<?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-12827024</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:07.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-113457507648059040</id><published>2005-12-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T07:44:36.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All righty then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Prancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/prancer.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect reindeer, with perfect hooves and perfect flying form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: Because you're Santa's pet, and you won't let anyone show you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You have the softest fur and the sweetest carrot breath.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-113457507648059040?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/113457507648059040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=113457507648059040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113457507648059040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113457507648059040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-righty-then.html' title='All righty then.'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-113364034040212738</id><published>2005-12-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:05:57.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from a friggin' pig   ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;TABLE&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top width=255 height=600&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGLDf.gif" name=thebigpicture12&gt;           &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The Sonnet&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;D&lt;/B&gt;eliberate&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;G&lt;/B&gt;entle&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;L&lt;/B&gt;ove&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;D&lt;/B&gt;reamer (&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;DGLDf&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;    Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the &lt;B&gt;Sonnet&lt;/B&gt;. Get it? Composed? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring &amp; careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;  &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=5 align=right bgshmolor=#bbbbbb border=0&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=20&gt;  &lt;TD align=middle bgshmolor=#eeeeee&gt;&lt;SPAN class=tiny&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Genghis Khunt&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 hspace=3 src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBSMf_thumb.gif" vspace=7&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Random&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Brutal&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Sex&lt;FONT shmolor=white&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;Master&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;    Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;    You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;img border=1 src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=red&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The 5-Night Stand&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The False Messiah&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Hornivore&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;B&gt;The Last Man on Earth&lt;/B&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=blue&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/FONT&gt;: &lt;B&gt;The Loverboy&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1710837019828424512'&gt;&lt;b&gt;SaintCynic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-113364034040212738?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/113364034040212738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=113364034040212738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113364034040212738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113364034040212738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/12/stolen-from-friggin-pig.html' title='Stolen from a friggin&apos; pig   ;)'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-113140335088364892</id><published>2005-11-07T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:42:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored, therefore I blog</title><content type='html'>Tis my day off.  :)  Once again using my first day off to clean.  Seems to always work out that way........should train the cat to do the dishes, would help out a lot.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB is on her way up to visit, hooray!  Haven't seen her in too long....hope she doesn't get lost.  hehehe...or if she does get lost, that she gets lost in an area where Sparky or D can pull her over, 'cause that would just be funny.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed my 90 day review at work with flying colors, they claim to like me... hehehe  Decided to stay on the evening shift because I discovered that I'm old and I like sleeping at night.  hehehe  Plus the children who like to play tag or chase or "let's scream bloody murder for hours on end" outside my window on Saturday and Sunday mornings helped me make that decision.  I would have had to have pulled a Sparky and yelled at the children that woke me up, standing in my pajamas with my hair going everywhere.  Would have loved to have seen that....  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea...that's about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-113140335088364892?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/113140335088364892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=113140335088364892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113140335088364892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113140335088364892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-bored-therefore-i-blog.html' title='I&apos;m bored, therefore I blog'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-113029786621685983</id><published>2005-10-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:38:32.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style='border:1px solid black'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;You are a&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Social Liberal&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=#a8a8a8 size=3&gt;(63% permissive)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and an...   &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;B&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT shmolor=#a8a8a8 size=3&gt;(30% permissive)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are best described as a:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=+2&gt;&lt;U&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;Democrat&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;TABLE id=thetable height=375 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=375 background=http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif border=0 name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=243&gt;  &lt;TD width=218&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD width=156&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;  &lt;TR height=131&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;  &lt;TD width=218&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=left width=156&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;TABLE id=thetable height=375 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=375 background=http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg border=0 name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR height=243&gt;  &lt;TD width=218&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD width=156&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;  &lt;TR height=131&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;  &lt;TD width=218&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;  &lt;TD vAlign=top align=left width=156&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/politics'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-113029786621685983?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/113029786621685983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=113029786621685983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113029786621685983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/113029786621685983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112818777712078404</id><published>2005-10-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T10:29:37.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>Got an IM from Sparky that I need to update my blog (why, since I talk to her several times a week, I don't know).  Work's still boring, and my apartment is still a mess.  that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112818777712078404?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112818777712078404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112818777712078404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112818777712078404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112818777712078404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/10/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112646387816925768</id><published>2005-09-11T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T11:37:58.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No need to send search parties</title><content type='html'>hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should update my blog before I get "angry" emails, IMs, or threats of search parties.  :)  I'm still alive, but nothing has been happening.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally cleaned up a portion of my apartment today.  There is no longer just a pathway from the door to my bed, my bed to my dresser, and my dresser to my closet.  Whee!  No more stepping over things to get out of my bedroom.  Now if only I could say the same of the living room....meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still typing away at the PD, the calls go up and down in interest and some of the officers make me want to enroll them in English 101, but otherwise it's all good.  :)  Especially since today is my Friday, that ALWAYS helps.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to get back to cleaning, and, as always, you all are more than welcome to come by and lend a hand.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112646387816925768?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112646387816925768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112646387816925768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112646387816925768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112646387816925768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-need-to-send-search-parties.html' title='No need to send search parties'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112529998606190910</id><published>2005-08-29T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:19:46.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doobie doobie doo</title><content type='html'>So...nothing's happening.  I tried to convince myself to clean up the apartment last night...I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher and bagged the garbage.  Then I got bored and got on the computer.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it.  Trying to appease the Jens by updating my blog.  hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112529998606190910?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112529998606190910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112529998606190910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112529998606190910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112529998606190910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/08/doobie-doobie-doo.html' title='Doobie doobie doo'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112512864095247602</id><published>2005-08-27T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:44:00.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!  Did the google thing....had to edit it a bit.</title><content type='html'>1. -S is also well known as a teacher of accordion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. -S is a 1999 Appaloosa mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. -S is a familiar figure on the London jazz scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. -S is pretty darn cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. -S is carved from a single piece of stone and depicts a male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. -S is under pressure to become a solo artist and stardom seems within her&lt;br /&gt;grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. -S is one of our HOT Blonde Pornstars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. -S is an adjunct professor in the Jazz Studies Department &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. -S currently lives with two other dogs and is crated about 10 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. -S IS A SICK F***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112512864095247602?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112512864095247602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112512864095247602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112512864095247602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112512864095247602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/08/lol-did-google-thinghad-to-edit-it-bit.html' title='LOL!!!  Did the google thing....had to edit it a bit.'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112503519749850942</id><published>2005-08-25T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:48:55.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a near month long hiatus...</title><content type='html'>I have returned!  :)  So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my things are in my apartment and out of storage (yea!!!) but that doesn't necessarily mean that everything is out of their boxes.  Meh.  I will eventually put everything away...like right before I move again, whenever that is.  :D  Or whenever Mom and Dad come to visit.  hehe  Shadow is quite comfortable in the new apartment, so that's good.  Just need to travel to Sparky's apartment and steal my TV out under the cover of night.  Mwhahahahahahahahahaha....see you on Monday, Sparky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm personally loving the new apartment, it's nice and quiet (except those few times that the kids upstairs seem to play wrestling in the living room) and it's in a nice section of town.  Just need a few pieces of furniture, but for me, it's just great.  Sparky was quite impressed that I had a light in the living room.  I hadn't really thought about it until she was gazing at it like it was manna from heaven.  hehehe (Love ya Sparks, and I understand completely!!!   Damn ghettofabulous apartments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, bored out of my mind but at least I'm being paid.  I have not typed one of D's reports yet and I am personally making it my mission to not type one of his just 'cause I find that thought amusing.  Plus I have absolutely no control over it so I'm just hoping I don't get him.  lol  I've gotten many of his classmates, but not him.  Keeping my fingers crossed.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....other than all that, I've been bored out of my mind with no internet for the last month...though I did read a hell of a lot of books and played a LOT of card games on the computer.  And I bugged K and D whenever I was about to go out of my mind with boredom.  hehehe....knew they were good for something.  Missed OB, FFTVS, Jens, and Morrigan, missed the blogs and the IMs and just having something to DO.  lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back!  And wild horses couldn't tear me away from the internet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112503519749850942?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112503519749850942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112503519749850942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112503519749850942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112503519749850942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-near-month-long-hiatus.html' title='After a near month long hiatus...'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112498714316792660</id><published>2005-08-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:25:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rumors of my death have been greatly exagerrated</title><content type='html'>I am alive, and I now officially adore a technician in SBC Yahoo tech support.  lol  Will update more later, I have emails to check!  One month of no internet means full mailbox.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112498714316792660?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112498714316792660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112498714316792660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112498714316792660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112498714316792660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/08/rumors-of-my-death-have-been-greatly.html' title='The rumors of my death have been greatly exagerrated'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112296093585392482</id><published>2005-08-01T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:46:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz type thing</title><content type='html'>WRATH&lt;br /&gt;1. Who did you last get angry with?: uh...amazingly I haven't been angry at another person in a while.  Guess I'm overdue.  Unless you count the countless FRIGGIN MORONS that I had to drive with today.  :D  Road rage anyone?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your weapon of choice?: whatever inflicts the most pain&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?: in a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;4. How about of the same sex?: if they deserve to be hit, who cares what their gender is?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?: uh....I dunno.  You guys tell me.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your pet peeve?: people who feel the need to talk incessently while really having nothing to say....silence is golden you yappy idiot&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?:  for the most part, I don't see any reason to waste my time hating someone...but some people are just so damn hateable.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?:  made my bed.  Oh wait...it's in storage.  :D&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?:  I'm just glad I wake up.  :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't:  uh...only person I care to talk to that I haven't heard from lately is my brother...so let's go with him.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the last lame excuse you made?: I've slept since then.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?:  Infomercials make me twitch&lt;br /&gt;7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?:  that's the nice thing about having a job that starts at 4 in the afternoon...I'm pretty much guaranteed to be up WELL before I have to get ready for work.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?:  Starbucks...damn you Sparky, for starting the habit, and Morrigan, for enabling.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat?: White&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?: that would be the infamous night of Jack (damn you Bitch Monkey for never letting that night die) and the night of the card game with K and J...Sparky might remember bits and pieces.  hehehe  &lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?: Weight Watchers once until I decided that I liked my money in my wallet and my Saturdays spent sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have an issue with your weight?: we have arguments from time to time&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?: yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?  hmm...child, no.  Dog...I do threaten the ones at M&amp;D's when they won't shut up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?: and lived to tell about it?  None.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?  I'm sorry, all I can think about is OB and Mr. Whiney now.  hehehehehehehehehehehe  Love ya OB&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you "done it"?: again, meh&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?:  eyes, gotta have pretty eyes with a smile to match.  :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?: Not so much&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?: Noppers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;1. How many credit cards do you own?: Too damn many.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your guilty pleasure in a store?:  soon, decorating my apartment.  Whee!&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?: pay off school, probably pay off P's school, get a newer car, give M&amp;D money to pay off mortgage, give loads to charity, invest and save&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?: rich&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?: erm.....I might take the job, bring in the bucks for a few years, and then run like hell with a nice bank account&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever stolen anything?:  nope.  Damn morals&lt;br /&gt;7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?: hehehe....if I put anything else on my hard drive, it'd probably just up and die on me.  Damn computer needs a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1. What one thing have you done that you're most proud of?:  nothing really, I'm just me.  :D&lt;br /&gt;2. What's one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?:  probably that I'm a fine upstanding citizen and all that jazz&lt;br /&gt;3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life?: personal happiness&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?:  depends.  If I did my best and I know that the person who beat me did their best, than damn skippy I'm happy.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?: Not to my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?: nah&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you do today that you're proud of?: um....I spent six hours in my car and didn't kill another driver.  That and I managed to navigate the International Airport in Houston well enough to get my aunt to her flight with a whopping five minutes to spare.  Go me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own: wouldn't you like to know.  :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?:  um....with Morrigan I think I'd come back to purple walls and dragons...and with Jens I think I'd come back to  orange walls with a fully stocked bar (not that I'd object to that second part)....decisions decisions.  Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?: I kinda like being me&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been cheated on?: nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?:  I would like hair that actually obeys orders as simple as "lay flat"&lt;br /&gt;6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?: the ability to talk in a group without feeling like a jackass&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?: Not really, what kind of stupid question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?: Monkeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112296093585392482?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112296093585392482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112296093585392482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112296093585392482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112296093585392482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-quiz-type-thing.html' title='Another quiz type thing'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112294473416774164</id><published>2005-08-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:06:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, internet.</title><content type='html'>*sniff*  Love that fresh internet smell.  hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....today was interesting.  Woke up at the buttcrack of dawn on D's couch and realized that it was the last day I had to do that.  Yea!!!  Drove to my new apartment complex, realized they were still closed, swore, found some breakfast, went back, signed a bunch of papers and gave them the last of my money, but FINALLY, I got my new shiny keys to my new shiny apartment.  Or so I thought.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my new shiny keys to my apartment and parked, then walked up to my door to find a child's tricycle in the "yard" outside.  Ok....and next to the door was a planter's box full of trash.  Lovely.  Open the door and see that the floor hasn't been vacuumed, the mirrors covering the laundry room have smudges, a child's handprint is on the mirror in the study, something blew up in the microwave, the stovetop isn't all put together, and, oh yea, the electricity isn't on.  Wonderful.  Knock at the door, open it up to find a maintenance man...he walked in to tell me that he was going to fix the tract for the sliding mirrors over the laundry room...but then he kinda stopped and turned around in a circle looking at the place with a horrified look on his face.  lol  He just looked around and asked, "They didn't clean???"  Nope.  He said that the workers were supposed to come in over the weekend and paint and clean.  Well, they painted.  Cleaning, not so much.  He ran off to the management team and said he'd be back.  (I love this maintenance man, he's the bomb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back later and said that he was sorry, they were talking to the cleaning people, blah blah blah.  I really didn't care.  lol  I'd already been told that the moving people hadn't bothered to call them back (Monday was just starting out bad) so I'd already decided that I'd go to Katy and get Shadow and everything else on my days off, deal with the moving company when I returned.  I went to the management office where the manager couldn't stop apologizing for the mix-up.  She said that the people who painted had checked off that they had cleaned as well.  Bastards.  Either way, the apartment is being cleaned today (or it damn well better be) and I set up the movers (again, they damn well better be) for Wednesday before work.  Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, the apartment will suit me nicely, it's nice and big and fluff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112294473416774164?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112294473416774164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112294473416774164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112294473416774164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112294473416774164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-internet.html' title='Ah, internet.'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112204238401699208</id><published>2005-07-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:26:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a computer!</title><content type='html'>Howdy howdy everyone, I found a computer...yay!  Thank goodness for public libraries and free internet access.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up here in Arlington finishing up my first week of training.  It's been fun, kinda boring, but when has training been mentally stimulating?  :)  Monday was orientation, the "Welcome to Arlington, let's go over your benefits and learn the computer system" day.  Tuesday was going over the computer systems that I'll be using from time to time at the PD, Wednesday was a fun day of observation...got to sit in the Records department (WAY too many papers and things to file, meh!) the jail (that was fun) and got to sit in with the 911 operators and listen to what they listen to.  Thankfully there were no true emergencies that my operators got...did hear some of the others trying to calm people down, was pretty happy I wasn't listening to what they were listening to.  Was a reason I didn't want to go into 911.  :)  Yesterday was more learning computer systems, and today we're going to attempt to put together all we've learned and do scenario training.  Tried it last night and I pretty much bombed it.  hehehe  Try again today.  Everyone at my new job is really nice and I look forward to working with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on around here, I'm staying with D and see him from time to time, our schedules are rather different so I talk to him before he leaves for work and I might talk to him a little after I get home from work.  Kinda like living with Sparky when she was on nights and I was on days, we'd communicate via dry-erase board.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final stages of getting a new apartment set up, real excited about that, I miss Shadow!  hehe  Should be moving in on the 1st and should be able to make the trek back to pick him up from M&amp;D's the following week.  He might still be willing to talk to me, I'm not sure....also wondering if M&amp;D would be willing to give him up, they love him.  May have to sneak him out under the cover of night.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd best be off to answer emails...not sure when I'll next have internet access, but I'll find a way.  hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112204238401699208?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112204238401699208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112204238401699208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112204238401699208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112204238401699208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-found-computer.html' title='I found a computer!'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112146935639708159</id><published>2005-07-15T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:15:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness</title><content type='html'>I am officially employed starting Monday!  I have been hired by APD, I managed to bribe enough people to get myself hired.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently enjoying a weekend with Morrigan, we ran rampant in the Deerbrook Mall today, tomorrow going to visit with M&amp;D and pick up last minute things, then will drive back to Dallas and start work on Monday.  Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112146935639708159?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112146935639708159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112146935639708159' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112146935639708159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112146935639708159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/07/yayness.html' title='Yayness'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112101864789233265</id><published>2005-07-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:04:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from a future food TV star</title><content type='html'>A is for Age - 25&lt;br /&gt;B is for Booze - Ameretto Sour, and keep 'em coming&lt;br /&gt;C is for Career - one day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dad's name - Terry&lt;br /&gt;E is for Essential Item to bring to a Party - alcohol...and me, of course&lt;br /&gt;F is for Favorite Songs at the Moment -- I'm a Little Teapot&lt;br /&gt;G is for Goof off thing to do - PS2, neopets&lt;br /&gt;H is for Hometown - technically, Castro Valley, but in reality, Katy&lt;br /&gt;I is for Instrument you play - I can bang pots and pans together&lt;br /&gt;J is for Jam or Jelly you like - strawberry.  mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kids - ack!&lt;br /&gt;L is for Living arrangement - Mom and Dad, and then friend hopping until I get a place&lt;br /&gt;M is for Mom's name - Linda&lt;br /&gt;N is for Names of best friends - Morrigan, Sparky, OB, Jens&lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays - 1999, four nights.  meh&lt;br /&gt;P is for Phobias - open water that you can't see through...no thanks&lt;br /&gt;Q is for Quote you like - Aim for the moon, so that if you miss, you still land among the stars (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;R is for Relationship that lasted longest - relationship?  What're you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;S is for Siblings - 1, who's age apparently is either 19 or 34, depending on the day&lt;br /&gt;T is for Texas , Ever been?  for the last thirteen years I've called it home&lt;br /&gt;U is for Unique trait - I am unique just by being me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;V if for Vegetable you love - green beans.  mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;W is for Worst traits - procrastination&lt;br /&gt;X - is for XRays you've had - wrist, teeth, probably my abdomen and noggin at some point&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Yummy food you make - tuna helper&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zodiac sign - Libra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112101864789233265?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112101864789233265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112101864789233265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112101864789233265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112101864789233265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/07/stolen-from-future-food-tv-star.html' title='Stolen from a future food TV star'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112092905988350401</id><published>2005-07-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:10:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so it looks like I'm still alive....</title><content type='html'>I'm here at M&amp;D's house taking care of the zoo.  :)  Shadow has completely taken over my room and refuses to come out even when the lab is in her kennel, but that's ok.  I am once again learning the "hazards" of living with Mom and Dad...was being the nice housesitter today and watering the back yard when I discovered that I had disturbed a bed of ants.  *pauses to scratch at multitude of bites on both feet*  Little bastards wait until there's a good number on you, and then they bite in unison.  lol  Did get to see the peacock with his tail up yesterday....that is until he saw me looking at him and promptly showed me his posterior.  Finicky bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new going on around here, tried to take the lab for a walk yesterday but couldn't find her leash so I went by myself.  hehehe  Should try to find her leash again today, she could definitely use some time running around outdoors to get rid of some of that restless energy.  Don't think the blind dauschund is a good enough playmate when she's outside....maybe I can convince Sparky to FedEx Angel down here.  hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe  Two puppies full of energy.  Aaahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112092905988350401?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112092905988350401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112092905988350401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112092905988350401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112092905988350401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-so-it-looks-like-im-still-alive.html' title='Just so it looks like I&apos;m still alive....'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112077791124386508</id><published>2005-07-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:11:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the road trip</title><content type='html'>My little car and I are excited to be back at M&amp;D's house, it's been a week of togetherness, but my car needs a break.  hehehe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB had a BEAUTIFUL wedding, she was a beautiful and happy bride (and M wasn't so bad looking either) and it was fun watching Sparky try (and she succeeded) to go through the wedding with no mess-ups seeing as she'd had no rehearsal time.  Go Sparky!  Hope OB and M have a great time in Huntsvegas (we need a nickname for M....maybe A/C.  hehehehehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APD called me on my way home, fortunately they didn't ask for me to come in tomorrow, I would have cried.  lol  Going back up to the Dallas metroplex on Wednesday, will stay with D and go to my interview on Thursday, if that goes well I should start on Monday.  Keep fingers and toes crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112077791124386508?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112077791124386508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112077791124386508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112077791124386508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112077791124386508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-from-road-trip.html' title='Back from the road trip'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-112002249449086346</id><published>2005-06-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:21:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>Sparky and I finished moving everything out today.  (Thank you Sparky...I honestly don't know how all that crap got into the apartment, I swear it multiplied overnight, it wasn't all there when I went to sleep.)  Shadow and I went on a four hour road trip to get to Mom and Dad's.  Found an interesting way to calm Shadow down, although it probably wasn't a good idea to start out with (though it worked).  Shadow was freaking out for a good hour when I decided to open the door and pet him.  Of course, as I knew he would, he immediately crawled out of his carrier and onto my lap.  Then over my shoulder and on top of the stuff that was packed in my car.  I'm sure any passing motorists did a double take seeing a cat standing on top of a vacuum cleaner on my back seat.  :)  Either way, he explored the car at his leisure, crawled back over my shoulder, sat in my lap, and then voluntarily climbed back in his carrier.  I left the door unlatched for him, but he quietly sat in his carrier for the rest of the trip.  :)  He's currently in my room...he's fully explored that room but he's not so sure about the rest of the house yet.  He has met Eggnog and has decided he doesn't like her.  She, of course, couldn't care less, she wants to play with the cat.  This should be interesting...the other two cats here don't play with her, they attempt to remove her face.  Stupid dog doesn't learn to leave cats alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called APD today...my application has been sent to the background investigators...so let the waiting game begin!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-112002249449086346?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/112002249449086346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=112002249449086346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112002249449086346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/112002249449086346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111983351800099048</id><published>2005-06-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:51:58.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>Moved a bunch of stuff today, with many, many thanks to D.  Still have a lot to move (no matter how much crap I stuff into that storage compartment, my apartment continues to laugh at me).  Only two more big things to move, one big thing to take to the dumpster, and then a lot of cleaning and throwing together the random items that haven't found their way into a box yet.  Fun fun fun.  So far I have managed not to pack the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally sent off P's birthday card.  Only had the damn thing for a week....maybe a bit longer.  Lost it for a while, bought a new one, had that one lying around for a few days, then found the one I had originally bought in plain sight.  Well...if you count on Shadow's big cat scratcher, in a bag, under some unopened mail as plain sight.  Either way, I found the damn thing and finally mailed it off.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find the graduation tassels I'd been missing since Sparky and I moved in the other day.  Wanted to smack myself when I found them in "plain sight" in the closet.  Threw them in a bag I'm going to be keeping with me, if I lose them again, I deserve to.  And this time (OB might remember this, I know Sparky does) I made sure to keep the pegs to the entertainment center where I could find them.  Hard to miss them when they're in a plastic bag securely taped to the glass shelves.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all I'm ready to get out of the ghettofabulous apartments I am in.  Hope Shadow doesn't go bald with all the changes.  If he does, I'll post pictures.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111983351800099048?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111983351800099048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111983351800099048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111983351800099048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111983351800099048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111975584692658640</id><published>2005-06-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:17:26.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all this crap come from?</title><content type='html'>Moving!  Spent a few hours packing things today, don't see that any real progress has been made.  Keep reminding myself that all the things I packed came from inside somewhere..inside the closet, inside my dresser, inside a cabinet...so while it doesn't look like I've done much, I have.  Sure!  lol  Tomorrow D is coming over to help me move furniture...that will help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Sparky to vist friends in Huntsvegas.  That was fun!  Enjoyed staying with OB and her baby.  They're so cute.  :)  Seeing all our friends was great, and Sparky and I went horseback riding...haven't done that in years.  Fun times.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from packing and cleaning.  Shadow is taking a break from "helping".  He climbed into a suitcase, sniffs all the boxes, and then usually proceeds to spaz out, usually ending up in Sparky's room, staring at me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe the break is over.  Will have to restart my CD and start in on my room again.  Let the packing commence!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111975584692658640?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111975584692658640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111975584692658640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111975584692658640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111975584692658640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-did-all-this-crap-come-from.html' title='Where did all this crap come from?'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111972812075949581</id><published>2005-06-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:35:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>Before I get several questions, the link is on Morrigan's blog.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 42% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant.  &lt;br /&gt;You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being. Your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited. &lt;br /&gt;I probably made you cry, didn't I? Fucking Emo Kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it less negatively: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. &lt;br /&gt;2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. &lt;br /&gt;3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. &lt;br /&gt;4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111972812075949581?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111972812075949581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111972812075949581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111972812075949581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111972812075949581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/lol.html' title='LOL!!!'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111950929292436418</id><published>2005-06-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:48:12.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview!</title><content type='html'>I got a call today from APD...I have an interview at 3:30...uh, well, technically today. :)  Very happy about this one, been waiting for a call from either PD for a while.  Happy happy joy joy...will post how it goes.  Already got tips for interviewing from D.  Haven't heard from K's PD yet.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at work officially starts in eight hours.  Whee!  Let's see how it goes...today seemed to be a bit stressful for the managers.  Could be due to the fact that the store didn't open until 10:45...though we're supposed to be open at 10.  Can't open without a manager!  Got to sit in my car and watch people run into the door.  That was fun.  I learned not to get out of the car 'cause then you get all the questions.  Why aren't you open?  Why can't you open?  When will you be open?  What's going on?  Haven't you called anyone?  Why haven't you called anyone?  And my personal favorite....are you a manager?  Yes moron, I'm the opening manager, and I just don't feel like opening the door for your dumb ass.  I feel like standing out here in the blazing sun instead of going in to the A/C just 'cause I don't feel like dealing with movies and stupid customers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even MORE fun when our new district leader showed up at 10:15 and he tried to open the door.  I got out of my car then.  And the questions began.  Meh.  Then the DL came over with questions.  Oh well.  Made my last few days interesting.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111950929292436418?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111950929292436418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111950929292436418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111950929292436418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111950929292436418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/interview.html' title='Interview!'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111938530204918353</id><published>2005-06-21T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:21:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Productiveness</title><content type='html'>Been productive on my day off.  I packed some more things (though I still have a ways to go) and rented a storage space from a very nice couple.  Nice clean storage facility, just built, and the owners are a nice couple, very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow keeps wandering around the apartment...at night he goes into Sparky's room and spazzes out.  Think he misses her.  He's not too thrilled with all the boxes, he knows something up.  He follows me around mewing at me, as if to say "don't forget the cat".  No worries, I have a special box for you....he hates the carrier, but better that than a freaked out cat tearing up my car on a four hour trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY settled the accident from the beginning of the year.  That only took till the third of forever.  Just need to sign one last paper and we're done.  Then I get to call them and tell them I'm leaving them...I've already set up with another insurance company.  :)  And, amazingly, I got a 10% discount for being a former Bearkat.  Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to be productive some more...time to move things into that nice neat storage compartment.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111938530204918353?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111938530204918353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111938530204918353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111938530204918353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111938530204918353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/productiveness.html' title='Productiveness'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111924268973078160</id><published>2005-06-19T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:06:12.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from a former pig</title><content type='html'>Have I ever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snuck out of the house&lt;/em&gt;........nope, never had a reason to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotten lost in your city&lt;/em&gt;.........never been lost, but I have been mighty confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seen a shooting star&lt;/em&gt;.......... probably, but I've slept since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to any other countries besides Canada&lt;/em&gt;....Never even been to Canada....England and Mexico though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a serious surgery&lt;/em&gt;........yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;/em&gt;.......oh probably...damn dogs need to pee early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissed a stranger&lt;/em&gt;...........no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugged a stranger&lt;/em&gt;......... I have friendly customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been in a fist fight&lt;/em&gt;........ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been arrested&lt;/em&gt;.......... no, but I'm not about to tempt my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose&lt;/em&gt;...... no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;/em&gt;........most likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swore at your parents&lt;/em&gt;.........only in jest and only my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to a casino&lt;/em&gt;......... Lake Tahoe with Dad.  Won twenty bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been skydiving&lt;/em&gt;.......... No, but I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skinny dipped&lt;/em&gt;...........nah, not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a great feeling Skipped school...........sure&lt;/em&gt;    ok?  not sure where the question ends and K's answer begins...so....monkeys.  Yeah, that's it, monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seen a therapist&lt;/em&gt;........ does having one as a professor count?  I saw him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done the splits&lt;/em&gt;...........I'm allergic to pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;/em&gt;.......... no...learned from P that it's physically impossible to keep it down.  Interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitten someone&lt;/em&gt;............ possibly...I do know that I have BEEN bitten....damn you Morrigan, I can hear you giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to Niagara Falls&lt;/em&gt;....No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotten the chicken pox&lt;/em&gt;....... Yes, with three friends who were siblings.  Our poor babysitter...and their poor parents.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissed a member of the same sex&lt;/em&gt;.......no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashed into a friend's car&lt;/em&gt;........ Not yet....I do seem to be accident prone though.  Maybe they'll crash into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to Japan&lt;/em&gt;......... No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ridden in a taxi&lt;/em&gt;............yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been dumped&lt;/em&gt;........... nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoplifted&lt;/em&gt;............ No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been fired&lt;/em&gt;............. from my first job...and almost my second.  :)  And almost my third....good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;/em&gt;..........high school crush...he was nice about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone on a blind date&lt;/em&gt;.............No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lied to a friend&lt;/em&gt;............yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a crush on a teacher&lt;/em&gt;............ not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans&lt;/em&gt;........... nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slept with a co-worker&lt;/em&gt;............ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been married&lt;/em&gt;........... nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had children&lt;/em&gt;............. scary thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seen someone die&lt;/em&gt;............no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a close friend die&lt;/em&gt;....no, and they haven't sumbitted their forms to the committees yet, so they're not allowed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to Africa&lt;/em&gt;............ no&lt;br /&gt;Driven over 400 miles in one day..........meh...too much driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to US&lt;/em&gt;............only been OUT of the the US for fifteen days of my life, so yes, I believe I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to Mexico&lt;/em&gt;.......... spent one whole day there.  Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been to India&lt;/em&gt;............. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been on a plane&lt;/em&gt;............ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/em&gt;..........No...but I've seen the remnants of a costume inspired by it on D's face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thrown up in a bar&lt;/em&gt;..........No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;/em&gt;........no, but I have thought about setting others on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eaten sushi&lt;/em&gt;..........meh...fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been skiing/snowboarding&lt;/em&gt;............. Skiing....that was a fun fall down the mountain.  Get up, get balanced, ski three feet, fall.  Repeat.  Now snowmobiling....THAT is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Met someone in person from the internet&lt;/em&gt;........No, but there is one I wouldn't mind meeting if I'm ever up north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost a child&lt;/em&gt;.............no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone to college/university&lt;/em&gt;.........long enough to be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graduated college/university&lt;/em&gt;..........twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fired a gun&lt;/em&gt;................. hehehe...shot the target in the crotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purposely hurt yourself&lt;/em&gt;...........not purposely...but I have found walls and tables with my knees before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken painkillers&lt;/em&gt;............... hasn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been intimate with someone of the same gender&lt;/em&gt;.............no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111924268973078160?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111924268973078160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111924268973078160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111924268973078160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111924268973078160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/stolen-from-former-pig.html' title='Stolen from a former pig'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111898615440859194</id><published>2005-06-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:29:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really warm in here</title><content type='html'>They cut the power off for two days, and now it feels like the A/C is running but not getting anywhere.  What's worse...not having the power to run the A/C, or having the power and not have the A/C functioning properly?  Stupid qustion....the first one.  At least now my fan works.  Ghettofabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;D are excited about my coming down to visit.  Yay! I'm looking forward to seeing them, I miss them...haven't seen them since March or April.  :(  Get to see OB this weekend too, yea!  Hope Shadow doesn't throw too many wild parties.  Catnip for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to start seriously packing.  Pilfered some boxes from work today, and they're still in the car.  They're doing me a lot of good down there.  :)  But at least I have them.  It's a start.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to mess with the A/C again.  Later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111898615440859194?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111898615440859194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111898615440859194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111898615440859194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111898615440859194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-really-warm-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s really warm in here'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111881143396863293</id><published>2005-06-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:57:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive!</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted anything in a while (not that I have much to post about...hehe).  Spent some time today packing clothes I'm not going to be wearing anytime soon (see ya in the winter long sleeved shirts) and really need to pick up some boxes from work to pack small things in.  Should have done that today.  Meh.  I'll be there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ghettofabulous apartment complex will be shutting off the electricity all day tomorrow.  Wonderful.  (Aren't you glad that you stay up north now, Sparky?  A/C is a wonderful thing).  But that's ok, 'cause I won't be a resident of this place much longer.  Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report.  lol  Just enjoyed my day off.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111881143396863293?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111881143396863293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111881143396863293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111881143396863293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111881143396863293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-alive.html' title='Still alive!'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111853629312415507</id><published>2005-06-11T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T17:31:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduling issues, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Went to eat dinner with OB, OB's cousin, and Sparky.  Good Italian food, and we all had a lot of fun.  Guess there's a reason they put us in the corner.  :D  I knew I was going to be running late for work so I called in and told manager J that I would be a little late...knowing he wouldn't care 'cause all I was going to be doing was walking around helping people find a movie.  Manager J says no problem, he'll tell manager M since he's about to get off.  Fine.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to work a half-hour late and manager M stops me before I can clock in, telling me that I'm not on the schedule.  Apparently someone, in their vast intelligence, played with the schedule and didn't bother to TELL the people who's schedules had been messed with.  Grr.  Also fiound out that I'm working tomorrow, when I was supposed to be off.  Wasn't told about that either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111853629312415507?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111853629312415507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111853629312415507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111853629312415507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111853629312415507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/scheduling-issues-anyone.html' title='Scheduling issues, anyone?'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111846862546924161</id><published>2005-06-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:43:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doobie doobie doo</title><content type='html'>Today....was a day.  :)  Went to work and discovered that something was in the air to make all the children come out from whatever rock they've been under.  Now there are several children that come in on a regular basis with their parents and I adore them 'cause they're well behaved children whose parents keep them in line.  They say hi and bye and carry the bags for their parents 'cause they're big boys and girls...and all that crap like that there.  But today, the other children showed up.  The children that whine for candy and run up and down the aisles screaming...and the children (I love these) who stand on one end of the store and scream for mom or dad to come look at something they found.  Over.  and over.  and over.  I try to check these people out as quickly as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...apparently quitting is in the air at Blockbuster.  One of the game advisors put in a tentative two-week notice (how are you going to put in notice and then not be sure that you're actually going to quit?) and a girl who was going to be a shift leader gave a five-second notice to go to another job.  Suddenly I'm one of the trainers for the new people.  Meh!  Saw "training" in action today....a manager kept a two-way radio on his belt and if the trainee needed help, he'd talk into the radio.  They were maybe thirty feet apart.  Raise your voice.  They looked like idiots talking into radios.  Or, here's a thought...why not have the trainee actually TRAIN before putting him on a register?  Logic!  It boggles the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111846862546924161?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111846862546924161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111846862546924161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111846862546924161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111846862546924161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/doobie-doobie-doo.html' title='Doobie doobie doo'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111835956559415119</id><published>2005-06-09T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:26:05.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage, Blockbuster</title><content type='html'>I turned in my two week notice today.  Or, rather, my....16 day notice.  lol  Am no longer an employee of Blockbuster video on June 25th.  Can't wait.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis weird thinking that I'm going to be unemployed (though I'm not terribly torn up about that! lol) and living back at home with the zoo (think Shadow's going to be bald....the house is bigger than all my apartments combined, plus there's two dogs, two cats, a bird, fish, and more people...poor kitty)  But he's a a trooper, he'll survive....he'll train Eggnog within a week.  Maybe.  Plus within a few days of getting back home I'm coming back for OB's wedding. *tear*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is taking bets that as soon as I get home a PD will call and hire me.  I like this bet, I think it's funny.  Bastards would wait until I left the Dallas metro.  :)  But this way I get to see Mom and Dad for longer than a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since Morrigan is b****ing up a storm about not being entertained, let me publish this so she'll complain about something else.  hehehe  Love ya Morgie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111835956559415119?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111835956559415119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111835956559415119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111835956559415119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111835956559415119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/bon-voyage-blockbuster.html' title='Bon Voyage, Blockbuster'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111818512031289441</id><published>2005-06-07T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:58:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!!</title><content type='html'>Got my notice in the mail today, I passed my Civil Service Exam for Dallas.  Whee!!!  Now I just have to wait for the interviews....c'mon interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in two applications with Arlington today too.  Let the battle of the PDs begin!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111818512031289441?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111818512031289441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111818512031289441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111818512031289441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111818512031289441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/whee.html' title='Whee!!'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111807447792956842</id><published>2005-06-06T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:14:37.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal shower for OB!</title><content type='html'>:)  Went to OB's bridal shower yesterday with Sparky.  We were a tad bit late...and we had the fun of trying to follow the directions to find the place only to discover that we were about to go straight into oncoming traffic.  Stupid Waco.  Don't turn a two-way four lane road into a one way street like that.  But it was fun.  OB was very pretty and Sparky and I had a good time...even though Sparky was a zombie from working the night before.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my computer is acting up (again) and creating a really annoying lag in the time it takes for me to type and the time it takes for the letters to show up on screen (if they do at all, without a little help and some retyping) I will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111807447792956842?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111807447792956842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111807447792956842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111807447792956842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111807447792956842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/bridal-shower-for-ob.html' title='Bridal shower for OB!'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111783543273971630</id><published>2005-06-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:50:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm 'kay</title><content type='html'>You are a SRDF--Sober Rational Destructive Follower. This makes you a Fountain of Knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cool, analytical, intelligent and completely unfunny. Sometimes you slice through conversation with a cutting observation that causes silence and sidelong glances. You make a strong and lasting impression on everyone you meet, the quality of which depends more on their personality than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel persecuted, as you can become a target for fun. Still, you are focused enough on your work and secure enough in your abilities not to worry overly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are productive and invaluable to those you work for. You are loyal, steadfast, and conscientious. Your grooming is impeccable. You are in good shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind of a tool, but you get things done. You are probably a week away from snapping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum, 2004/07/19: this fits me 99%, there is a slight inaccuracy however. We are not necessarily completely unfunny. If we have a sense of humor (I do) it surfaces on the occasion with well-timed, completely dry, very sarcastic, wit. - Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 127086 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7.5 % are this type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111783543273971630?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111783543273971630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111783543273971630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111783543273971630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111783543273971630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/mmmmm-kay.html' title='mmmmm &apos;kay'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111776988023519342</id><published>2005-06-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:39:01.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's outstanding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Schizotypal ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/disorder/kramer.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit odd and socially isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't care less of what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of your beliefs are a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that time you thought you were Jesus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/personalitydisorderquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111776988023519342?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111776988023519342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111776988023519342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111776988023519342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111776988023519342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-outstanding.html' title='That&apos;s outstanding...'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111760620203051577</id><published>2005-05-31T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:10:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss prevention</title><content type='html'>To OB and Morrigan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you two don't need to beat anyone up.  :)  Though I do appreciate the support.  The interview was horrid (though the interviewer was pleasant), but I did finally realize (and it was drilled through my thick skull, by me :) that loss prevention is not the thing for me.  On to the PDs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111760620203051577?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111760620203051577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111760620203051577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111760620203051577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111760620203051577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/loss-prevention.html' title='Loss prevention'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111752223947242001</id><published>2005-05-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:50:39.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and burn</title><content type='html'>So my interview was today...and the title says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111752223947242001?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111752223947242001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111752223947242001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111752223947242001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111752223947242001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and burn'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111733699369102480</id><published>2005-05-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:23:13.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting phone call</title><content type='html'>I got a phone call today (hence the title, hehe) that I certainly wasn't expecting.  About a month ago, I interviewed for a position for a loss prevention agent with Sears, and I didn't get the job.  But today, an entirely different loss prevention manager from an entirely different mall called and asked when I would be available to come in for an interview with Sears.  Interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't do as bad on my first interview as I thought...or perhaps they're just desperate?  hehe  Either way, it's another option....need to turn in that other application to the PD...so, once I get all this mess out of the way, I'll have three possible positions.  Maybe.  lol  Either way, the interview is on Monday, so I'll have to see how this one goes.  (and yes, Morrigan, I am completely and totally sure that this interview is for loss prevention, not as a cashier or as a shoe salesman.  If I turn out to be completely wrong, I am charging you to come up with the bail money.  Or the alibi.  Whichever one I need first.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111733699369102480?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111733699369102480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111733699369102480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111733699369102480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111733699369102480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/interesting-phone-call.html' title='An interesting phone call'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111723143289827685</id><published>2005-05-27T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:03:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew ew ew</title><content type='html'>Work was gross today.  :)  During the morning check in, I was hand checking the movies and games, as usual....but when I opened up one of the games, a couple dozen cockroaches crawled around.  They were holed up in the damn game!  Dropped the game and shut it, found some paper towels and crushed the ones that had gotten out.  Also discovered that my manager doesn't handle insects well.  He did hold a plastic bag open for me so we could push the game into the bag, he tied it up and left it in a corner...we discussed all day who we should "volunteer" to de-roach the game.  Ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111723143289827685?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111723143289827685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111723143289827685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111723143289827685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111723143289827685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/ew-ew-ew.html' title='Ew ew ew'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111717051563891569</id><published>2005-05-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:08:35.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evilness is fun</title><content type='html'>K and I were evil towards D today...and it was good.  :)  We went to the Olive Garden and got a cool waitress, who immediately made fun of K.  D and I liked her instantly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we where there, we heard a group of waiters and waitresses singing happy birthday to some poor sap at another section of the restaurant.  We threatened to have them sing to D, and we both got his patented glare.  So, naturally...we flagged down our waitress and had them sing happy birthday to D.  He was a good sport about it, but he has vowed revenge.  (ha!)  Then we went and wrecked havoc at the evil empire. And it was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111717051563891569?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111717051563891569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111717051563891569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111717051563891569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111717051563891569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/evilness-is-fun.html' title='Evilness is fun'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111707519849091950</id><published>2005-05-25T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:39:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in traffic</title><content type='html'>Today was my PD test.  It was scheduled for 9 o'clock, with check-in at 8:45.  I got directions off the internet (bad idea) and left my apartment at 7:30.  A time table of events for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 left apartment&lt;br /&gt;8:00 got through remaining rush hour traffic to get onto interstate&lt;br /&gt;8:05 wondered if I had missed my exit while fighting traffic&lt;br /&gt;8:10 wondered if there was an exit&lt;br /&gt;8:15 called K...who confirmed that I had missed my exit (I never saw a sign, I think the internet lied)&lt;br /&gt;8:25 managed to finally find a turnaround (I hate Dallas)&lt;br /&gt;8:40 found the exit K told me to take (yea!)&lt;br /&gt;8:45 got lost in downtown Dallas...couldn't find the street K told me to take&lt;br /&gt;8:55 found a very nice young man who gave excellent directions&lt;br /&gt;9:00 found the damn building, couldn't find parking&lt;br /&gt;9:10 just about strangled a parking attendant&lt;br /&gt;9:13 found parking&lt;br /&gt;9:20 made it to the right room and was told that I was too late to take the test (grr)...but was rescheduled for 1:30 that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;9:40 found a library&lt;br /&gt;12:00 left library and had lunch&lt;br /&gt;1:00 went back to sit in lobby for test&lt;br /&gt;1:30 became convinced that everyone in the room was an idiot who couldn't follow simple directions (though I do believe that increases my odds)&lt;br /&gt;1:50 started test&lt;br /&gt;2:15 finished test (if I didn't pass, I charge OB to shoot me, 'cause damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111707519849091950?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111707519849091950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111707519849091950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111707519849091950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111707519849091950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/playing-in-traffic.html' title='Playing in traffic'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111699304720147518</id><published>2005-05-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:42:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job leads</title><content type='html'>Went to dinner with D, then went to the Evil Empire Jr.  Salesman almost put me to sleep, he wouldn't stop prattling on.  And on.  And ON....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless...D gave me a decent job lead to follow up on.  So tomorrow I'll go take my test and talk to the people about a job K told me about, and then try for the job D told me about....c'mon people, start with the job offers.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Morrigan....saw Fable in action...now I want an X-Box even more.  lol  Can see how you went so easily to the dark side!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111699304720147518?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111699304720147518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111699304720147518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111699304720147518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111699304720147518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/job-leads.html' title='Job leads'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111697175197164837</id><published>2005-05-24T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:55:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm a slacker...</title><content type='html'>But nothing's been happening, so meh.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing of real excitement is that the A/C went out last night.  That was fun.  Sitting in the living room with a fan blowing the air around, and I'm still sweating.  Maintenance came out this morning and fixed it, it's so nice to have cool air blowing through the apartment again.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my PD test, hopefully I can pull the wool over someone's eyes long enough that they decide I'm not such a horrible person to hire.  hehehe....just have to put down OB as a reference instead of H....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111697175197164837?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111697175197164837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111697175197164837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111697175197164837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111697175197164837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/apparently-im-slacker.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m a slacker...'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111697131627753050</id><published>2005-05-24T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:50:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Morrigan, who stole it from OB....</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#cbe5fe"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Political Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cce2fe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 60% Conservative, 40% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cddffe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cfdcff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d0d8ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d5ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d2d2ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Liberal / Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111697131627753050?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111697131627753050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111697131627753050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111697131627753050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111697131627753050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/stolen-from-morrigan-who-stole-it-from.html' title='Stolen from Morrigan, who stole it from OB....'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111621114401922433</id><published>2005-05-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:39:04.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, make a U-Turn....another U-Turn....</title><content type='html'>Today went with K and D to visit P....lol  However, we discovered that getting directions from M is next to impossible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original plan was for the three of us to meet up with M and go to a movie while waiting for P to drive up from Huntsville.  We left our apartment when P was still well inside of Huntsville....and with M's CRAPTACULAR directions, managed to get to M's apartment (which normally, if we knew where we were going, would take one hour) when P was already well within Dallas city limits.  K and I were not happy.  At all.  We shoved D off on M and let them go to the movies by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with P and his brother was fun.  They're interesting people.  lol  After debating for a while, we finally decided that we should really drive D back to his truck, though we did think about letting him walk or having M drive him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughout it all, M and D both laughed at us....should have made them walk home.  Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111621114401922433?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111621114401922433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111621114401922433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111621114401922433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111621114401922433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-make-u-turnanother-u-turn.html' title='No, make a U-Turn....another U-Turn....'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111603533426657079</id><published>2005-05-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:48:54.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the drawing board</title><content type='html'>Received the form letter today....thank you for applying, but you do not meet the qualifications that we need....you have great qualities, but unfortunately we cannot hire you at this time....blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got a test with a PD coming up in the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111603533426657079?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111603533426657079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111603533426657079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111603533426657079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111603533426657079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-to-drawing-board.html' title='Back to the drawing board'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111599770428303858</id><published>2005-05-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:21:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a post from my good friend OB....let me clarify...I watched XXX:  State of the Union with K and D last night.  All actors remained fully dressed at all times.  And let me just say to my good friend OB....meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111599770428303858?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111599770428303858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111599770428303858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111599770428303858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111599770428303858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111596563670571539</id><published>2005-05-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:27:16.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>Not much going on today.  Ordered some more contacts (yea!  Though boo that I had to drag myself out of bed to go to the doctor and have his assistant ask me....are they working out ok?  Yes?  Ok, we'll order them!  Have a nice day!)  But they're nice people and now I don't have to wear my damn glasses anymore, so can't complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work (boo, hiss)....still love the people I work with (though their numbers are dwindling) but DAMN I hate the job now.  It's the same thing day after day, week after week.  Same customers asking the same questions with the same stupid tired jokes.  And will SOMEONE please explain to these people that we have no control over when the damn movie is going to come back?  It's a f****** movie for crying out loud.  If you have to wait a week to watch it, you won't die, I promise.  Keep asking me about it, and I don't guarantee your safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to see XXX with K and D...things blew up.  I was happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111596563670571539?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111596563670571539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111596563670571539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111596563670571539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111596563670571539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111584673106986626</id><published>2005-05-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:25:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, now that I have a general idea of what I'm doing...</title><content type='html'>Went to an interview today, want to say that I did well.  They actually were interviewing for loss prevention, so that in and of itself is a definite plus.  Didn't drive forty-five minutes away to have some idjit ask me if I know how to run a cash register or if I want to sell shoes....(no, but I know what I'd like to do with your shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently enjoying my day off...think I'll go read.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111584673106986626?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111584673106986626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111584673106986626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111584673106986626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111584673106986626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-now-that-i-have-general-idea-of.html' title='Ok, now that I have a general idea of what I&apos;m doing...'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12827024.post-111584646629909412</id><published>2005-05-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:21:06.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed, May 11</title><content type='html'>My first official blog...I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12827024-111584646629909412?l=fppe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/feeds/111584646629909412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12827024&amp;postID=111584646629909412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111584646629909412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12827024/posts/default/111584646629909412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fppe.blogspot.com/2005/05/wed-may-11.html' title='Wed, May 11'/><author><name>-S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05182809409569287525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
