:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:22:28.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>When to say "I do"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZsdd9czseI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Eg3_7oulg1w/s1600-h/isetta20marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZsdd9czseI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Eg3_7oulg1w/s400/isetta20marriage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865386707694050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This morning I commented that two friends of mine had gotten married after only four months of dating... I received quite the response from that little comment. So I was compelled to ask the following question and see what the feeling was throughout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How long do you think you should wait after meeting someone to marry them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;These are the answers I received...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents got married after only 4 or 5 months of dating... 41 years... still going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you know that they're the 'one', then you simply know. Though, I thoroughly advocate living together first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should never marry anyone you don't hate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's no right answer. Some quickie marriages last forever. Other, traditional, 4-year engagements fizzle out quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long enough to find out how they really are in the morning, afternoon, night, happy, sad, upset, pissed off... could take forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that is individual. I dated my hubby for 12 years before we married, but that was me. A friend married after 2 days and is still married 20 years later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no rules on this. I met and married my husband within 5 months of meeting. It lasted 13 years :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew after 2 weeks with my gal that I wanted to spend my life with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard question really. Some people feel that they experience earth shattering love the moment they look at someone... and to them marriage seems like the next logical step... I was one of those... but have since learned my lesson. I believe the SAFE amount of time would be to wait a year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband and I seriously discussed getting married on the second date, but we waited 3 years - I'm not sure why we waited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should wait 2 days short of two years from the day we met, since that is what I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least 6 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do what your heart tells you! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really depends on the people, but the way I see it, if you're planning to spend the rest of your life together, why rush?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it depends, but I tend to wince if it's less than about a year. I married my husband 10 days short of knowing him for a year in person. Quite a lot longer online though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depends if we are going to start a family. That would "fast-track" a relationship at my age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think you should only marry people you haven't met in person. (Twitter meetings don't count of course.) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy the ride for all it's worth as love is something that should be savored with every bite. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until it feels right, although I just find it unnecessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-2 years. More importantly, they should be established. So many young people get opportunities to move due to jobs but are married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dating and marriage: It's inversely proportional. At 18, you should wait 4 years. At 25, 1 year. at 40, 6 months, and so on. After 50 you need only wait til after room service turns down the bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As long as it needs to be... or as short.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long enough for a full background check ;) joking... sort of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minimum 6 months. But 1 year is better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think one should wait 6 months after the relationship is established and stable. Preferably 1 year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ponder this question often in our household. I say six months, domestic partner says, "hold out until ones of you dies" ...I'd rather be not married to him than married to anybody else. He's awesome with a wickedly dry sense of humor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One. whole. day. and if you don't know them by the time those 24 hours are up, it's not happening... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14 minutes. (Wiseguy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time doesn't really have anything to do with it. It's connection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I waited 8 months ;) But then, I knew that it was meant to be right away. Been 7 years now :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think you should at least have dinner. Any faster would seem... uh... needy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 Minutes - 20 Tops. Relationships are all downhill from there :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So there are all the answers that I received... and yes... I do post all of the answers... even the silly ones!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Myself... I never was too concerned with getting married. Now though, given the right person, the right circumstance, this girl may one day wear a ring around her finger and say "I do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8133158262377588203?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8133158262377588203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-to-say-i-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8133158262377588203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8133158262377588203'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8466965055758617337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/br-myspace-layoutsgraphics-and-comments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8466965055758617337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8466965055758617337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/br-myspace-layoutsgraphics-and-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1262839472939351229</id><published>2009-02-16T07:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:32:41.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many accounts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZlch4jK2II/AAAAAAAAAPw/quqycieqk1g/s1600-h/email_icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZlch4jK2II/AAAAAAAAAPw/quqycieqk1g/s400/email_icon.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303371773390805122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many email accounts! Why do I feel compelled to keep them all. I mean, when you move from one apartment or house to the next, you forward ALL your mail to your new property. Why can't I do the same thing with my email accounts? As it is now I have 2 Yahoo accounts, 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt; account, and 1 Gmail account. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I DO NOT NEED THEM! Oh yes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; I have 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; email account from when I tried to set up a blog there. So, that is 5 email accounts. I primarily use 1 of the Yahoo accounts for work, and my Gmail account. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt; originally started for spam but I over time gave the address to a couple of people. 1 of my Yahoo accounts I only check to keep the account active, but why is beyond me, maybe I like the name?  I really should cut it down to two... possibly one... but could I ever truly do it, methinks no... that might take therapy!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not only email addresses, I could not possibly count how many online companies and banks I am registered with. Almost every password at this point is different, almost a guessing game when I try to access an account I haven't used in a couple weeks. I used to be incredibly organized with all the web site names, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;user names&lt;/span&gt;, passwords, but over time I have even slacked on keeping them in order.  There really needs to be some kind of secure program that literally keeps every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;user name&lt;/span&gt;, password and web address in one easy to find location, so I can quit stressing my brain out the next time I want to log in somewhere.  Although as I type that, I would probably doubt the programs stability and security and not use it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway... there is my little tirade about all my accounts, which was prompted this morning when I tried to log in to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt; account and was rejected over 4 times because I couldn't remember the freaking password!!! d'oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1262839472939351229?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1262839472939351229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-many-accounts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1262839472939351229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1262839472939351229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-many-accounts.html' title='Too many accounts...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZlch4jK2II/AAAAAAAAAPw/quqycieqk1g/s72-c/email_icon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5645260578646826550</id><published>2009-02-13T09:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:26:29.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millions'/><title type='text'>Fifty Million...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZWWWtB3wZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Dc4gQ3NQXkY/s1600-h/08-01-17_money8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZWWWtB3wZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Dc4gQ3NQXkY/s400/08-01-17_money8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302309453087359378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Most of us have fantasized about what it would be like to "hit the jackpot", become an overnight millionaire!! Well, I was curious what people would spend those first few thousand on... so I posed the following question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you won $50 million dollars, what would you purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few wells for charity: water... and a new Macbook Pro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best damn set of Attorneys and Accountants on the planet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 million? Uhm... Lots of iPhone chargers or wait... No, I would buy a whole street, put houses on it and double the money :-) hehe would be a smart plan, isn't it... I think :-))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Amazing Fantasy #15" - the 1st comic book appearance of Spider-Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I won millions I would first buy a new truck. F-250 Gun Metal Gray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I won $50 million, I buy all my debts... then a new house... then a couple of cars, Macs, and TV's... I's save the rest. I have a Macbook now. If I won the lotto, then I could buy the big iron for a REAL video edit suite &amp;amp; get a Modbook or 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Lexus RX 350&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House, cars, all bills paid off for me and family, trust for kids, some to church, invest the rest, whole family vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first purchase would be beach front real estate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'd give my house and everything in it to a family that's lost their crib to foreclosure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A space rocket :) ...Wait. I'd probably need some more money for that. I'd have a jet pack made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probably a Corvette - Stingray, definitely!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A house, a nice car, pay for my siblings education, pay off my fiance's student loans and never work again. It's not *my* debt. Wait... fuck, when I get married it will be. Fuck. Oh well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I won $50 million I would buy a house, give money to charities, and then put the rest away for a rainy day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;W/$50mm I'd buy 4 annuities. 1 for each child's education, 1 for Mom in her dottage and 1 to pay for wife &amp;amp; my retirement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying myself a life that is student loan debt free. Then a house for moms and house on the beach somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would I purchase... a new house and car, then invest for college for the kids, and then save a few hundred dogs and cats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to the LA Boat Show today, could spend some of those millions very easily this afternoon, I'll fantasize about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would donate 45 million to various charities, buy a house, a new car, and go to school for the next 8 years without working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd buy a working farm, invest a large chunk for the future, clone my dog Judah, get some plastic surgery &amp;amp; never work again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an ex-soviet submarine,  and use it to sink whaling ships and harass seal killers... and to take me to the Bahamas ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A house I design myself, then I'd make it completely solar/wind powered. Plane tickets for all my friends to visit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would purchase a secret island and get an '82 Delorean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'd buy a congressman. Not a big one, maybe like one from Rhode Island or something, I don't think you could get a better model for less than $50 million. ;-) ... Although I've heard Barney Frank is on sale. Must be a President's Day thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My soul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few businesses and a jet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off my student loan and buy a pack of Ramen Noodles with what's left over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If I won $50 million... The very first thing I would buy is a car... I'm not sure why, but something I have always wanted to do is go to a car dealership, pick out my favorite vehicle, and then just hand the salesperson cold hard cash... with of course an awesome bonus for him/her just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Other than that... I would spend the rest of my life being that secret someone that sent people money 'just because'. Tip every waiter/waitress a ridiculous amount. Help out the every day people that need it the most. Just help them anonymously though. No need for praise or recognition, just the ability to do it would be one of the greatest gifts. You can't take money with you when you die, so it would be my personal mission to literally spread the wealth until my dying day. Oh, what a joy that would be... one can dream, right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZWXFKwJ9EI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ncsyHP-d3VU/s1600-h/Money-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZWXFKwJ9EI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ncsyHP-d3VU/s200/Money-tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302310251340100674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh... and I would so want a money tree in my backyard!!!! Wooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5645260578646826550?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5645260578646826550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-million.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5645260578646826550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5645260578646826550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-million.html' title='Fifty Million...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZWWWtB3wZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Dc4gQ3NQXkY/s72-c/08-01-17_money8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2983696832380634187</id><published>2009-02-12T07:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:56:17.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The World To Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I just adore this song... I could never tire of hearing it - enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDstr09NJ5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDstr09NJ5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2983696832380634187?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2983696832380634187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2983696832380634187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2983696832380634187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-to-me.html' title='The World To Me...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7675487254305976413</id><published>2009-02-12T07:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:33:52.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Oh Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZRBWGKykXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OR8veXyqfjM/s1600-h/pickup-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZRBWGKykXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OR8veXyqfjM/s400/pickup-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301934509190713714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We all get hit on, it's just a part of life. Sometimes it's flattering and gives you a smile, other times you wish you could dissapear into the ground... and other times, well... you just want to burst out laughing because it is SO bad. I was in the laughing kind of mood, so I posed this question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What is the worst pick-up line *you* have ever heard or used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girl you must be tired... because you've been running through my mind all day. I rather like that one... LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once heard a Christian guy say, "Honey, if you're already saved, what difference does it make?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite has always been: Guy: Did it hurt? Girl: Did what hurt? Guy: When you FELL FROM THE HEAVENS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'll need this Visine so you can see clearly our future together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was getting new shoes and a kid came into the store and told the sales lady that he heard her number was 50% off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eeeeh... (looks up and down) how YOU doooin? (ok... did it jokingly, but still lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hehe... "hello" *wink*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[chuckles]. I drew a picture of an ear of corn and wrote "this is my corny pick-up line" on it and gave it to a maiden and on the back, it had a block of cheese with "too cheesy" written on it. She was greatly amused at my awful lines, hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you horny or do you want a beer?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've heard "Baby can I have your number because I lost mines."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He came up to me, put his hand in my drink too out an ice cube then dropped it on the floor saying "well that broke the ice!" ...so gross but I did laugh and got 2 free drinks :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Used: "Would you like to come out to play this weekend?", circa 1997. It worked, we're married. (10 years) Also I had to kidnap her tupperware (it had cakes in it) and hold it ransom (with note) ...that was also a "win"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously had a guy use that fresh prince "ur feet must be tired cause you've been running through my mind" line on me - Hilarious. I had to laugh because of his while approach. He kinda fell into the seat next to me and it caught me off guard. It was cute, lol. (I was on the train in NYC)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just don't use pick-up lines and have never hung out with guys who do. sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling a gift (free) drink a 'cougar tamer'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your legs must be tired 'cause you've been running through my mind all night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So that's it for answers (for now) if you have other pick-up lines you've heard leave a comment to add to the list! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7675487254305976413?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7675487254305976413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7675487254305976413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7675487254305976413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-please.html' title='Oh Please...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZRBWGKykXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OR8veXyqfjM/s72-c/pickup-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1006338824890003188</id><published>2009-02-11T22:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:13:59.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZOdhw7xfrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rqWgkrRWFbY/s1600-h/041105BlossomsD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZOdhw7xfrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rqWgkrRWFbY/s400/041105BlossomsD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301754389742059186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Captain Corelli's Mandoline6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1006338824890003188?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1006338824890003188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-temporary-madness_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1006338824890003188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1006338824890003188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-temporary-madness_11.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZOdhw7xfrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rqWgkrRWFbY/s72-c/041105BlossomsD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5236326346539284602</id><published>2009-02-11T07:31:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:01:18.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstitions'/><title type='text'>Superstitions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZLzzorb6lI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oupEKfBgcgk/s1600-h/KnockOnWood.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZLzzorb6lI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oupEKfBgcgk/s400/KnockOnWood.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301567779786975826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well Friday the 13th is this Friday. Some people are superstitious of the day so it made me think... what other superstitions are out there? I don't have many... I must admit I'm a bit wary of Friday the 13th when it comes around, but not enough to lock myself in a padded room all day.  I'm a bit spooked by triple sixes... lol - I don't even want to type the three numbers together here.  Other than those two things, I can't think of anything else I'm superstitious about, not now anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This thought prompted me to do a little research to find out what other superstitions are out there, here are some of the things I found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ambulance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seeing an ambulance is very unlucky unless you pinch your nose or hold your breath until you see a black or a brown dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Baseball Bat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Spit on a new bat before using it for the first time to make it lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's bad luck to put a hat on a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You must get out of bed on the same side that you get in or you will have bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If a bee enters your home, it's a sign that you will soon have a visitor. If you kill the bee, you will have bad luck, or the visitor will be unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bell: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The sound of bells drives away demons because they're afraid of the loud noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bird: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A bird in the house is a sign of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthday Cake: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you blow out all the candles on your birthday cake with the first puff you will get your wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To protect yourself from witches, wear a blue bead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bread:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A loaf of bread should never be turned upside down after a slice has been cut from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you say good bye to a friend on a bridge, you will never see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Broom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To prevent an unwelcome guest from returning, sweep out the room they stayed in immediately after they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Butterfly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If the first butterfly you see in the year is white, you will have good luck all year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Candle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If a candle lighted as part of a ceremony blows out, it is a sign that evil spirits are nearby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A cat on board a ship is considered to bring luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Clover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's good luck to find a four-leaf clover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Coin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's bad luck to pick up a coin if it's tails side up. Good luck comes if it's heads up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Comb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To drop a comb while you are combing your hair is a sign of a coming disappointment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Crack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't step on a crack on a sidewalk or walkway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Door:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's bad luck to leave a house through a different door than the one used to come into it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Elephant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pictures of an elephant bring luck, but only if they face a door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fingernails:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is bad luck to cut your fingernails on Friday or Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Frog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A frog brings good luck to the house it enters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pulling out a gray or white hair will cause ten more to grow in its place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ivy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ivy growing on a house protects the inhabitants from witchcraft and evil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Knife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is bad luck to close a pocket knife unless you were the one who opened it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ladder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is bad luck to walk under a ladder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ladybug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is bad luck to kill a ladybug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is bad luck to let milk boil over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirror:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To break a mirror means 7 years bad luck; also, it is unlucky to see your face in a mirror by candlelight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If your nose itches, someone is coming to see you. If it's the right nostril, the visitor will be a female, left nostril, male.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Opal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Unless you were born in October, it is unlucky to wear opals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Owl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is bad luck to see an owl in the sunlight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pepper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you spill pepper you will have a serious argument with your best friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;abbits Foot: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A rabbit's foot will bring luck and protect the owner from evil spirits if carried in the pocket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Salt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bad luck will follow the spilling of salt unless a pinch is thrown over the left shoulder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shoes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is bad luck to leave shoes upside down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Swan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A swan's feather, sewed into the husband's pillow, will ensure fidelity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tongue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you bite your tongue while eating, it is because you have recently told a lie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Umbrella:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is bad luck to open an umbrella inside the house, especially if you put it over your head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Veil:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A bride's veil protects her from evil spirits who are jealous of happy people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Watermelon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A watermelon will grow in your stomach if you swallow a watermelon seed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you tell someone your wish it will not come true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZL1KiXXqqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jjncy-5Bseo/s1600-h/Four_Leaf_Clover_13.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZL1KiXXqqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jjncy-5Bseo/s200/Four_Leaf_Clover_13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301569272740817570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... these are just some of the superstitions that I have found. If you can think of any others you have heard please leave a comment here... I would love to hear them all!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5236326346539284602?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5236326346539284602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/superstitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5236326346539284602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5236326346539284602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/superstitions.html' title='Superstitions...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZLzzorb6lI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oupEKfBgcgk/s72-c/KnockOnWood.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4236765759262171074</id><published>2009-02-09T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:26:10.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Last words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZCfX7imfVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AbAwNbhQFAQ/s1600-h/bouqet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZCfX7imfVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AbAwNbhQFAQ/s400/bouqet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300911994883702098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why but I feel compelled to write about my mom. She passed away more than 5 years ago on June 28th... 5 days before her birthday... 1 month before her 30th wedding anniversary... 25 days before her mother passed away... and 25 days after my daughter was born. A lot of us say that we had/have 'the best' mom... well, mine was no different. I loved my mother more than you can imagine, we were the best of friends in so many ways. She was one of the only people I had ever met that didn't curse, that treated everyone completely equal no matter what their circumstance. It was because of her and the way she raised me, that I am the person I am today. Not a day goes by, not one... that I don't 'talk' to my mom, that I don't tell her that I love her. Her life ended much too quickly by comparison... she was only 48. Anyway, I won't get into details right now, but she was very ill for about 3 years before her death. We knew she was going to pass, we just didn't know when. She knew her time was limited... over those three years she went through many surgeries, hospital stays, the works. Well, as I mentioned before she passed 25 days after my daughter was born. When I gave birth I was living in Massachusetts, my mom was in New Hampshire, so she could not be there due to her illness. She hated that she couldn't be there. For as long as I could remember all she wanted was to be a Grammie, she never met her granddaughter... only heard her 'squeaks' over the phone, and soon nicknamed my daughter "Squeaker". We talked on the phone every day after I gave birth. Well, 2 days before she passed my mom called in the afternoon, it was a very brief conversation. This is basically all that was said, and I will NEVER forget these words.... "Susan, I love you, I'm proud of you, and you'll be a great mom". Just typing those words I tear up. I remember when she said it, it seemed odd... mom just didn't say things like that randomly. I know I talked to her again the next day, but don't remember a word, those are the last words I ever remember coming from my mom. I cherish that memory, those words. Some things in this life are priceless, and that moment, that memory, well... it has helped me get through a lot. She knew, somehow, that it was her time. I will always miss my mom, and though it has been years now, the pain of losing her has not gone away, it has just.... changed. For those of you that have lost someone special in your life, you know what I mean. Today as always, I shall repeat those words, at least once, look at her picture, at least once, and tell my mom I love her... at least once.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you - I'm proud of you - and you'll be a great mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4236765759262171074?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4236765759262171074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4236765759262171074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4236765759262171074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-words.html' title='Last words...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZCfX7imfVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AbAwNbhQFAQ/s72-c/bouqet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5988158090344949453</id><published>2009-02-09T12:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:10:52.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Electronically Yours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZB-_1g21CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HSWH7CD4ufQ/s1600-h/81__Pen_and_Paper_by_whispering_hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZB-_1g21CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HSWH7CD4ufQ/s400/81__Pen_and_Paper_by_whispering_hills.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300876396576822306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Now a days it is very rare to receive an actual written note or letter in the mail, or personally from a friend. Now that the Internet has taken over, most communication is done through email... people keep connected with their families through places like myspace or facebook, they share family photos through other websites... so I was curious and posed the question: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last two letters I've written were both to myself. Reminders of promises I've made-much like New Years resolutions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends would hang on to them and send me the letters 6 months or even a year later. There's nothing like seeing your own words come back to haunt you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last summer! I wrote to my little brother while he was serving in Iraq.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough but more than most :) I am a lover of fine paper, and note cards. It is becoming a lost art.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just a couple days ago to go along with a gift I was sending... but before that? Years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other than writing something inside a card. I'd say it's been at least 4 or 5 years since I actually wrote a letter to someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm... September... and that ended over a month of daily letter writing. It was fun, and he was also in work release/prison.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, actually. If a V'Day card counts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does it count if I wrote it on paper, with a pen, and then typed it up in an email? Probably not, huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just yesterday milady. "Dear loveliest of maidens..." =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't remember, maybe I should send a postcard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like a month ago actually. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week to my ex MIL. She refuses to go "high tech" for me. lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PAPER!!!??? How Medieval and Archaic!!!???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrote one about a week ago. It wasn't email and it wasn't snail mail it was personal delivery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrote a letter to my MIL yesterday, but because my hands hurt, I typed it instead of writing it like I usually do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5988158090344949453?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5988158090344949453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/electronicallly-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5988158090344949453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5988158090344949453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/electronicallly-yours.html' title='Electronically Yours...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SZB-_1g21CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HSWH7CD4ufQ/s72-c/81__Pen_and_Paper_by_whispering_hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2223244058981417969</id><published>2009-02-07T17:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:28:07.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Not just for bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SY7_fZpLWBI/AAAAAAAAANk/0lyzwdoDYak/s1600-h/do_not_disturb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SY7_fZpLWBI/AAAAAAAAANk/0lyzwdoDYak/s400/do_not_disturb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300454726386276370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What is the strangest/oddest/coolest/most memorable place *you* ever had sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here are the answers that I received to the above question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the ocean, very weird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public park on the grass by a stream, lunchtime on a weekday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is sex?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think anywhere all that strange ~ a vehicle?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Central Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss's desk after hours with a blond girl from accounting; pretty memorable. Especially the next day when I met with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the surf on Pensacola Beach after dark, stars in the sky, people watching from their balconies but unable to identify me at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mine was a car wash... or at work... every Saturday for like two months straight... at 6:15 -6:30... gotta love quickies at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roof top with lotta offices looking down at the roof where we were - daytime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got da be the bosses desk. That was a good time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex in a river in Belize with crocs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strangest place wasn't all that strange, but it was in the back of my truck parked along side the highway next to a cemetery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An abandoned church... also hood of car outside my house, late late one night in college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public bathroom while people were knocking on the door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a hot tub while my parents were upstairs asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While at a Christmas party for work, outside in my bosses van.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parking Lot, Universal Studios in an '86 Scirocco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;US Senate elevator. And no, it wasn't with anyone imporant :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself... I have quite a few 'original' places and stories I could share... but I'm thinking I'll need another blog post to devote them to... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2223244058981417969?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2223244058981417969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-just-for-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2223244058981417969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2223244058981417969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-just-for-bed.html' title='Not just for bed...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SY7_fZpLWBI/AAAAAAAAANk/0lyzwdoDYak/s72-c/do_not_disturb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4557874481435469865</id><published>2009-02-06T10:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:36:59.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Bad sex or wait?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYyHXrRnbsI/AAAAAAAAANc/lMeke-pC9A8/s1600-h/01_PolISemeistvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYyHXrRnbsI/AAAAAAAAANc/lMeke-pC9A8/s400/01_PolISemeistvo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299759702331584194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This was the question posed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you had gone 6 months without SEX &amp;amp; you had the opportunity to have sex but knew it would be bad, would you do it, or wait for great sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are the responses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you've been out of practice for 6 months it's going to be bad sex no matter what you do :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I vote to make the sex better if it is bad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better none than bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'd do it :) ...meaning choice for bad sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just do it ...meaning choice for bad sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it had ONLY been 6 months... I'd consider myself a lucky guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a cocaine heartbeat. Bad sex is better than no sex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd think I'd wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd do it. After six months, even bad sex is decent sex :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DO IT! :D ...meaning choice for bad sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would do it ...meaning choice for bad sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People are actually having sex out there without inviting me to join in? How rude!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definitely wait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 months? I'd stick it down a mud hole!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could I have both? Pretty please! ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd probably try to wait and break down quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold out for great sex :) Heck, I've waited that long, I can wait a little longer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um... I haven't had sex in over 7 years... so I guess my answer would have to be that I would definitely wait. *shrugs*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No sex is probably better than bad sex. At least you can have good sex by yourself if you get creative, no? ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold out, no question&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd wait for good sex at that point- cause great sex doesn't just happen. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 months? Don't wait, that's just fking painful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My answer... I would most certainly wait. Bad sex is almost a tease, leaving you unfilled, messy and most always finishing the task by yourself... might as well wait and focus all my energy on mind blowing sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4557874481435469865?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4557874481435469865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-sex-or-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4557874481435469865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4557874481435469865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-sex-or-wait.html' title='Bad sex or wait?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYyHXrRnbsI/AAAAAAAAANc/lMeke-pC9A8/s72-c/01_PolISemeistvo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7562682022633284999</id><published>2009-02-05T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:35:26.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears like blood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYuUKJhrH1I/AAAAAAAAANU/Klp1W5oPz2M/s1600-h/BloodTears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYuUKJhrH1I/AAAAAAAAANU/Klp1W5oPz2M/s400/BloodTears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299492288608280402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tears look like water but feel like blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Heart feels like thunder, but sounds only a thud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Blood tears are felt from deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The eyes reveal the colours of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Colours reveal the meaning of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tears are the international language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;All can understand, and none can contradict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The power of the tear Is so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It carries it own odour, speaks out the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Translating the words they wish to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Without saying them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Calibri;font-size:16px;"&gt;~Sonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Georgia, Times, serif; color: rgb(53, 53, 53); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Calibri;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7562682022633284999?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7562682022633284999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-like-blood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7562682022633284999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7562682022633284999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-like-blood.html' title='Tears like blood...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYuUKJhrH1I/AAAAAAAAANU/Klp1W5oPz2M/s72-c/BloodTears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3269325884457407476</id><published>2009-02-05T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:02:14.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>What is the strangest thing *you* ever ate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYtvuU_3IlI/AAAAAAAAANM/7gHeIOBnD0U/s1600-h/ice+cream+and+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYtvuU_3IlI/AAAAAAAAANM/7gHeIOBnD0U/s400/ice+cream+and+eggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299452228232749650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'll tell ya, I asked this question having no idea what would come of it... well, end result is that we put a lot of strange things in our mouths.  After seeing some of the answers of this particular question, I lost my appetite very fast! So if you've got a weak tummy, or lame taste buds like mine, you might want to reconsider reading this! Just fair warning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conger Eel and Horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to keep strange things out of my mouth... o.O *giggles*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kidneys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roasted beetle larvae in Peru and I like it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crocodile. Tastes like very soft chicken. I'm dead serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;um, probably quail eggs... nasty nasty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Japan I tried something roughly translated to "Fish Stomach"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snails, frogs legs, alligator &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm guessing the strangest thing I ever ate was insect legs in my candy bars. NEVER AGAIN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apparently, a chocolate bar with insect legs in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrapple (look this one up on Wikipedia... pretty horrifying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monkey brains in Argentina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probably the time I had goat meat in Switzerland... I'm a vegetarian now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3269325884457407476?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3269325884457407476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-strangest-thing-you-ever-ate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3269325884457407476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3269325884457407476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-strangest-thing-you-ever-ate.html' title='What is the strangest thing *you* ever ate?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYtvuU_3IlI/AAAAAAAAANM/7gHeIOBnD0U/s72-c/ice+cream+and+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3780510832073677138</id><published>2009-02-05T07:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:59:52.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurd Laws...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYr56e2qR8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/b6RWLaZhHLM/s1600-h/AngryLaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYr56e2qR8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/b6RWLaZhHLM/s400/AngryLaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299322694664865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came across a site today that revealed dumb laws in each and every state of this country.  Though there were many favorites, I picked one law from each state and posted it here. I know a lot of laws we consider 'dumb', but these are just absolutely ridiculous. These are REAL laws that were put in effect at some time during history; though I doubt the local police would get you in trouble for them, he could if he wanted to! (scary) Read &amp;amp; Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal for a driver to be blindfolded while operating a vehicle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alaska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is considered an offense to feed alcoholic beverages to a moose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arizona:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Donkeys cannot sleep in bathtubs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arkansas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A man can legally beat his wife, but not more than once a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;California:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is a misdemeanor to shoot any kind of game from a moving vehicle, unless the target is a whale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colorado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Keeping a house where unmarried persons are allowed to have sex is prohibited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connecticut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can be stopped by the police for biking over 65 miles per hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delaware:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alcohol may not be served in nightclubs if dancing is occurring on the premises at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Florida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women may be fined for falling asleep under a hair dryer, as can the salon owner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Georgia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All sex toys are banned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hawaii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Coins are not allowed to be placed in one's ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Idaho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You may not fish on a camel's back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Illinois:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One may not pee in his neighbor's mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Indiana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If any person has a puppet show, wire dancing or tumbling act in the state of Indiana and receives money for it, they will be fined $3 under the Act to Prevent Certain Immoral Practices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Iowa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A man with a moustache may never kiss a woman in public.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kansas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The state game rule prohibits the use of mules to hunt ducks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kentucky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One may not dye a duckling blue and offer it for sale unless more than six are for sale at once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Louisiana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One could possibly land in jail for 20 years upon urinating in the city's water supply.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After January 14th you will be charged a fine for having your Christmas decorations still up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maryland: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's illegal to throw bales of hay from a second-story window within the city limits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Massachusetts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to give beer to hospital patients.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Michigan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There is a law that makes it legal for farmers to sleep with his pigs, cows, horses, goats, and chickens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Minnesota:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A person may not cross state lines with a duck atop his head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mississippi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If one is a parent to two illegitimate children, that person will go to jail for at least one month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Missouri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Single men between the ages of twenty-one and fifty must pay an annual tax of one dollar (enacted 1820).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Montana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to have a sheep in the cab of your truck without a chaperon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nebraska:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If a child burps during church, his parent may be arrested.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nevada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to drive a camel on the highway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;New Hampshire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to pick seaweed up off the beach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;New Jersey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to wear a bullet-proof vest while committing a murder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;New Mexico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's forbidden for a female to appear unshaven in public.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;New York:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Citizens may not greet each other by "putting one's thumb to the nose and wiggling the fingers".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;North Carolina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; While having sex, you must stay in the missionary position and have the shades pulled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;North Dakota:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Beer and pretzels can't be served at the same time in any bar or restaurant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ohio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Ohio driver's education manual states that you must honk the horn whenever you pass another car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oklahoma: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is illegal for the owner of a bar to allow anyone inside to pretend to have sex with a buffalo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oregon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to place a container filled with human fecal matter on the side of any highway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pennsylvania:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to sleep on top of a refrigerator outdoors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rhode Island:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Riding a horse over any public highway for the purpose of racing, or testing the speed of the horse is illegal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;South Carolina: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is perfectly legal to beat your wife on the court house steps on Sundays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;South Dakota:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to lie down and fall asleep in a cheese factory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tennessee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to use a lasso to catch a fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Texas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to see one's eye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Utah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A husband is responsible for every criminal act committed by his wife while she is in his presence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vermont:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Virginia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is illegal to tickle women.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Washington:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All lollipops are banned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;West Virginia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is legal for a male to have sex with an animal as long as it does not exceed 40 lbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wisconsin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; While all cheese making requires a license, Limburger cheese making requires a master cheese maker's license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wyoming:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Any person who fails to close a fence is subject to a fine of up to seven hundred and fifty dollars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... I know what you're thinking - how the hell are these possible? How could they possibly be true? Well... there are a lot of dumb people out there, and a few of those oh so special people made and enacted these absolutely ridiculous laws, never put anything past the mind of a 'dumb' person :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3780510832073677138?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3780510832073677138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/absurd-laws.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3780510832073677138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3780510832073677138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/absurd-laws.html' title='Absurd Laws...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYr56e2qR8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/b6RWLaZhHLM/s72-c/AngryLaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1744060913891094456</id><published>2009-02-04T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:40:56.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>I'll be your angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYpRg6TcRCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ery6sZN2fr4/s1600-h/l_c927fc47d5259aaad0eac098fa5d7ee7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYpRg6TcRCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ery6sZN2fr4/s400/l_c927fc47d5259aaad0eac098fa5d7ee7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137537403274274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1744060913891094456?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1744060913891094456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-be-your-angel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1744060913891094456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1744060913891094456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-be-your-angel.html' title='I&apos;ll be your angel...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYpRg6TcRCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ery6sZN2fr4/s72-c/l_c927fc47d5259aaad0eac098fa5d7ee7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-389568444244325492</id><published>2009-02-04T18:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:35:06.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Most embarrassing moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYowClkDKgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6x8-zb-eO_U/s1600-h/ist2_1424541-how-embarrassing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYowClkDKgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6x8-zb-eO_U/s400/ist2_1424541-how-embarrassing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299100732555995650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed the question: What was your most embarrassing moment? This question was compliments of tomster2... Read, be ready for R rated... and enjoy!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;During a BJ from my GF in the driveway of my car having her parents pull up behind, then knock on the windows to say hello. Oops!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom caught me masturbating... With a cucumber. It was pretty tragic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran into a guy I graduated with &amp;amp; was friends with. Called him Randy. His name is Rusty (&amp;amp; he has BRIGHT red hair.) How could I forget?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My most embarrassing moment oh dear, my one happened in France and includes a math teacher ehem... I was in France and only 13 could not find a toilet, so went for a piss round the back of some garages, I got interrupted. Well got disturbed when having to piss, pulled my zip up too fast got dick got in zip, teacher, she had to free me, I got hard :) Took a few weeks for the cut to heal and the rest of my time at that school (to heal) lol, the teacher never looked at me the same way again. It was totally embarrassing at the time, but I laugh at it now and it really does make me laugh to remember it. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pee-ing in my pants in 2nd grade in class. Ooooops. I'm potty trained now though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While sleeping on my parents couch, my father caught me masturbating... in my sleep. I had no idea it happened until my mother told me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8th grade, cub scout pancake breakfast, talking to a boy from my class, leaning against a pole with my hands behind my back... I look down and my dress is completely unbuttoned from neck to waist, the only saving grace was I had a slip on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once exclaimed jokingly but not intentionally "Oh Gawd, I'm such a retard!" at a Special Olympics gala dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-389568444244325492?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/389568444244325492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-embarrassing-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/389568444244325492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/389568444244325492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Most embarrassing moment...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYowClkDKgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6x8-zb-eO_U/s72-c/ist2_1424541-how-embarrassing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1965698443891015762</id><published>2009-02-04T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:47:58.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Courage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYoL_LieaVI/AAAAAAAAAME/kd0wpHkG16E/s1600-h/_MISSING_YOU__by_evol1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYoL_LieaVI/AAAAAAAAAME/kd0wpHkG16E/s400/_MISSING_YOU__by_evol1314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299061091611863378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Alan Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1965698443891015762?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1965698443891015762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1965698443891015762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1965698443891015762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/courage.html' title='Courage...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYoL_LieaVI/AAAAAAAAAME/kd0wpHkG16E/s72-c/_MISSING_YOU__by_evol1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3596708589453627549</id><published>2009-02-04T09:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:10:20.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>Nicknames...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYnhISpnkbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uvtkR0pnG54/s1600-h/onion_imagearticle2907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYnhISpnkbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uvtkR0pnG54/s400/onion_imagearticle2907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299013969139700146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posed the question: Have you ever had a nickname? Do you have one now? Here are the responses... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deedubau, Dw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lea, L, LL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a child my nickname was Peach Pit. No nickname now, however some find Gina too long so they call me G&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swede, Svedka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Shock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My poker nickname is Batman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LB - 25 years ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fesh (used by all my friends and family)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matty (something my fiance and mom use)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gonzo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have a nickname per se, lots of people call me bitch, slut, tramp, but I consider them terms of endearment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomster is what my close friends call me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some buddies used to call me thug, when I lived the thugish lifestyle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have several! Gina Bean, Reheenie, Heenie, Peanut, Regizzle, Regi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nicknames have ranged from Lizzie, Zeezee, Zaza, Li (said as 'lie') and Hey You!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watty!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jelly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ari Nae is my nickname... last three letters of my first and middle name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jones, Roo, Perrier Rain Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself can't say I've had any nicknames in the past... not ones I'd mention anyway... recently I have been called just plain 'Silly'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3596708589453627549?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3596708589453627549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/nicknames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3596708589453627549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3596708589453627549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYnhISpnkbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uvtkR0pnG54/s72-c/onion_imagearticle2907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3515664231020899189</id><published>2009-02-04T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:57:56.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hump day'/><title type='text'>Hump Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYme1AcOg2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ceC1Edo4PFI/s1600-h/hump-day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYmPY8hUUtI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qvqe7XNgG7s/s400/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298924095303602898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed the question "What do you consider to be your best and worst personal trait(s)?" Below are the answers I received... read away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best: I'm loyal Worst: I'm loyal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My narcissism. Same answer for both questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best: Honest, Empathetic, Friendly Worst: Procrastination, Obsessive, EMO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best trait is being a 'good listener' and I think my worst trait is being a 'doormat' for almost anyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best = always want to help, Worst = expect perfection from everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best: generous and patiend Worst: picky and anxious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfectionism is both my best and worst trait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worst trait: Potty mouth, and um best trait... I really don't know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me personally, my best traits would have to be that I am kind and forgiving... my worst trait is that I can't stand up for myself at times when I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1591656136134975048?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1591656136134975048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-consider-to-be-your-best_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1591656136134975048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1591656136134975048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-consider-to-be-your-best_04.html' title='What do you consider to be your best and worst trait(s)?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYmPY8hUUtI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qvqe7XNgG7s/s72-c/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3515473154571800633</id><published>2009-02-02T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:32:24.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are things in this life that make us all happy.  Some of those things you don't even realize just how happy they make you until the threat of them being gone is posed.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;~Me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3515473154571800633?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3515473154571800633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-things-in-this-life-that-make.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3515473154571800633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3515473154571800633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-things-in-this-life-that-make.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7658337260303550759</id><published>2009-02-02T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:30:55.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like 'me' again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYdXtt5tgyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0_YIjzWZ91M/s1600-h/20071203sunset_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYdXtt5tgyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0_YIjzWZ91M/s400/20071203sunset_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298299929552061218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have changed me in ways that I could never properly describe.  Certain events, people that have entered my life... in a way these past few months have been an eye opener for me.  I am the person who likes to make everyone else around me happy, no matter what the cost; even if it means sacrificing my own happiness, I have done that my entire life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few months, for the first time in my entire life I feel comfortable being who I am, truly being who I am.  The silly side, the serious side, the romantic side, even the naughty side.  Every side of who I am has been able to shine.  I owe a lot of this to one particular person.  This person has inspired me, has made me feel like me just being me is good enough, for everyone.  That right there is a gift.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way I have been given 'me' back, and you know what?  ...people seem to really enjoy the real me.  Not the people pleaser, not the fake smiling Sue, but the real me.  I've realized that if they don't like who I am, then there are plenty of people out there who do, and it is such a glorious and comforting feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspiration comes in many forms and I believe it depends on the person... what would motivate you to do something you love?  To remember something you love?  If we all knew, we would do it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most all of us just want happiness out of life, and if we knew how to obtain it, we would do what was necessary to get to that point.  I was lucky enough to have inspiration thrust upon me in an unexpected way by a very special person.  I am doing something I love again.  I am writing again.  Writing is such a blissful release for me, I had forgotten how much I truly did enjoy it.  I don't care who reads it, sees it, I just love doing it.  Being creative again for myself.  I have had so much variety introduced to me in the past few months due to Twitter.  People from all over the country, the world... sharing their views on life on movies on music, on everything from how they like their morning coffee to how a love has broken their heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world is a splendid mix of all varieties of people and the more I know, the more I want to know.  The more I crave it, desire it.  I love learning, and in the past few months I have learned so much... about myself, about others, about life... I don't want this to stop, I want to continue to learn and grow intellectually and as a person.  Thank you Twitter, and thank you 'unknown' for introducing me to the Twitterverse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7658337260303550759?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7658337260303550759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-like-me-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7658337260303550759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7658337260303550759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-like-me-again.html' title='Feeling like &apos;me&apos; again...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYdXtt5tgyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0_YIjzWZ91M/s72-c/20071203sunset_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4883743382271233607</id><published>2009-02-02T11:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:53:18.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle, turtle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYcaA2dERAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s-aiFB2HvPE/s1600-h/Cahuita+National+Park,+Costa+Rica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYcaA2dERAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s-aiFB2HvPE/s320/Cahuita+National+Park,+Costa+Rica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have the motivation of a drunken turtle today at work - This would be me were I a turtle! Wooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4883743382271233607?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4883743382271233607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/turtle-turtle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4883743382271233607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4883743382271233607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/turtle-turtle.html' title='Turtle, turtle...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYcaA2dERAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s-aiFB2HvPE/s72-c/Cahuita+National+Park,+Costa+Rica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5599137518706367672</id><published>2009-02-02T10:39:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:43:44.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>What do you consider to be your best and worst trait(s)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYmN5pJ8rXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2ywcC_RT3mo/s1600-h/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYmN5pJ8rXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2ywcC_RT3mo/s400/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298922458017738098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I posed the question "What do you consider to be your best and worst personal trait(s)?" Below are the answers I received... read away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best: I'm loyal Worst: I'm loyal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My narcissism. Same answer for both questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best: Honest, Empathetic, Friendly Worst: Procrastination, Obsessive, EMO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best trait is being a 'good listener' and I think my worst trait is being a 'doormat' for almost anyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best = always want to help, Worst = expect perfection from everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best: generous and patiend Worst: picky and anxious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfectionism is both my best and worst trait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worst trait: Potty mouth, and um best trait... I really don't know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me personally, my best traits would have to be that I am kind and forgiving... my worst trait is that I can't stand up for myself at times when I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5599137518706367672?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5599137518706367672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-consider-to-be-your-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5599137518706367672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5599137518706367672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-consider-to-be-your-best.html' title='What do you consider to be your best and worst trait(s)?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYmN5pJ8rXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2ywcC_RT3mo/s72-c/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3784619681966977073</id><published>2009-02-02T08:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:37:43.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is only by following your deepest instinct that you can lead a rich life, and if you let your fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Katharine Butler Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3784619681966977073?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3784619681966977073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-only-by-following-your-deepest_4496.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3784619681966977073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3784619681966977073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-only-by-following-your-deepest_4496.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8084633467705000763</id><published>2009-02-02T07:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:55:27.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever faced the crab claws?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYbtOli1ykI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jgbX2Imy02A/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-this-dog-should-be-less-confident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYbpaEq3V6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C5Q0W11QmiI/s400/Picture013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298178645787367330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, at the office on a Monday, with no motivation whatsoever to do anything - at all.  Rewind about a week ago and I loved my job, people were jealous of my job, I wanted to go to work every single day.  Didn't even mind when I had to come in on Saturdays.  I always put that extra effort forth to make sure things were done correctly.  Well, in comes the bosses girlfriend.  I work in a very small office, there are four of us here - running a company of about 50 employees.  Everything in this office was running smooth, no glitches - we all got along.  Well... now we have someone who has power over us all and wants to do things 'her way'.  I guess such is life, a good thing can only last so long.  Well, this good thing lasted about three years.  With 'her' here, my motivation level has absolutely plummeted... which really does suck.    She has caused quite a few disturbances since she's been here.  Trying to micromanage every aspect of what we do - I work in a small office to avoid such things.   Here's the kicker though, now she is messing with our paychecks for reasons that just don't make sense.  She comes from the corporate world, lots of people in the office and she is trying to utilize what she knew there to run a very very small office of people.  Long ago I had accepted the fact that we could not work overtime here - first job I've ever had that this has occurred, but the job itself was just so satisfying that I let it slide.  Well now, this woman has decided that if I/we miss any time at work that we are not allowed to make it up.  I have never been short a paycheck in three years.  I always put the extra effort forth to make up my hours.  Whether that meant staying late or coming in on a Saturday.  A single mom needs her paycheck, it's just a fact of life, well - now apparently I can't even get that.  Missing a day of work being a single mom is inevitable.  Although I know stressing about this situation won't fix it, I really can't help it.  My only hope is that this woman will leave sooner than later.  Yet, this isn't just a situation where she needs to quit - this is the bosses girlfriend, so a split between them would have to happen too.  Well, this woman knows she has it made, a guy with unlimited funds, a huge house, free cars, vacations, you name it.  Believe me, this woman has a day that she has to stay home sick her check will not be affected.  I realize now a days I'm lucky even to have a job, but going from a very stable paycheck to a now unstable one should something arise where I need to take off work is not a good feeling.  So, I sit here at my desk, at a place I used to love, debating whether I should just quit or hang in until this storm called the bosses girlfriend passes. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5472381460851177734?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5472381460851177734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/storm-called-bosses-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5472381460851177734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5472381460851177734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/storm-called-bosses-girlfriend.html' title='A Storm called the bosses girlfriend...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYbpaEq3V6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C5Q0W11QmiI/s72-c/Picture013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-6688087806027860602</id><published>2009-01-30T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:44:01.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>PC or MAC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYMhnSfvkNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ToUImxRyDs/s1600-h/MacPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYMhnSfvkNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ToUImxRyDs/s400/MacPC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114545581428946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asked the question PC or MAC? ...and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of you said PC and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the MAC....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Clearly our winner here is the MAC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-6688087806027860602?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6688087806027860602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/pc-or-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6688087806027860602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6688087806027860602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/pc-or-mac.html' title='PC or MAC...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYMhnSfvkNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9ToUImxRyDs/s72-c/MacPC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2420934699854045235</id><published>2009-01-29T18:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:44:11.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>What was *your* worst job EVER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYJFickyz0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/JaEHbMAC1Jw/s1600-h/worlds-worst-jobs-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYJFickyz0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/JaEHbMAC1Jw/s400/worlds-worst-jobs-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296872569829510978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This whole question/poll thing happened a little by accident but it is becoming fun. This last question was inspired by the post you see below this one. Got some awesome answers... here we go people - read away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 evening working concessions at a dirtbike rally. I got to pour cheese over nachos. Turned me off from nachos for years. I'll eat them now, but only in restaurants, with good cheese ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked at McDonalds, was shit, I was on $8.76/h after pay rise. Next job $15.60/h think I made the right choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UK chemist's shop. Owners were mean, horrible men who hated women - one aptly named Anil. Was a long 3 months. Fortunately, he &amp;amp; bro were caught screwing up Rx and shorting ritalin Rx (I guess selling the "extra"). Hope they got jail time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugh I put stickers on carmel corn popcorn bags. It was horrible. I only got like $7.50 PER THOUSAND. Yeah it was the worst job ever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My current job is by far my worst job ever: doing "tech support" for a couple real estate companies with asshole agents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White mouse in a sea sick drug test. Shook you up and down until you threw up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to sell club memberships at Unimart in Tulsa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handsdown - worst job EVER. Trying to sell vacuums in Hawaii where most don't even have carpet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Janitor for a Salvation Army church. DAAAAAAMN they were nasty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The annual "cleaning" of the cow shed... This involves scooping up the "manure" and "spreading" it out in a field or pasture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really was the worst boss. He owned 5 McDonalds and would walk into the store and start yelling from the door. UNPROFESSIONAL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toss up - Taco Bell cleaning the walkway with acid that ate my shoes, or cleaning bathrooms at McDonalds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been blessed and have enjoyed all of my jobs, really. I used to be an EQ manager for our football team. Laundry duty wasn't exactly roses, lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't think of a worst job. Really. Maybe the answering service that catered to snobbish elitists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worst job was Geek Squad. Dealing with retarded people to their faces, having to be nice, patient, AND sell them things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tractor Junk Yard tearing apart and salvaging tractor engines for parts and brass, copper, etc. Every day a new wonder in grease.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked in Industrial Laundry folding linens &amp;amp; towels as came out of dryers. Old ladies liked making piece work. Fingers swollen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My worst job was being a door to door salesman, selling doors. *knock knock* "Hi Madam, are you interested in our, oh, shit, you have one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I receive some more 'worst job' experiences I will add them to this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2420934699854045235?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2420934699854045235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-was-your-worst-job-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2420934699854045235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2420934699854045235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-was-your-worst-job-ever.html' title='What was *your* worst job EVER?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYJFickyz0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/JaEHbMAC1Jw/s72-c/worlds-worst-jobs-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1973610342141453563</id><published>2009-01-29T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:23:56.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boss &amp; I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYIsRemW29I/AAAAAAAAAEc/qGcedqryl14/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYIsRemW29I/AAAAAAAAAEc/qGcedqryl14/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296844790524468178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I take a long time;&lt;div&gt;I am slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my boss takes a long time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is thorough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't do it;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my boss doesn't do it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is too busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I do something without being told;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to be smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my boss does the same;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is initiative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I please my boss;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am apple-polishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my boss pleases his boss;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's cooperating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I do good;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss never remembers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I do wrong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he never forgets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Found this, loved it, posted it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1973610342141453563?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1973610342141453563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boss-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1973610342141453563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1973610342141453563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boss-i.html' title='My Boss &amp; I...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYIsRemW29I/AAAAAAAAAEc/qGcedqryl14/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3052674176974970463</id><published>2009-01-29T14:53:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:44:27.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>What is *your* favorite type of music to listen to? ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYINvxUaZlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2uacvQAkjh4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYINvxUaZlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2uacvQAkjh4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296811226085090898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again... another question asked, and many answers received... so here is what you said to the above question! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Impossible question to answer, because my favorite type changes with my moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Any song performed by Neil Young, so that should cover every type of music known to man except Peruvian pan flute operas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Come to think of it, Peruvian Pan Flute Opera sounds pretty good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm a bit of an emo-kid lol alternative/indie rock for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I like all kinds of music, depends on my mood but I would have to say a little heavier than main stream rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Enrique Iglesias! YUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love so many kinds, changes day to day from 80's New Wave to techno to hiphop etc. Thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;like asking who is your favorite child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Heavy metal! Head banging... seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I call it "Greys Anatomy" music... lol... Snow Patrol, Matt Nathanson, O.A.R., etc.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TOTALLY depends on my mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hmm, I like all kinds but if I have to pin it down to 1 it would have to be soft rock, 3 Doors Down/Lifehouse type of stuff. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anything with good lyrics and beat along the Alternative and Hard Rock Lines. The band of the minute is Linkin' Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Progressive rock/fusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can tell you that *right now*, my favorite type of music to listen to are film scores, specifically the Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Classical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;R&amp;amp;B, older stuff, like new Fall Out Boy Cd... all (well older things) from Prince, Addicted to Maroon 5 though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I like mc solaar, lily allen, david bowie, eminem, roland kirk, the pogues, sarah mclachlin, beethoven and lots of other stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Favorite is kinda weird: called "post rock" all ambient, instrumental stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rock all the way!! i love Lynard Skynard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 22, 34); font-family: arial; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I listen to a huge array of music, from metal to jazz, everything as long as it's not shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay... well that about sums it up! Any more updates I get and  I will add them to the list!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:28px;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3052674176974970463?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3052674176974970463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-your-favorite-type-of-music-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3052674176974970463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3052674176974970463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-your-favorite-type-of-music-to.html' title='What is *your* favorite type of music to listen to? ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYINvxUaZlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2uacvQAkjh4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8941028800238314264</id><published>2009-01-28T12:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:44:38.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><title type='text'>If you had to spend the rest of your life doing the same thing over and over again, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYCj5KZPS6I/AAAAAAAAADc/KJswHJEi2D0/s1600-h/250px-Merdeglace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYCj5KZPS6I/AAAAAAAAADc/KJswHJEi2D0/s400/250px-Merdeglace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296413364225788834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed the above question and below are the answers I received... very interesting... to this girl anyway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are in the order I received them in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laying in a hammock under a star-strewn sky with someone I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smelling babies heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Payday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatting nose to nose by nightlight w/6 year old before bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating chicken curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating because you could still get variety in what you eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In bed, having sex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windsurfing. Blue skies, warm sun, open ocean - fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;erm, repeating myself, erm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can not even answer that question without my brain wanting to explode just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; hmm.. I couldn't decide..lots of stuff I had fun with but to do it too many times..it gets boring...I don't have an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything, giving long enough, has the potential to become mundane. Except chatting with you of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Circumnavigating the world in a sailboat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hug my fiance. mushy and a bit queer, but hey, love is a bit queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ski the Merde Glace over and over and over and over. Would be loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*censored* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would say go on vacation &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live a happy and healthy life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making the world a better place, feeding the hungry, and protecting abused children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ladies Orgasm Consultant.  That'd be a pretty good repetitive task!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having sex... over and over and over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're asking guys this? Isn't the answer obvious? And, nice boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being stroked along the length of my body with a soft scented feather and some edible glitter body powder; it should be licked off naturally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duh, sex!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking over to the floating bar on St. Thomas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding Tower of Terror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twittering with you, is what it would be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfoming, without a doubt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting dark chocolate melt in my mouth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jan 1973 when I was in Salvador, Brasil for Carnaval Mardi Gras.... WOW!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would have a long lunch with friends.... over and over again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and there was one answer... oh silly one you know who you are, that I just could not bring myself to post... you know who you are! lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning the Italian &amp;amp; Spanish languages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go surfing (peaceful, social, physical, exciting, creative...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk my dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax, I'd relax over and over again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;...and if you are curious - me, personally... I would be having sex, great sex, over and over again with the one I love... yup - sounds like a fantastic way to spend an eternity!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I get more responses I will add them to this list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8941028800238314264?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8941028800238314264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-had-to-spend-rest-of-your-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8941028800238314264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8941028800238314264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-had-to-spend-rest-of-your-life.html' title='If you had to spend the rest of your life doing the same thing over and over again, what would it be?'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYCj5KZPS6I/AAAAAAAAADc/KJswHJEi2D0/s72-c/250px-Merdeglace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-127695059863824846</id><published>2009-01-28T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:01:37.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYBlKcs5BeI/AAAAAAAAADU/lMc5on3CApU/s1600-h/2061928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYBlKcs5BeI/AAAAAAAAADU/lMc5on3CApU/s400/2061928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296344391965279714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture that @caffination on Twitter posted this morning. An awesome shot he took that is worth sharing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-127695059863824846?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/127695059863824846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/accidental-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/127695059863824846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/127695059863824846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/accidental-love.html' title='Accidental Love...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SYBlKcs5BeI/AAAAAAAAADU/lMc5on3CApU/s72-c/2061928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7062018285929082125</id><published>2009-01-27T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:56:08.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer Bot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX8gble_nXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lsv1CZ-qjeg/s1600-h/Bummer+Bot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX8gble_nXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lsv1CZ-qjeg/s400/Bummer+Bot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295987345101659506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Twitter more and more often I keep seeing this page as I'm sure most of you have. I have had some followers ask me what I was referring to when I say I see the Bummer Bot... well this is HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7062018285929082125?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7062018285929082125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bummer-bot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7062018285929082125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7062018285929082125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bummer-bot.html' title='Bummer Bot...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX8gble_nXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lsv1CZ-qjeg/s72-c/Bummer+Bot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2400158913085914991</id><published>2009-01-27T07:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:35:35.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condom Mishap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/fail-owned-fetish-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 482px; height: 480px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/fail-owned-fetish-fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying to post this last night but the link appeared to be broken... so here I shall post the article of a man and his misuse of a condom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2400158913085914991?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2400158913085914991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/condom-mishap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2400158913085914991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2400158913085914991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/condom-mishap.html' title='Condom Mishap...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5836495660716393918</id><published>2009-01-25T20:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:51:56.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crispy Snowmobile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX0T4xDoMVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kx7f8C4yFj4/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX0T4xDoMVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kx7f8C4yFj4/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295410602819727698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one more shot of the snowmobile shortly before it was put out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5836495660716393918?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5836495660716393918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/crispy-snowmachine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5836495660716393918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5836495660716393918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/crispy-snowmachine.html' title='The Crispy Snowmobile....'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX0T4xDoMVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kx7f8C4yFj4/s72-c/DSC00874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2258196987259608823</id><published>2009-01-25T20:04:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:50:46.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Snowmobile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX0SuTuj0MI/AAAAAAAAABs/BAJrl8FGEGs/s1600-h/ONEFIRE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX0SuTuj0MI/AAAAAAAAABs/BAJrl8FGEGs/s400/ONEFIRE.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295409323636412610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was interesting.  I was feeling a little more than stir crazy today so I decided to take my little sunshine to Chuck E Cheese in Portland, ME.  Just me and my girl.  On the way there I got stuck behind a truck that was going under the speed limit.  I am a tailgater by nature and was right up his ass almost the entire way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... being a tailgater is not always a good thing.  When I finally arrived I got out of the car to find that my car was completely covered in liquid.  A bit confused I took a closer look and found that whoever was in front of me was apparently having transmission issues.  I had ATF (automatic transmission fluid) all over my freaking car! All over my car which included my windshield.  On the drive there I just thought my windshield wipers sucked - turned out they were a greasy mess from the fluid.  Imagining that wasn't such a good thing for the paint I found a car wash and ended up paying twenty bucks to have it cleaned off.  So whatever, that was just minor.  Although maybe next time I'll reconsider tailgating, maybe just find a passing zone faster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty good time once we arrived to Chuck E Cheese, played lots of games, ate some yucky food - seriously, the food at Chuck E Cheese is just not good - at all!  We spent quite a while there and then headed to the mall where I finally found a case for my new mini laptop.  After all was said and done we decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after arriving home one of the kiddos decided to take one of the snowmobiles out for a ride.  A few minutes after he was riding it, it caught on fire... a small fire at first - he hopped off immediately and just moments later - BOOM!  That BOOM was the gas tank exploding.  Where I live now is on a property that is 6 very thickly wooded acres... the machine caught the woods quickly.  Come to find out snow actually is a useful thing, it seemed to contain the fire where it was and we used it to throw on the snowmobile until the flames died out.  Anyway... everyone was safe and sound - luckily none of the fire got to the house.  The above picture is what the fire looked like about 5 minutes before it was completely extinguished.  (Because of course forgetful me couldn't find my camera when it first started - d'oh) ...and by the way - a burning snowmobile smells absolutely HORRID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2258196987259608823?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2258196987259608823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-bye-snowmachine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2258196987259608823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2258196987259608823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-bye-snowmachine.html' title='Bye Bye Snowmobile....'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SX0SuTuj0MI/AAAAAAAAABs/BAJrl8FGEGs/s72-c/ONEFIRE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-6146464840652088008</id><published>2009-01-23T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:15:27.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Cockroach! Ewww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXqG9vgnhsI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZF9ttEx2DpI/s1600-h/imgres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXqG9vgnhsI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZF9ttEx2DpI/s200/imgres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294692707210856130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a little story about when I was living in Tennessee.  I was 18 years old at the time and moved to Tennessee from New Hampshire with my fiance at the time.  We were renting an apartment out of a huge complex.  The apartment itself was very nice from the outside and the inside.  Very little furniture, but we had our freedom and loved it.  Granted it was the first apartment for both of us, so anything would have seemed like the Taj Majal!  Anyway... this is a story about a cockroach.  One day I was home alone and my fiance was off for the day taking classes.  When I am home alone I'm usually naked, I've been doing that for quite some time now.  I remember I was laying in the bedroom reading a book - the actual book I was reading I couldn't remember if I tried.  So I'm laying there, peace and quiet, happy, relaxed... I remember something catching my attention in the room, at the time I thought it was a moth flying around the room - that was my first thought.  So I'm laying on the bed, exposed, head just barely propped up enough so I can read my book.  Eventually I ignore the moth or whatever flying creature is exploring my bedroom.  Then, all of the sudden I feel something on my skin, right below my neck and above my breasts.  In complete slow motion I remember looking down, and right there, on my skin - was a COCKROACH.  A freaking flying nasty ass cockroach!  I jumped up immediately and ran out the room shutting the door behind me.  I was determined to catch this thing so it wouldn't touch me again.  I went to the kitchen and opened up one of the cabinets; retrieving a glass... I went back towards the bedroom and slowly opened the door, I walked in the bedroom, glass in hand (quickly closing it behind me so I had him trapped in the room) determined to catch this nasty thing.  After some running around the room (which I'm sure looked absolutely ridiculous, me running around naked trying to catch a bug) I finally caught him, in the glass.  I put a magazine under the glass so he couldn't escape through the carpet on the floor... I left him there until my fiance came home from school, and I let him finish killing the disgusting thing.  It was an interesting day and to this day the only cockroach I have encountered - if I never have to deal with another one I will be a happy woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-6146464840652088008?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6146464840652088008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-cockroach-ewww.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6146464840652088008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6146464840652088008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-cockroach-ewww.html' title='Flying Cockroach! Ewww...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXqG9vgnhsI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZF9ttEx2DpI/s72-c/imgres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7020158410786484213</id><published>2009-01-23T17:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:15:07.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripper going down hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://v.wordpress.com/Wt8uMfz4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="426" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - how can you NOT laugh at this! Complete awesomeness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7020158410786484213?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7020158410786484213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/stripper-going-down-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7020158410786484213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7020158410786484213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/stripper-going-down-hard.html' title='Stripper going down hard!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-3648258383072660330</id><published>2009-01-23T14:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:29:52.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroooooooooooooooooooooom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/414564401_c80276df0b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/414564401_c80276df0b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I work I have the opportunity to run errands each day... I love my job!  I show up here at 7am (yes, blogging at work right now) and then I leave around 3:30 for the day.  At 11am I leave and I get to make bank deposits, pick up the mail, do all kinds of silly errands.  It usually takes about two hours (I take lunch while I'm out).  Well, typically each day right before I leave the office I post a message on Twitter saying vroooooooooooooom I'm off... well today I had someone from Twitter send me this picture, apparently this is what he pictures each time I say that.  I just think this bear is cute as all get out, and I shall now picture this silly guy every time I leave to do errands and go vrooooooooooooooooom in my car!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-3648258383072660330?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3648258383072660330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/vroooooooooooooooooooooom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3648258383072660330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/3648258383072660330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/vroooooooooooooooooooooom.html' title='Vroooooooooooooooooooooom!!!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2444350737558090771</id><published>2009-01-23T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:57:22.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXnsA1l3zNI/AAAAAAAAABc/y-LdgQf6IqU/s1600-h/red+boots+custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXnsA1l3zNI/AAAAAAAAABc/y-LdgQf6IqU/s320/red+boots+custom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294522336080809170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a request for boots... so I'm putting up my infamous or well, not so infamous Twitter boots... this one is for you Russell &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2444350737558090771?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2444350737558090771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/boots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2444350737558090771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2444350737558090771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/boots.html' title='Boots!!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXnsA1l3zNI/AAAAAAAAABc/y-LdgQf6IqU/s72-c/red+boots+custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2350855957194810149</id><published>2009-01-23T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:47:05.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... not very silly so far!</title><content type='html'>Well I just started this blog... and I named it Silly Me but am realizing the things written so far have not been all that silly.  So I thought about changing the name... decision was a no.  I am a very silly person, just for whatever reason the things I've written about 'here' thus far have not been.  So I shall keep 'Silly Me' and keep writing - you'll see... I'm a natural born goofy ass! he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2350855957194810149?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2350855957194810149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm-not-very-silly-so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2350855957194810149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2350855957194810149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm-not-very-silly-so-far.html' title='Hmmm... not very silly so far!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-6100803454216888781</id><published>2009-01-22T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:22:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare ramblings....</title><content type='html'>I am a person that deeply believes that everything happens for a reason.  There are many times in my life where that simple phrase has gotten me through.  Days like this though, that phrase is so hard to accept.  Looking from the outside no person could fathom some of what I've been through.  Although I have accepted what has happened in my past, it still haunts me.  Nights like last night filled with nightmares of horror, pain, suffering, troubles.  I don't share my darkest fears and thoughts with most as I just don't want to bother them with it.  We all have our own problems, fears, past hurts.  When I have a night filled with nightmares like I did last night I awake in the morning only to have my mind racing with the thoughts of all that has hurt me in my life.  Somehow in these moments I am taken back to the time when I was hurt, I can feel the sorrow, the darkness, the pain, the fear.  The only difference between now and then, is that I do not cry.  I do not shed tears about these things like I used to, I am in a way numb to that pain even though it feels as real as the moment it happened.  Nightmares like these are the ones you wake up and remember, nightmares like these are the ones that make me wake up again and again throughout the night.  I wake up, think about what just happened, take a moment to realize that I am safe, and drift back off to sleep only to have the darkness creep back in.  Nightmares that do not portray the actual events as they happened, almost, but in a way only magnifying what happened.  Rape, death, betrayal, abuse.... these are what my nightmares consist of.  It is a dark place that for whatever reason my mind can not let go of just quite yet.  I tell myself daily that I am okay with the things that happened to me, I speak freely of some of these pains, but not all.  I wonder many mornings like this when and if these nightmares will ever cease.  If they will ever vanish from my conscience.  I don't think they will.  We all go through our own pain, our own journey in life... we don't have the same pain or the same experiences - no other would truly be able to grasp all that I have been through no matter how much they cared or wanted to, and that is ok.  Days like this are the ones that I feel most compelled to help others - that is what I want to do.  Fixing others problems, or helping others, it is one of the few things in this life that gives me complete and utter satisfaction.  There used to be a time when I thought nobody could understand me, understand my pain.  I grew to realize that although others have not been 'exactly' what I have been through, that someone out there has shared similar grief.  Remembering a time when my entire world was dark, when not even the tiniest ray of light shown through, feeling as if it were me and only me against the world....... I want to help people in 'that' moment and let them know there is hope.  It's not easy.  Depending on the experience, the person, it may take a week to sort through the pain, a month, the most painful thing that I went through took me two years to come to terms with.  Just know that there is hope in feeling 'normal' again... there is hope in finding joy and enjoying life - that we must take every single experience in our life, no matter how horrible... get through that experience and find that after, after we have gotten through it - we become stronger for it.  Through all I have experienced there is still some of me left that is naive and trusting, loving - all the pains in the world could not take away who I am as a person.  I feel at this point in my life I am able to love, show love, give love more than I ever have because I know how lucky I am to be here, to be healthy, to have the life that I do.  When you feel a pain 'so' deep, so heart wrenching that you just want to die, when you make it through that, every emotion you feel for the rest of your life is intensified beyond explanation - it is a gift really.  If you are in that darkness, the darkness that swirls with no light, no hope, where every breath you take you want to be your last... don't let it be your last.  Keep breathing,  and just make it to tomorrow.  Reading those words, if you are where I was, you may not believe them, and that is ok - just have faith that no matter how bad things get in your life, that someone else has had similiar experiences and gotten through them.  There is love in life, find that, hold on to it... keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-6100803454216888781?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6100803454216888781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightmare-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6100803454216888781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6100803454216888781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightmare-ramblings.html' title='Nightmare ramblings....'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8503431364177643700</id><published>2009-01-21T10:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:43:43.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough weeks are no fun....</title><content type='html'>So this week has been a bit of a rough one to say the least.  It is one of those weeks when if something could go wrong, it will.  One of those weeks that started off so awesome and then just took an incredibly fast trip downhill.  It is hump day now and I am optimistic that the rest of the week will go better.  I am not sure if this is a fact, or it I am just trying to convince myself of that.  Today is the day I shall be receiving my new mini laptop.  I've been waiting about two weeks to receive it, and after a delay in Alaska it is finally on its way... FedEx site says it is out for delivery, so we'll see.  I should also soon be receiving an advance copy of the Chuck Palahniuk book "Pygmy"... it is not due to release in stores for months, but a very dear friend contacted the publishers to send me a copy - very excited.  I'm writing this from the office, though I should be working I really am not feeling it right now.  I leave in about 25 minutes to run errands for the office (something I just love about my job). So, yup - that's my blurb for this morning.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8503431364177643700?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8503431364177643700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/rough-weeks-are-no-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8503431364177643700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8503431364177643700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/rough-weeks-are-no-fun.html' title='Rough weeks are no fun....'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-7785324056410443334</id><published>2009-01-20T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:06:43.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Love these.... well most of them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://static.ning.com/newmodernluxury/widgets/photo/slideshowplayer/slideshowplayer.swf?v=3.11:13245" quality="high" alt="Photo Slideshow" width="540" height="423" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" flashvars="feed_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emymodernmet%2Ecom%2Fphoto%2Fphoto%2FslideshowFeedForContributor%3FscreenName%3Dw7alv8hhgnou%26random%3D1%26x%3DhtQvdTkwqyooS4oORoJQhbVxr1DupkEf%26photo%5Fwidth%3D540%26photo%5Fheight%3D400&amp;amp;config_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emymodernmet%2Ecom%2Fphoto%2Fphoto%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fx%3DhtQvdTkwqyooS4oORoJQhbVxr1DupkEf%26feed%5Furl%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww%2Emymodernmet%2Ecom%252Fphoto%252Fphoto%252FslideshowFeedForContributor%253FscreenName%253Dw7alv8hhgnou%2526random%253D1%2526x%253DhtQvdTkwqyooS4oORoJQhbVxr1DupkEf&amp;amp;backgroundColor=111111&amp;amp;fullsize_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emymodernmet%2Ecom%2Fphoto%2Fphoto%2Fslideshow%3Ffeed%5Furl%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww%2Emymodernmet%2Ecom%252Fphoto%252Fphoto%252FslideshowFeedForContributor%253FscreenName%253Dw7alv8hhgnou%2526random%253D1%26back%5Furl%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww%2Emymodernmet%2Ecom%252Fprofiles%252Fprofile%252Fshow%253Fid%253DEugene%2526" class="xg_slideshow" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/photo/photo"&gt;Find more photos like this on &lt;em&gt;My Modern Metropolis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just found these photos amazing and wanted to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compliments of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://www.mymodernmet.com/profile/Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-7785324056410443334?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7785324056410443334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-these-well-most-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7785324056410443334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/7785324056410443334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-these-well-most-of-them.html' title='Love these.... well most of them!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2294191117040687275</id><published>2009-01-20T19:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:46:00.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><title type='text'>Banana Split Done Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXZvWb_wd7I/AAAAAAAAABE/fHIt1QwGPk8/s1600-h/banana-split-har-dee-har.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXZvWb_wd7I/AAAAAAAAABE/fHIt1QwGPk8/s320/banana-split-har-dee-har.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293540843283576754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things like this just make me all warm and giggly inside... taking a simple idea... a couple of very simple words... ie Banana Split... and then finding something like this.  My mind truly is a very silly little place.  I wouldn't change it for a second - none of my silliness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2294191117040687275?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2294191117040687275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/banana-split-done-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2294191117040687275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2294191117040687275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/banana-split-done-right.html' title='Banana Split Done Right!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXZvWb_wd7I/AAAAAAAAABE/fHIt1QwGPk8/s72-c/banana-split-har-dee-har.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-8108504498283188066</id><published>2009-01-19T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:05:45.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;I needed something to make me smile - and this silly little acorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;loving chipmunk just did the trick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXL0nu18PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EV1iFKf9I2o/s1600-h/9kGnRJTiMixj04nfJeYD4X5Fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXL0nu18PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EV1iFKf9I2o/s320/9kGnRJTiMixj04nfJeYD4X5Fo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293361041922978034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px;font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-8108504498283188066?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8108504498283188066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-needed-something-to-make-me-smile-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8108504498283188066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/8108504498283188066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-needed-something-to-make-me-smile-and.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXL0nu18PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EV1iFKf9I2o/s72-c/9kGnRJTiMixj04nfJeYD4X5Fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-6098830636128835786</id><published>2009-01-19T22:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:56:31.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Moms Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="outline- outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;When my life has reached it’s very end&lt;br /&gt;And I take that final breath&lt;br /&gt;I want to know I’ve left behind&lt;br /&gt;Some good before my death&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in my final hour&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty I can say&lt;br /&gt;That somewhere in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I have brightened someone’s day&lt;br /&gt;That maybe I have brought a smile&lt;br /&gt;To someone else’s face&lt;br /&gt;And made one moment a little sweeter&lt;br /&gt;While they dwelled here in this place&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please be my reminder&lt;br /&gt;And whisper softly in my ear&lt;br /&gt;To be a giver not a taker&lt;br /&gt;In the years I have left here&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength I need&lt;br /&gt;Open up my mind and my soul&lt;br /&gt;That I might show sincere compassion&lt;br /&gt;And love to others before I go&lt;br /&gt;For if not a heart be touched by me&lt;br /&gt;And not a smile was left behind&lt;br /&gt;Then the life that I am blessed with&lt;br /&gt;Will have been a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, I truly hope&lt;br /&gt;To leave something here on earth&lt;br /&gt;That touched another, made them smile&lt;br /&gt;And gave to my life - worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I found this poem at my mother’s computer desk only a couple days after she died. I do not know the author - just that my mother lived by these words, as I do now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-6098830636128835786?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6098830636128835786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/moms-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6098830636128835786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/6098830636128835786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/moms-poem.html' title='Moms Poem'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-701193042194662709</id><published>2009-01-19T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:43:32.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo Boo'/><title type='text'>Boo Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXKZY_EGaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jlSApaaqL_w/s1600-h/9kGnRJTiMixhegybbQSxVwTSo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXKZY_EGaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jlSApaaqL_w/s320/9kGnRJTiMixhegybbQSxVwTSo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293359474596387234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Boo Boo passed away today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This was a very special dog in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He was a little over 6 years old when he died of renal failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bye bye Boo Boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px;font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-701193042194662709?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/701193042194662709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-boo-passed-away-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/701193042194662709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/701193042194662709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-boo-passed-away-today.html' title='Boo Boo'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXKZY_EGaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jlSApaaqL_w/s72-c/9kGnRJTiMixhegybbQSxVwTSo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-1835722973225684131</id><published>2009-01-19T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:55:53.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo Boo'/><title type='text'>Boo Boo is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Well, my father called me tonight around 8pm and told me the news. Boo Boo the dog is gone, he passed away due to renal failure. For those of you who don’t know, renal failure is basically the kidneys not functioning properly. My brother Eric (who passed away at age 26 - I will write about him later) and I bought that dog for my mom while she was terminally ill in her last stages of the disease Lupus. Mom had a dog named Max, and she had him for years. She treated that dog like a king until he passed away. She said she didn’t want another dog after Max died. Well, my brother and I thought differently. A few months after Max’s death, mom was admitted to the hospital once again to have gall bladder surgery. While she was in recovery my brother and I found Boo Boo for her. I remember driving there with my brother that day, it was a wonderful day for us both. My brother and I did not do many things together, and in a way mom being sick brought us closer together in a lot of ways. Anyway, we picked up little Boo Boo, he was a Shit-Tzu/black and white in color. One of the cutest little puppies I had ever seen. After we bought him, Eric and I drove right to the hospital. Being so little it was easy to sneak the puppy in the hospital. I will never forget Mom’s face - she was so happy. Seeing a smile on her face was a precious thing while she was going through her surgeries. That little puppy brought her a lot of joy in her last year. The day we brought him there she named him Boo Boo - it was quite fitting… he was named after all the bruises she had on her, all the pain she was in. My father grew to love that dog as much as mom, and after mom passed, Boo Boo was his company. Tonight, my father will spend his night truly alone in the home I grew up in. No mom, no Eric, no Boo Boo… I am thinking of him tonight. Even these words bring tears to my eyes… He has lost so much, a man who has done nothing but give his entire life, and still, he just continues to lose so much. Boo Boo was a little over 6 years old… RIP Boo Boo - you will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-1835722973225684131?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1835722973225684131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-boo-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1835722973225684131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/1835722973225684131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-boo-is-gone.html' title='Boo Boo is gone'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5987766090593195969</id><published>2009-01-19T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:44:59.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Rocks.... my socks off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;A few months ago I was welcomed to the wonderful world of Twitter.com. At the beginning I wasn’t quite sure what its purpose was, or if I would enjoy it. Well, not only do I enjoy it, I am downright addicted. The information you find there is sometimes so useless, in fact I post a lot of the useless information myself. The site lets you post in 140 characters or less… like a super mini blog - it’s great. You hear about people from all over the world - literally, and in some way become long distance friends with many of them. These are the kind of friends I like to have… keeping it short and sweet - it makes for the type of long distance relationship that is easy to maintain and fun to have! If you have a chance some day - check out this cool site - you will soon be addicted and loving every minute of it. If you want to find my silly little corner of the Twitterverse there… my username is sueissilly :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5987766090593195969?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5987766090593195969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/twitter-rocks-my-socks-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5987766090593195969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5987766090593195969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/twitter-rocks-my-socks-off.html' title='Twitter Rocks.... my socks off!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-683293975085409567</id><published>2009-01-19T07:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:44:11.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="outline- outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unconditional love is a term that means to love someone regardless of his actions or beliefs. It is a concept comparable to true love, a term which is more frequently used to describe love between lovers. By contrast, unconditional love is frequently used to describe love between family members, comrades in arms and between others in highly committed relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-683293975085409567?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/683293975085409567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/unconditional-love-is-term-that-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/683293975085409567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/683293975085409567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/unconditional-love-is-term-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-2642466972043572891</id><published>2009-01-19T07:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:54:45.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXDr16rofI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taRqXEXzG4/s1600-h/herman-giant-rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXDr16rofI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taRqXEXzG4/s320/herman-giant-rabbit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293352095018885618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;While searching for bunnies I came across this guy - his feet are just HUGE! I’m a little curious what his shoe size is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-2642466972043572891?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2642466972043572891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-this-is-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2642466972043572891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/2642466972043572891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-this-is-bunny.html' title=''/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SXXDr16rofI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taRqXEXzG4/s72-c/herman-giant-rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-5532256344102820320</id><published>2009-01-19T07:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:16:20.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddo'/><title type='text'>The Sunshine of My Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was the person who always said I would never have children - never. People would doubt me and I would say over and over that it just wouldn’t happen to me. Well… destiny or fate, whatever you want to call it, decided that I was going to be a mommy. I had always said that ‘if’ I did get pregnant, that I would accept the responsibility for that, and I did. My daughter came in to my life a little over 5 years ago… and what a blessing she has been. Literally my little angel. The full explanation of her being my angel will come later… but in quick summation my mother passed 25 days after her birth. The loss of my mother has been the greatest tragedy I have ever known. Unknowingly my little girl saved my life, gave me something to live for. For that, for her, I will be forever grateful. Watching her learn and grow in to the girl she is today - I am just so tremendously proud, every single day. Even those days when she is cranky, and I feel as though I might pull my hair out until I am bald… so that’s it for post/update/whatever this is number 2 - I’m a noob, I’m learning, and learning is a very good thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-5532256344102820320?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5532256344102820320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-of-my-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5532256344102820320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/5532256344102820320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-of-my-days.html' title='The Sunshine of My Days...'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909873712467293029.post-4639689929520722842</id><published>2009-01-19T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:31:55.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then... she blogged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well… for some time now, actually years… I have been trying to get over what I shall call an extreme case of writers block… possibly I will explain the reason for that later on. I need an outlet to start writing again and figured this was as good as any. Maybe this will work… maybe it won’t… maybe I’ll write a little or stop blogging all together - who knows, I at the very least figured this was worth a shot. Recent events in my life have given me the inspiration to write again and I want to go with it before I lose it. We’ll see how this goes… only time will tell :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4909873712467293029-4639689929520722842?l=sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4639689929520722842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-then-she-blogged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4639689929520722842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4909873712467293029/posts/default/4639689929520722842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillymysterygirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-then-she-blogged.html' title='and then... she blogged!'/><author><name>themysterygirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BeoE_DOOvm8/SjO_0yUDgpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VtTWh3JsdY/S220/11827847.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
