<?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-9666041</id><updated>2011-07-14T16:31:57.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRTY-TWO-O-ONE</title><subtitle type='html'>mmmm... blogs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-116222850262078265</id><published>2006-10-30T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:15:02.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why dont you post up more blogs about your new house?" Umm... well, to be quite honest, nobody really has the time at work anymore to write anything. All three of us at one point, had jobs where we could sit online posting various stupid things from our day or weekend but all that fun is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen and I actually have jobs that now require us to get work done during the day. It's weird. Nicky is back in school so she doesn't really have much free time either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, there is a plus side to all of this. Now that I dont sit at work surfing the internet as much, I get the urge to be on the computer more at home. SO, there may be a chance that a new blog may start up again. I'm not positive yet, but I will keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-116222850262078265?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/116222850262078265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=116222850262078265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/116222850262078265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/116222850262078265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/10/end.html' title='THE END???'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114608783532752305</id><published>2006-04-26T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:43:55.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weird site</title><content type='html'>Isn't the internet world amazing!?!  Just today when I was doing a search for the oldest trees in the world (the Bistlecone pine trees located northwest of Las Vegas, btw) I came across this website.  It's just one page, but it goes on FOREVER, and it has no title or anything.  I don't know, I guess it just got me thinking that the internet is a crazy place...... I hope it's not some dictionary list of prefixes or some college paper or something like that.  Cause if it is, it's very lengthy and I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Nicky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114608783532752305?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.contrib.andrew.cmu.edu/~ajo/free-software/xword/tartan.txt' title='weird site'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114608783532752305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114608783532752305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114608783532752305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114608783532752305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/04/weird-site.html' title='weird site'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114599653757737422</id><published>2006-04-25T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:22:17.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE COMPLAINING ABOUT MOVING</title><content type='html'>Moving is a pain in the ass. I'm looking forward to being at the new place but the actual "moving" sucks. It's a wonder why Nicky and I currently work for a moving company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started thinking, how the hell we are going to move all the shit in our house without having to rent some kind of 53 foot semi truck. So we decided to clean and get rid of some stuff. Once you live in the place for a few years, it's amazing the kind of crap you round up. You know the stuff I'm talking about, things like, never-opened yoga videos, bread makers, musical picture frames, or a box full of neon colored can coolers. This is the kind of crap I REALLY want to get rid of before the move. The big question is... Can Nicky handle parting with all of these wonderful things? I'm thinking not. She's going to say something like, "Don't worry, of course we'll have room for this wonderful double matted art print of a cheetah" Or something like, "Beth, I cant get rid of this No Farting poster because my Grandma gave it to me 7 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's still kind of early to worry about all of this because we dont move for awhile. Hell, we dont even know where we are moving to yet! But for those of you who know the three of us, it's going to take a hell of a long time to get rid of crap. Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114599653757737422?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114599653757737422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114599653757737422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114599653757737422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114599653757737422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-complaining-about-moving.html' title='MORE COMPLAINING ABOUT MOVING'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114599151646459358</id><published>2006-04-25T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:58:36.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD BUGS</title><content type='html'>When you get a small piece of food stuck in your mouth/teeth, you can go for a long time without noticing that it's even there, maybe even until you brush your teeth next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why is it that when a little bug flies into your mouth (like when riding your bike) you feel like you have little dead bug legs stuck in your mouth for like a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114599151646459358?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114599151646459358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114599151646459358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114599151646459358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114599151646459358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/04/dead-bugs.html' title='DEAD BUGS'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114444162324364298</id><published>2006-04-07T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:27:03.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITNEY HOUSTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.servifans.com/whitney_houston22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.servifans.com/whitney_houston22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night our shitty upstairs roommates decided to play loud music while Jen and myself were trying to sleep. Most of the time... I dont care if they're loud. Hell, we're loud sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT these bitches were BLASTING Whitney Houston's "I will always love you". I was so close to going upstairs and telling them to turn it off. I was also concerned about Jenny because she was trying to sleep and she was still hung over from the night before. Just then, Jen text messaged me from her bed stating, "I hate the girls upstairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the music turned off which was followed by the sound of, what sounded like, 20 chicks in high heel shoes learning how to Irish clog dance. They ended up leaving to go to some party or somewhere so it all worked out. Of course I noticed that the chicks have been loud on most Thursdays, I just wasn't expecting Whitney Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**On the bright side of things... at first I thought it was Nicky who was blasting the music. I'm glad it wasn't, because the only time she blasts her music is when she "has Ryan in her room" and tries to cover up.... "sounds." That just grosses me out so I'm kind of glad it was the girls upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114444162324364298?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114444162324364298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114444162324364298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114444162324364298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114444162324364298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/04/whitney-houston.html' title='WHITNEY HOUSTON'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114348228019114731</id><published>2006-03-27T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:58:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"PUT THE PIZZAS IN THE BAG AND NOBODY GETS HURT"</title><content type='html'>Saturday night the Domino's next door was robbed once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this a little... strange. Why would anyone hold up Domino's? Now, i'm not an expert at armed robbery or anything but there cant be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much money in the store at one time. Most people pay on credit card anyway. If I were a robber I think I would rob something a little more worth while... something cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time it was robbed (a little less than a year ago) Domino's hired a "rent-a-security guard" to stand on the corner for about a month. This "security guard" just stood there wearing a bright yellow vest (which looks like an art smock) and a flashlight. Plus he really liked to hit on all the college chicks that walked in the store. The thought of a pervert "security guard" looking at our house all day for a month is creepier than the thought of an armed man walking around. I'm putting a comment in the Domino's suggestion box to maybe use the bulletproof glass window they installed &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; time it was robbed. And to maybe lock the door that leads to behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to move!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114348228019114731?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114348228019114731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114348228019114731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114348228019114731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114348228019114731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/03/put-pizzas-in-bag-and-nobody-gets-hurt.html' title='&quot;PUT THE PIZZAS IN THE BAG AND NOBODY GETS HURT&quot;'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114313449403131475</id><published>2006-03-23T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:27:49.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED..SO POSTING THIS LITTLE JOKE.. THATS NOT THAT FUNNY I GUESS.. BUT WAS AMUSSING TO ME :)</title><content type='html'>This man at work sent me this joke. Since I dont want to work at the moment, I will put it on here instead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a blond applied to medical, needless to say she didnt get in. Here are her answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTIBODY - against everyone&lt;br /&gt;ARTERY - the study of fine paintings&lt;br /&gt;BACTERIA - back part of a cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;CAESARIAN SECTION - a district in Rome&lt;br /&gt;CARDIOLOGY - advanced study of playing cards&lt;br /&gt;CAT SCAN - searching for lost kitty&lt;br /&gt;CHRONIC - neck of a crow&lt;br /&gt;COMA - punctuation mark&lt;br /&gt;DIAGNOSIS - person with a slanted nose&lt;br /&gt;DILATE - the late Welsh princess&lt;br /&gt;GALLBLADDER - bladder in a girl&lt;br /&gt;GENES - blue denim&lt;br /&gt;HERNIA - she is close by&lt;br /&gt;HYMEN - greeting to several males&lt;br /&gt;IMPOTENT - distinguished, well-known&lt;br /&gt;LABOR PAIN - hurt at work&lt;br /&gt;LACTOSE - person without digits on the foot&lt;br /&gt;LIPOSUCTION - a French kiss&lt;br /&gt;LYMPH - walk unsteadily&lt;br /&gt;MICROBES - small dressing gowns&lt;br /&gt;OBESITY - city of Obe&lt;br /&gt;SECRETION - hiding anything&lt;br /&gt;TABLET - small table&lt;br /&gt;ULTRASOUND - radical noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think blond jokes are dumb.. so i dont know why i am posting this..wasted a few minutes for me though. And advanced sorry to Nicky .. youre not a true blond though...are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114313449403131475?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114313449403131475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114313449403131475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114313449403131475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114313449403131475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/03/boredso-posting-this-little-joke-thats.html' title='BORED..SO POSTING THIS LITTLE JOKE.. THATS NOT THAT FUNNY I GUESS.. BUT WAS AMUSSING TO ME :)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-114304695608794806</id><published>2006-03-22T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:02:37.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ROOMATE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. In August we are finally moving out of our house.. where Nicky and Beth have lived for three years I think. Honestly i dont know how Beth will survive without her OP and Jimmy Johns though. Were definitely going to have to live near food or we will all probably go into shock.  And... I was thinking that since we have always had 4 roomates.. and now we will only have us three.. we might need something to fill the space.. and i think a new kitten would be perfect! Nicky says she is allergic, but I dont really think she is.... plus when she sees him.. she will love him too much that the sneezing will be worth it! :)  So then its set... we are getting a kitten in August!!!! :) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I added some messanger thing.  I think it makes the page really slow.. so it might not stay up. Fun for now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114304695608794806?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114304695608794806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114304695608794806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114304695608794806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114304695608794806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-roomate.html' title='NEW ROOMATE!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-114296755911059176</id><published>2006-03-21T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:59:19.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BETH'S DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/1600/toto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/320/toto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this picture and i thought of you beth.. and your foosball obsession you have.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114296755911059176?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114296755911059176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114296755911059176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114296755911059176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114296755911059176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/03/beths-dream.html' title='BETH&apos;S DREAM'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-114261757515928280</id><published>2006-03-17T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:46:15.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/1600/3DE94341B81D85A9984DE75D4E39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/320/3DE94341B81D85A9984DE75D4E39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to write a blog because that's Beth's job. But thought we should have a St. Patricks day thingy.. and I liked the picture of the little leprechaun. Im not Irish, and not that into St. Patrick's Day. I dont know what it even celebrates really except getting extremely drunk by noon!! This cafeteria lady was trying to explain what it was about to an Indian worker, but all she could come up with was.. maybe something about potatoes and an excuse to get really drunk. Sounds good to me. But tonight should be fun, especially with the NCAA games to watch as well. Beth, Nicky and I have our teams picked and havent done that awful so far, besides screaming and cheering for a team who was going to win.. only to realize with 9 seconds to go.... that our pick was for the other team. Awesome! Anyways... hope everyone has a fun St. Patrick's day today!! xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114261757515928280?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114261757515928280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114261757515928280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114261757515928280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114261757515928280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patricks Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-114192319429556570</id><published>2006-03-09T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:53:14.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NICKY'S CRUTCHES LOOK UGLY ON HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pcdoctors.ws/profit/lewas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pcdoctors.ws/profit/lewas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pcdoctors.ws/profit/lewas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, Nicky and I went to Wyoming to ski at Jackson Hole. Well, Nicky fell while skiing out there and hurt her knee. She had an 18 inch bruise and it resulted in having to go to physical therapy when we got back to Milwaukee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky was leaving her boyfriends house to go to physical therapy one morning and slips on some ice. She then falls down 12 stairs and sprains her ankle. So needless to say, Nicky is in a ton of pain right now and cant really move around at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's kind of funny but she's not laughing about it yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Nicky uses the fact that she's on crutches, as an excuse to wear her Fanny Pack everywhere to help her carry stuff around. SHE LOVES FANNY PACKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114192319429556570?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114192319429556570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114192319429556570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114192319429556570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114192319429556570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/03/nickys-crutches-look-ugly-on-her.html' title='NICKY&apos;S CRUTCHES LOOK UGLY ON HER'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114114603607174042</id><published>2006-02-28T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:00:36.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PATRICK THE DUMBASS</title><content type='html'>The other night my friend Patrick and I were having a few drinks at The Twisted Fork. We were taking shots and of course he always wants whiskey. Well... when we did our shots, I think I saw the worst look on his face ever. It was the "OMG, I really have to puke but I'm going to try everything in my power to keep it in me" look. This face was followed by the hand covering of his mouth and then of course his eyes started watering. He looked at me and then very carefully said, "wow, i think i might have to burp." I just sat there thinking... Umm no Patrick, I think you have to throw-up. His hand then recovered his mouth and sat there trying so hard not to let anything come back up. Then he starts to gag. I move out of the way a bit so I know i'm clear of the spraying zone. He didn't have a chaser. Great. All he had in front of him was cheap red wine. Which, in my opinion, doesn't go very well together. So he sat there trying not to make an ass out of himself in front of the entire bar. He finally starts to calm down after 10 minutes! I couldn't believe it was literally 10 minutes before he could feel like he wasn't going to puke. I would've just gave up by that time and went into the bathroom. Not our Patrick, he stuck it out in the toughest battle ever. Way to show that whiskey who's boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(However, not to mention after the bar he was the biggest idiot ever. He tried driving for a few blocks, hit a curb, got a flat tire, pulled into a gas station, passed out, called Kristen to come get him at 3:30AM, and slept at Branden's house.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114114603607174042?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114114603607174042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114114603607174042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114114603607174042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114114603607174042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/patrick-dumbass.html' title='PATRICK THE DUMBASS'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114114436306872852</id><published>2006-02-28T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:32:43.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A LITTLE NOTE</title><content type='html'>Exciting things coming up in the month of March! First off, Jason is almost completely moved out of 3201. And tomorrow is when our new guy moves in. His name is Dan. I dont really know too much about him but I'm sure you'll all get to meet him soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some things that are right around the corner are: my brothers 21st birthday, Jen goes to Florida (leaves today actually), St. Patty's Day, and of course... Harry Potter 4 comes out on DVD on March 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lease for 3201 is going to be up in August! So, that means that we have to decide if we are going to stay at the same place or not for the following year. We all talked about it but of course, the conversation went something like, "Well I dont know... do you want to move?" "I don't know" "Maybe, but I dont want to look for a new place." So we really haven't come up with anything. We have to decide by the end of this week, which is horrible timing because Jen will be in Florida. So we are going to decide without her. I'll keep you all updated when we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the links on this page called, "Skiing/boarding happenings" there is an awesome article about my friends, with pictures of them too! It's the Powder Magazine website. If you go to it, on the main page on the right hand side, there is a link about Midwest skiing. And sure enough, the people that Powder magazine talks about are my friends! These are the same people that Nicky and I go up to stay with when we go skiing in Marquette. Just thought it was kind of cool. (If you're reading this guys... congrats on the huge publicity for you and the mountain, and I'll see you in about a month)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114114436306872852?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114114436306872852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114114436306872852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114114436306872852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114114436306872852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-little-note.html' title='JUST A LITTLE NOTE'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114073438845590306</id><published>2006-02-23T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:39:48.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I GAVE IN. I HAD NO CHOICE.</title><content type='html'>I get asked if I'm on Myspace all the time! I have never understood the hype about having your own mini web page that is all about yourself. For the longest time I refused to join this Myspace cult, ask anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jen wanted me to join so bad that she was even going to make a page for me! BUT I decided that I wasn't going to let that happen for more than one reason. My only choice... put myspace to the test and see if the thing is as cool as everyone says it is. I have my doubts about the thing. I mean come on... Myspace parties. wtf. I've even heard people say face to face, "Oh, hey, I left you a comment on your myspace today." Next person says, "Really? I cant wait to read it." Umm... did I miss something? If your face to face with the person, why not just tell them what you had to say instead of running out to find a computer to see what the message is?&lt;br /&gt;Then of course the message is something like, "Hey hun, what's up? thanks for the add. Love you!" Hahahaha. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, all this Myspace stuff is a bit scary for me, I'm giving in and trying it out. I hear that you have to join to understand how awesome it is. So to all of you Myspacers out there that LOVE it, you better be right. I dont want to be super let down now that it's been hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it's a great time waster. So I hope I'll be able to take up some of my free time at work with it! Here goes nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114073438845590306?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114073438845590306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114073438845590306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114073438845590306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114073438845590306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-gave-in-i-had-no-choice.html' title='I GAVE IN. I HAD NO CHOICE.'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114063184932339457</id><published>2006-02-22T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:10:49.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yatesweb.com/michala/birthday%202000/images/6.%20Birthday%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.yatesweb.com/michala/birthday%202000/images/6.%20Birthday%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just wanted to wish a few a few people happy birthday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jose's (an owner of Mantra's) b-day is today- Have a good one hose-bag... be careful celebrating tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Michael's (my brother's) b-day is tomorrow- Happy 16th little bro! Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cassie's (Nicky's sister's) b-day is tomorrow- The big 21! It's about time little girl (the outfit she will be wearing is in the above picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cheryl's (friend from high school's) b-day is the 25th- Your Golden birthday! I'll see you this weekend for your birthday/moving back from Hawaii party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114063184932339457?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114063184932339457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114063184932339457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114063184932339457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114063184932339457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/birthday-week.html' title='BIRTHDAY WEEK'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114001963697737652</id><published>2006-02-15T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:07:16.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE J!</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot to let everyone this important news. Jason is moving out of 3201. I know it's sad but he'll still be in touch with us. He's decided to move in with his girlfriend. (He practically lives there already) So we all know what that means.... a going away party is in order. I'll let people know the details when I find out more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this means that we are in the market for a new member of our wonderful household. Anyone know of somebody looking for a place to live? Let us know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114001963697737652?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114001963697737652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114001963697737652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114001963697737652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114001963697737652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/goodbye-j.html' title='GOODBYE J!'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-114001848784104198</id><published>2006-02-15T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:53:33.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ST. PATTY'S DAY CHRISTMAS TREE</title><content type='html'>I took down the Christmas tree everyone! I know you're all a little disappointed about us not having a tree up for St. Patricks Day, but you'll have to deal with it. I finally got sick of looking at the tree which took up a fourth of our living room. We never even plugged it in more than a week total anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take the tree down about 2 weeks ago. BUT Jen and Nicky said to me, "Beth, what's wrong, are you not in the Christmas spirit anymore... are you a humbug? Why dont you like Christmas Beth?" Well sorry everyone, I took it down about 2 days ago. Finally our house feels back to normal size. Plus you couldn't even sit on the little couch without getting your hair tangled in the tree branches. So I put my foot down. Christmas is finally over at 3201.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-114001848784104198?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/114001848784104198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=114001848784104198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114001848784104198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/114001848784104198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/st-pattys-day-christmas-tree.html' title='ST. PATTY&apos;S DAY CHRISTMAS TREE'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113994863814079279</id><published>2006-02-14T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:23:58.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINES DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ruthann1.com/HappyValentinesDay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ruthann1.com/HappyValentinesDay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just wanted to tell everyone that reads this that I love you all. I can't believe it's that time of year again already. I love this holiday only because most people are all in a good mood. (ok, ok... so it might have to do with the fact that their chances of getting laid are pretty high) But whatever the reason, it's fine by me. And for those of you who HATE V-Day (most single people) just remember that the bars are super fun on nights like this. Just think... everyone who is taken, is off with their "special someone"; which leaves the bars... that's right, full of single people that just want someone to love them too. For example, it's singles night at Mo's Irish Pub! The first 50 women get roses, candy, and spa certificate, and maybe by the end of the night... a one night stand. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, however all of you are going to be celebrating, have a good one this year!&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113994863814079279?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113994863814079279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113994863814079279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113994863814079279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113994863814079279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINES DAY'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113874399893771059</id><published>2006-01-31T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:46:39.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE, I'LL UPDATE YOU ALL</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... I deserve to be called a slacker. I get it. I need to post more. Work is actually busy for me therefore, I can't blog while at work. My computer at home is completely useless (thanks to Nicky for downloading all the porn on it, sicko) so I can't really blog from there. I am currently sitting at work, on my lunch break eating a Big Mac with a large fry. And most you know that I take my lunches pretty seriously. Today's lunch was a little late due to problems at work. BUT the problem with me starting to blog again during my lunch, is that all I can think about is food. So I'll try to give you all an update of our house without mentioning food as best as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jen's life&lt;/span&gt;: Jen is currently dieting, tanning and saving money for her trip to Florida with Matt. Her day consists of a long work day, working out, go tanning, then back home to watch about 2 hours of reality shows that she recorded on TiVo. Then to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicky's life&lt;/span&gt;: Nick is studying her ass off. She is cramming in two weeks of school into one because we are going out to Jackson Hole, WY as of Friday for week to ski. So, she's been at work all day, leaves for class, comes home to study,then goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jason's life&lt;/span&gt;: Our buddy J hasn't been around in the past month or so. He has literally stopped in at the house for a few minutes to grab something out of his room then left about 4 times. Once in awhile he will give us a call that he is going out with his girlfriend to get drunk and wants to meet up but that's about it. Oh yeah, and now that he is barely around... it totally screwed up our dishes rotation and it was nothing but confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt;: I have been going to work, working out, and then watching tv. Followed by bed time. Jackson Hole is going to be awesome and I just cant wait to get out of the same boring routine for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, was a little exciting. Jen, Nicky and I decided to go out for happy hour at Rascals. Then we met up with a bunch of people at Cans. I wish i could get into detail about it but none of us really remember much after that. Nicky ended up pissing off Jimmy Johns trying to get delivery over to her sister's house at like 3AM. (you'll have to ask her about that one) Jen found herself talking to some people at Cans that she had no idea who they were for awhile. And I somehow ended up way on the south side with some friends of mine for some after party. I have no idea if it was fun because I dont remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we did nothing, we had to recover. Sunday I went out to watch the Lakers game. (yes, I'm a Lakers fan) Which then turned into bar hopping. Started at Axels, then to Rascals, followed by Twisted Fork, and Vittucis to finish off the night. I think that was one too many bars for a Sunday night. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. I should get back to doing work now. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113874399893771059?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113874399893771059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113874399893771059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113874399893771059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113874399893771059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/01/fine-ill-update-you-all.html' title='FINE, I&apos;LL UPDATE YOU ALL'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113770104175879840</id><published>2006-01-19T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:04:01.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"LITTLE DECAPITATOR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30052d&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;amp;sid=17C07188300BEFC34&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=fr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.petgroomer.com%2FGrooming101%2FPhotos%2Famerican_staffordshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30052d&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;amp;sid=17C07188300BEFC34&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=fr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.petgroomer.com%2FGrooming101%2FPhotos%2Famerican_staffordshire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30052d&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;amp;sid=17C07188300BEFC34&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=fr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.petgroomer.com%2FGrooming101%2FPhotos%2Famerican_staffordshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working some of the movers ther other day and talking to them about their dogs they own. Most of them have Pit Bulls. If you know the type of people I work with, this shouldn't come to a shock to to anyone. BUT all them were telling us what they named them. They were names like Blade, Maller, Razor, Knuckles, Bullet and Chronic. Hmm... whatever happened to names like Spot? While they're at it, why dont they just name them something like, Mass Murder or Serial Killer! Then the guys go on telling me how cute their dogs are and how much they love them. Sure, Pits are tough dogs and they deserve a cool name but I couldn't get use to saying things like, "Awww... I love you so much Bloody Wound, you're so cute!" Give. me. a. break. It's getting a little ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113770104175879840?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113770104175879840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113770104175879840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113770104175879840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113770104175879840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-decapitator.html' title='&quot;LITTLE DECAPITATOR&quot;'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113693234346766677</id><published>2006-01-10T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T16:32:23.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CONNECT FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toywebb.net/images/connsmll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.toywebb.net/images/connsmll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone for the lack of posts lately. All three of us have been super busy at work the past few weeks and well.... that's the only time we ever blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say that as of this Sunday, I kept my Connect Four Championship title. Jen, Matt and I had went to the Y-Not 3 bar and played a small little tournament of Connect Four. I once again proved to be the best. I fully willing to take anyone on in a battle. Jut let me know when and I'll be there to defend my title. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;: I sing the theme song for Connect Four every time I win. Good luck to all... you'll need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113693234346766677?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113693234346766677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113693234346766677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113693234346766677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113693234346766677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2006/01/connect-four.html' title='CONNECT FOUR'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113597523948517450</id><published>2005-12-30T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:40:39.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I dont have much to say and i think the only reason I am writting this is because it is giving me an excuse to not to work for another minute or so. Anyways....so yesterday was the big 24 for me. Ick! I def was not too excited for that, although I did get some rather awesome presents from Beth and Nicky that they thoughtfully picked up on their move... lets see.. its was a little broken pig, a dirty magnet a of a dog and cat  snuggling , a card...from a deck of cards, a chewed on pencil with some saying about staying off drugs, and of course the soundtrack of Dirty Dancing.....on cassette! Possibly the best presents ever. Nicky also picked up a few more finds such as a world map and a belt of some sort.. all of this crap will no doubt be displyed proudly in our house.. for probably the next year. Although it might just mix in with the rest of the crap we have in there. Anyways......... so tonight I have this thing at Buckhead saloon that I got because of my birthday where you can get in free from 7-10pm and there will be free food and $2 drinks. So if you want to come...you are more than welcome to drink cheaply..if only for two hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113597523948517450?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113597523948517450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113597523948517450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113597523948517450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113597523948517450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-113535735195578843</id><published>2005-12-23T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:02:32.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greenmonkeyplanet.com/funny/images/snowmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.greenmonkeyplanet.com/funny/images/snowmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to wish all of you Merry Christmas. The tree in our house is finally up! Don't worry, it looks tons better than last year. We dont have the bottle cap ornaments or the coasters from Axels on it this year. Jen and Nicky made us awesome bow thing for the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to stop by and see it... I'm sure we wont get around to taking it down until about Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if all of you could please remind Jen that she has to do the dishes, that would be awesome. She doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get them done. It's been about a month since the last time dishes were done. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113535735195578843?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113535735195578843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113535735195578843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113535735195578843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113535735195578843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113509639215541019</id><published>2005-12-20T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:33:12.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P.O.S.</title><content type='html'>This morning here at work, I was bored. (weird, I know) Anyway, I found some sort of training DVD sitting on my desk for some kind of new accounts program. In bold letters I read the words, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The most technologically advanced POS Solution"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a 14 year old what POS stands for, they'll probably think of Piece Of Shit. Well, I too have a brain of 14 year old and start laughing my ass off. I must have read it a couple dozen times. Hmm.. Doesn't seem to be the best choice for a slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later realize that POS stands for Point Of Sale. I'm an idiot... sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113509639215541019?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113509639215541019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113509639215541019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113509639215541019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113509639215541019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/pos.html' title='P.O.S.'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113475098303946666</id><published>2005-12-16T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:41:18.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... did you see how extended he was? REWIND!!!!</title><content type='html'>So dont get me wrong.. I like winter sports and I am excited for snowboarding to start, but I think that Nicky and Beth are obsessed. I guess I am not surprised as last season I think every other sentence from Beth was about some "sick jump" some guy did as she is jumping up onto the couch. Now its like every ski thing thats on tv has to be rewound and watched about five times. Last night we watched the same little man do the superman jump.... about 6 times!! Then after watching the last few minutes of this awesome ski show/movie..whatever it was, we had to watch the credits..... of the songs that were on it....because they had to be good if they were on a skiing video... right? Shortly after this the ski boots came out..followed by the poles and finally the skis. I had one of Nickys boots on and a ski and then Nicky had the other one on and we were scooting around the house... until we decided to go outside. Ha! So Nicky has her goggles on, her new cute hat and her skis and goes down our "hill" in the backyard. Then Beth gets out her new skis and they both go skiing down the sidewalks around our house!!! So tonight is our first trip out to actually ski/snowboard... on a real hill instead of the sidewalks. We are all going to Alpine to go skiing/snowboarding . Its 2/$22 if anyone else wants to come!! Should be an awesome time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Beth... snowboarders are a lot hotter than skiers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113475098303946666?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113475098303946666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113475098303946666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113475098303946666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113475098303946666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-did-you-see-how-extended-he-was.html' title='Wow... did you see how extended he was? REWIND!!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-113466978205956467</id><published>2005-12-15T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:03:02.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARN TO WHISTLE AT HOME, NOT AT WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aces.tabulas.com/lucy_gerston/whistling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://aces.tabulas.com/lucy_gerston/whistling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here at work going insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Scooby (the annoying guy in which I share my office with) doesn't know how to whistle. BUT he likes to think he can. So he sits at his desk "half whistling". He just blows air mostly. Very little tone to it. In fact, I wouldn't even call it whistling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather him actually be whistling so I could have some music around here to listen to but NO... almost all the notes sound the same. Then he says things like, "Wow, I love whistling" , "Beth, listen to this, do you know this song?" I just want to yell "First of all, you cant whistle! Second of all, NOBODY in the office can tell what song you're trying to get out because it's all ONE NOTE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 hours I've been listening to his attempt at Jingle Bell Rock. ...yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he should take lessons from this baby)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113466978205956467?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113466978205956467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113466978205956467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113466978205956467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113466978205956467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/learn-to-whistle-at-home-not-at-work.html' title='LEARN TO WHISTLE AT HOME, NOT AT WORK'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113440931224879525</id><published>2005-12-12T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:41:52.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JEN IS BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen is super hard to get ahold of sometimes. You can call and call and never hear back from her. I finally found out the REAL reason of why she is so busy and cant answer her phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's been sitting online in her room looking at this website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cuteoverload.com/"&gt;http://cuteoverload.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113440931224879525?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113440931224879525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113440931224879525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113440931224879525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113440931224879525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/jen-is-busy.html' title='JEN IS BUSY'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113407060772420202</id><published>2005-12-08T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:36:47.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUICKY</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little post today. I'm super bored at work. More than usual. The end of the week seems to always be the worst. I think its because I visit the same few websites all time and I just wait for something new to be posted on them. After a weekend of not checking up on them, Monday and Tuesday are full of new things to look at. So today while sitting here eating cold McDonalds french fries, I was searching for some new blogs to read and found myself hooked on one about a homeless guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blog started the author was homeless and posted from a library and an internet cafe. It's just about his horrible days on the streets. (He is currently off the streets and has his own apartment) He's super intelligent and it's a well known blog I guess. You have to go back to the start of it though to really get the full story. So if you have some time to kill, feel free to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehomelessguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thehomelessguy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113407060772420202?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113407060772420202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113407060772420202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113407060772420202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113407060772420202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/quicky.html' title='A QUICKY'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113388738935392204</id><published>2005-12-06T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:46:33.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALPINE TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mysticfreeride.com/news%20xgames%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mysticfreeride.com/news%20xgames%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski/boarding season has started! (I know everyone is just as excited as me) To kick off the opening of this grand time of year, we are getting a group of people together to tear up the slopes. Our dear friend Kelli has informed us that Alpine Valley is having a great deal on lift tickets on December 16. It's 2 people for $22! The more people the better. We have a few people that are going for the first time and we all know what that means... someone new to make fun of and to push over every time we see them trying to get down the hill! Yay! Just kidding... So let someone know if you want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone is also interested, there is a rail jam (rail comp.) going on this Saturday at Tyrol Basin. Even if you dont compete, it's super fun to watch the pros hit 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Beth-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113388738935392204?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113388738935392204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113388738935392204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113388738935392204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113388738935392204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/12/alpine-trip.html' title='ALPINE TRIP'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113328693767905066</id><published>2005-11-29T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:55:37.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STAYED IN... GOT DRUNK ANYWAY</title><content type='html'>Last night was repeat performance of the "getting drunk real quick because we're bored." We started playing the game... drinking &lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300523&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;amp;sid=1586C76119E68C834&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.games-collector.com%2Fpics-s%2F203199-scattergories-1994-4.jpg"&gt;Scattergories.&lt;/a&gt; That was followed by the drinking game &lt;a href="http://www.bostonbodyworker.com/images/massage-hands.jpg"&gt;Hands in the Middle&lt;/a&gt;. Which lead us to the creation of the third game we now call: Hands in the Scattergories. The game includes us yelling out a word such as "boobs" really fast... and then laughing for 5 minutes because we just said the word "boobs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amazing what a combo of a bad weekend, bored, and drunk on Milwaukee's Best Ice can do to Jen and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PS: Mil-town can thank us later for the invention of this game... it'll catch on. Soon everyone will be playing it. Just let Jen or I know if you want the full set of rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113328693767905066?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113328693767905066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113328693767905066' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113328693767905066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113328693767905066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/11/stayed-in-got-drunk-anyway.html' title='STAYED IN... GOT DRUNK ANYWAY'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113229301758230955</id><published>2005-11-17T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:50:17.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON</title><content type='html'>I'm super dunk right now and I'm making this post. So I'm sorry if this is dumb. Anyway, right now we are having a party at our house with all of Jason's friends. We're having an awesome time... and I'm prolly having a bit too much fun/drunk than I should be because I have to work SUPER early in the moring. this sucks. Although, I think that the only thing that sucks is that we have heard the same song over and over and over and over again. Maybe someone should change it for once. hmmm...... ok, I'll get on that. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would try to picture on here for this post but I dont htink I can figure it out right now. I love when we put pictures on here... oh well. maybe next time. HAPPY BIRTHDAY J!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113229301758230955?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113229301758230955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113229301758230955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113229301758230955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113229301758230955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-jason.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113215869897217047</id><published>2005-11-16T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:31:39.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS FOR THE RIDE MATT!</title><content type='html'>This post is just to say that I'm sorry to Matt. I was getting into his SUV after a few drinks on North Ave. I went to open his back, passenger door... AND IT FELL OFF! How the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; does the door just fall off?! Anyway, sorry Matt, I guess I just dont really know my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113215869897217047?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113215869897217047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113215869897217047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113215869897217047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113215869897217047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-for-ride-matt.html' title='THANKS FOR THE RIDE MATT!'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113146159114102952</id><published>2005-11-08T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:57:02.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Finally Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/1600/images.0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/320/images.0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes....well after a year getting away with this....it finally happened..I was pulled over for expired registration! I know all of you have been waiting for this day to come..since it has been a year now. Well yesterday I was leaving work as ususal. I was waiting in at the lights just before you get on the freeway, and I had this image of me getting pulled over, and I said to myself I should just go straight and not get on here, but no, I ignored myself. So as I go through the lights I see a cop on the side of the road..and I knew I was pretty much screwed. I drove past him, and immediately he had his lights on, and was right behind me...great! I swear..it was like he was waiting for me...and knew I was going to be there..it was so weird. So I pull over in a panic, nearly..like by centimeters hitting the side railing. As I was sitting there all i could hear were people's voices.... I would like to send a HUGE thanks to everyone who told me that I would get arrested, my car taken away and then sent to jail..those were quiet happy thoughts as I was sitting in my car!! Anyways.... my little cop was super sweet and so nice and he gave me a warning to get it done in 30 days... how nice.. so I am going this weekend...for real though...I mean it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113146159114102952?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113146159114102952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113146159114102952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113146159114102952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113146159114102952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-finally-happened.html' title='It Finally Happened'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-113103763835932973</id><published>2005-11-03T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:07:18.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOOTHEST BITCHES EVER</title><content type='html'>Wow sorry for not posting for a long time. But we were busy doing the Halloween thing! We've been celebrating for the past week or so. Here are some of the highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nicky told me that she "puked a little" on some guy on Saturday night. I told her she was gross but she didn't think that big aof a deal... because it was only a little. Sorry Nicky, even a little bit of puke is enough to gross me out. Yet, the guy didn't get upset with Nicky and for some reason ended up sleeping over at our house. I think the enitre East side has now crashed at house at one point or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I got really drunk while watching the Packer game at the Chancery. After the game I returned home to go out to see a movie (Saw 2). I never made it there due to my drunkeness. Instead I "helped Nicky clean the house" by dancing in the swept up dust piles, spilling beer everywhere and twirling the broom and send it flying across the room. Then when it came time to get picked up to see the movie I was so drunk that I tried to open the door and fell over and smacked my head on the doorway. I spent the rest of the evening passed out on the couch with a cold beer held on my head to make the swelling go down. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky also managed to lose her phone, a ski boot and her ski poles while drunk this weekend. She lost the phone while out at a couple house parties. And of course... she had no idea where she was at all so she couldn't go find it. Luckily she called it and some random guy answered to give her directions to go get the phone. (This was the same night she puked on the random guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Heartbreakers (Strip club) on Tuesday night and spent WAY too much money there. And the chicks weren't even that good looking so I dont know why I kept giving them my singles. After all my money was gone I stumbled to a friends parents house to pass out at. Typical Tuesday night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Jen, last night I spilled ketchup on the white carpet. Sorry. I think it was kind of Nicky's fault too so dont get all upset with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-BETH-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-113103763835932973?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/113103763835932973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=113103763835932973' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113103763835932973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/113103763835932973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/11/smoothest-bitches-ever.html' title='SMOOTHEST BITCHES EVER'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112974463791452510</id><published>2005-10-19T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:57:17.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im going to be rich in 9 hours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1440/320/images.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Halloween is almost here. Not sure why..but I think Halloween is becoming one of my favorite holidays. Last weekend I decided that we all should carve a pumpkin. Its probably a little early to carve pumpkins, but seeing as we live on a pretty busy corner..I figured that they are going to be smashed in the street by mean drunk boys pretty soon anyways. So we went to Koppas delli and bought pumpkins.... well Nicky and I did. ( I cant believe that Ive never been in there before, but its a cute little store!) Anyways, Beth decided that she was going to be totally lame and ditched out. However, I bet she is jealous now seeing how awesome our pumpkins look!! Theyre possibly the best pumpkins ever! Maybe I will test my computer knowledge and try to get a picture of them up on here soon......Im sure you are all in suspense!! Even though Beth is a loser for not joining in...she bought her first lottery ticket, with a little support, and won $7!! So this weekend she said she is buying everyone drinks.  Yay!! Oh.... and Im pretty sure I am going to win tonight.... 300 million...so dont bother buying tickets yourselves ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112974463791452510?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112974463791452510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112974463791452510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112974463791452510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112974463791452510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-going-to-be-rich-in-9-hours.html' title='Im going to be rich in 9 hours!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13800053931468387274</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-9666041.post-112931036574905998</id><published>2005-10-14T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:59:31.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/1600/sombreros-hats.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/320/sombreros-hats.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Ahh... yes... office parties! Got to love them. So I am sitting here at my desk when all of a sudden my boss walks through my quad wearing this HUGE sombrero leading a line of men who are also wearing sombreros. "Party in the parking lot... come join the festivities!" ..... GREAT! What is it with Offices where people feel that its ok to make a complete ass of themselves and that there is a need for these dumb activities to occur. I guess the department did something good or whatever so now were celebrating with a free lunch and are supposed to go outside and "chit chat" with one another. I hate that. If you want to thank me....give me a paid day off...not make me have to go and have forced, awkward conversations with men in sombreros. Oh well... at least theres free food I guess....wonder if they will have a cake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112931036574905998?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112931036574905998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112931036574905998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112931036574905998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112931036574905998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/10/fiesta-time.html' title='Fiesta time!!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112923132606698628</id><published>2005-10-13T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:22:06.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOILET PAPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300530&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1584D5D763B1BE434&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.rosecity.net%2Fal_gore%2Ftoilet_paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300530&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1584D5D763B1BE434&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.rosecity.net%2Fal_gore%2Ftoilet_paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky and I are at work right now and no more than 5 minutes ago, Nicky got up to go somewhere (probably to eat). So I took her roll of toilet paper, that she uses as tissue, and toilet papered her "office/side of the desk". I didn't have much time to do it in, but I think I did an alright job for just the one minute window I had to work with. She was so happy to see it when she got back.... so was our boss that walked in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112923132606698628?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112923132606698628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112923132606698628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112923132606698628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112923132606698628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/10/toilet-paper.html' title='TOILET PAPER'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112913172844835238</id><published>2005-10-12T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:42:08.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PBR AT BBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1231/640/PBR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1231/640/PBR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday! And everyone knows what that means! It's PBR night at BBC's. One dollar beers. We usually have a really good size group go every week but it's starting to slow down. I feel we need to "kick it up a notch" this week. And I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that we are capable of doing this. If any of you are reading this and have never been there for Wednesday night... you need to get you're act together and show up. Lately Wednesday's have been starting later and later, and I've been hearing excuses like, "I'm tired", "I have class in the morning", "I'm on a diet", "I dont feel like drinking".... give me a break. What ever happend to getting drunk right after class or right after work like the good old days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I've tried to ditch out on PBR night before, I wont deny it. But I have a feeling that this week will be awesome. So be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112913172844835238?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112913172844835238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112913172844835238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112913172844835238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112913172844835238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/10/pbr-at-bbc.html' title='PBR AT BBC'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112869991934519447</id><published>2005-10-07T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:45:19.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WALGREENS MAKES JEN EXCITED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30052f&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1DB541DC4C5696434&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2F1031commercialproperties.com%2Fwalgreens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30052f&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1DB541DC4C5696434&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2F1031commercialproperties.com%2Fwalgreens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen's favorite store is Walgreens. Feel free to masturbate to this picture anytime you want to Jen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112869991934519447?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112869991934519447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112869991934519447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112869991934519447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112869991934519447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/10/walgreens-makes-jen-excited.html' title='WALGREENS MAKES JEN EXCITED'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112811644613753952</id><published>2005-09-30T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:55:10.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll eat anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a30051d&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;sid=1C678F014CADAD334&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thedrawingroom.biz%2Fimages%2F2002%2Fbrains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a30051d&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;sid=1C678F014CADAD334&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thedrawingroom.biz%2Fimages%2F2002%2Fbrains.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! OI! OI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Brains for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Brains for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Brains for brunch&lt;br /&gt;Brains at every single meal, &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have some guts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! OI! OI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains are all we ever get at this rotten fucking place, &lt;br /&gt;brains are all we ever get, why can't we have a change of pace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Brains for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Brains for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Brains for brunch&lt;br /&gt;Brains at every single meal, &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have some guts?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have some guts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have some fucking rotten guts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO JEREMY FOR THESE AMAZING LYRICS TO A TRUELY AMAZING SONG.  I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER LEARNING THEM WHILE DRIVING TO MINNESOTA WITH MY PARENTS "GOOD" CAR. &lt;br /&gt;  (*the radio is finicky to the touch and went out for the entire drive home&lt;br /&gt;  *the drivers seatbelt must be buckled into the "bitch" seatbelt connector&lt;br /&gt;  *the windows squeek when rolled up)  thanks mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112811644613753952?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112811644613753952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112811644613753952' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112811644613753952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112811644613753952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-eat-anything.html' title='i&apos;ll eat anything'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112801238156866825</id><published>2005-09-29T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:04:02.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEER vs. leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a300511&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;sid=1B0D6A8FFC5B2C334&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.science-projects.com%2FLeavesFall.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a300511&amp;uid=05056B9981BFA5234&amp;sid=1B0D6A8FFC5B2C334&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.science-projects.com%2FLeavesFall.GIF" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NckyRosie: hey, what you doing sat?&lt;br /&gt;Caspian689: I'm going to Bayfield with Angie for the weekend to see the fall colors and check out the waterfalls up there&lt;br /&gt;NckyRosie: whay&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;NckyRosie: that's lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes friends, it is true.  this was a true conversation between my friend and i.  what is he. . . 30?  i mean honestly?  isn't this something that you do when you're grown up and married or something?  don't get me wrong, i enjoy fall foliage and waterfalls as much as the next guy. . . but a whole weekend?  why couldn't you hang out with your old chums for a &lt;em&gt;night &lt;/em&gt; out of your weekend?  to me it just seemed a bit "old".  it's not a dis on you, dear Caspian689, but i just thought it was a bit funny.  dude you are in college!  lets go drink and not look at leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112801238156866825?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112801238156866825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112801238156866825' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112801238156866825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112801238156866825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/beer-vs-leaves.html' title='BEER vs. leaves'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112714461584411997</id><published>2005-09-19T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:47:47.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300518&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1DD3F7A05DECDE234&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.pirateflag.net%2Fjolly_roger_car_tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300518&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1DD3F7A05DECDE234&amp;o=0&amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.pirateflag.net%2Fjolly_roger_car_tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahoy! Today be a great holiday! It's Talk like a pirate day! Check out the website talklikeapirate.com. You can see some great pictures of how others have kicked off the day's celebration. You can also learn pirate lingo. I'm a bit mad I didn't get to dress like a pirate at work today, (eye patches are the coolest thing ever) oh well. Happy celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the chains,&lt;br /&gt;And the paintwork was all splatterdashed with other peoples brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was boarded, she was looted, she was scuttled till she sank,&lt;br /&gt;and the pale survivors left us by the medium of the plank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112714461584411997?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112714461584411997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112714461584411997' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112714461584411997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112714461584411997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/talk-like-pirate-day.html' title='TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112688799618788070</id><published>2005-09-16T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:10:20.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Never Drive Without My Cds Again!</title><content type='html'>Random complaining post..sorry, but the other day I was driving to work and I forgot my cds. As I realized this, I was overwhelmed with frustration knowing that for the next 40 minutes I would have to suffer and listen to shitty Milwaukee radio stations. Honestly.... what is up with the classic rock? Im not against classic rock by any means, but how about a little variety! I mean there is only one.... one..just one station that plays current alternative music. The rest... 70's 80's and 90's..or music that belongs in a waiting room or offices only! (103.7 doesnt even count as a station to me anymore) And even lazer...or "the hog"... which in itself is the dumbest name ever..has stopped playing new music...taking a huge step backword in my opinion. Why dont we have stations that play current music.. thats all im asking. Its ok that they dont play music that I listen to.. fine.. I accept that.. but can we at least have a few more stations that play songs that I didnt listen to when I was 9....thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112688799618788070?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112688799618788070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112688799618788070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112688799618788070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112688799618788070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-will-never-drive-without-my-cds.html' title='I Will Never Drive Without My Cds Again!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112673060306658079</id><published>2005-09-14T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:43:23.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOOBY'S PHONE</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I only make posts on here while I'm at work. Why? Because the majority of the day, I have nothing of importance to be doing. I believe that in previous posts you have heard Nicky or myself complain about a very animated man that sits in our office, we like to call Scooby. Now, Scooby currently sits approximately 10 feet away from where I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooby has NO concept how to use ANY type of piece of technology. But the worst, and I mean WORST is him trying to use his company cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time he has a problem with his cell phone, such as, "How do I end this call?" or "Could you check my voice mail for me...it seems to be broken." he will without a doubt, whine about how stupid it is to have cell phone that is so complicated and then REFUSE to learn how to use it himself because he says that he "has no time for that sort of thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer than 15 minutes ago this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;(The office is dead quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;: (says to himself) "Ok, now I have to call this guy back from this morning....(long pause)... Hmm... Now what does this mean?" (confused, still talking quietly to himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (I turn around and look at him rolling my eyes as I see him studying his phone, I turn back to my computer hoping he'll figure this one out on his own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scooby's phone&lt;/span&gt;: BEEP (super loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;: "Hmm... that was loud... sorry Beth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scooby's phone&lt;/span&gt;: BEE BOO BOO BEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, what the heck..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (knowing that he now somehow managed to put his phone on the loudest setting possible, maybe even speaker phone I try not to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scooby's phone&lt;/span&gt;: BEEP BEEP BEEP BOOP BEEP BEE BEE BOOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;: "Beth, I think something is wrong with this thing again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: "Is something wrong Scooby, do you need my help with something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;: "No! I need a new phone I think! Why is it so loud when I hit a button?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Now super annoyed that he actually thinks it's broken) "Well Scooby, it looks like you're going to have to call from you're desk phone." (Now laughing at him outloud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is how my conversation goes with Scooby on a daily basis. He is way to stubborn to ask for help from me for the first time. I think he was just trying to prove something to me, but I have no idea what. And of course I am stubborn ,so I refuse to just get up and help him out of the kindness of my heart. His phone now rings super loud and then when he answers it, I can hear the other person talking. He of course YELLS into his phone "hold on let me call you back on a different phone." This is going to continue for the rest of the day and I find it hilarious. (Does that make me a bad person?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112673060306658079?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112673060306658079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112673060306658079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112673060306658079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112673060306658079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/scoobys-phone.html' title='SCOOBY&apos;S PHONE'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112662968526776258</id><published>2005-09-13T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:41:25.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPORTS PRO</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll admidt it... some girls really dont know their sports. But, our good friend Nicky really takes the cake for failing sports 101. Nicky asked me yesterday at lunch, &lt;blockquote&gt;"Are the Steelers the Panthers?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;I mean... WOW. I'm going to have to say thats a BIG NO Nicky. I cant believe it. Hang in there kiddo, keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112662968526776258?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112662968526776258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112662968526776258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112662968526776258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112662968526776258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/sports-pro.html' title='SPORTS PRO'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112655260159297189</id><published>2005-09-12T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:32:57.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLING STONES</title><content type='html'>Nicky and I went to the Rolling Stones concert on Saturday night in Chicago. Needless to say it was an awesome show, but here are some highlights of the road trip to Chi-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to The Stones A-Z on the radio most of the ride there (that's a lot of Stones songs!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waited for an hour in traffic to get into the parking lot. Once we were by the parking lot, we found that it was full.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paid $16 to park in the lot 3 miles away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat in the steepest section of soldier Field. Trip down the stairs = certain death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$6.50 for a small cup of beer. WTF!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to watch &lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300510&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=18D1B3B03ECAC5234&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.askmen.ca%2Fmen%2Fentertainment%2Fpictures%2Fmick_jagger_150d.JPG"&gt;this old guy &lt;/a&gt;dancing around for a few hours on stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched old people get drunk and high... I hear it was like "just like they did in during the '78 tour"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surrounded by Bears fans. Ick. Good thing Jer wore his Brewers hat! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat next to &lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300527&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=18D1B3B03ECAC5234&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fnorthstargallery.com%2Fpages%2FIndia%2Findia11sm.jpg"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;. His dancing was at a whole new level of entertainment for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Ryan stumble into the car and pass out in 2 seconds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got back to Milwaukee around 1:30AM. Longest drive ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Stones were awesome and Soldier Field the ultimate place for a concert. Thanks again Jer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-BETH-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112655260159297189?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112655260159297189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112655260159297189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112655260159297189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112655260159297189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/rolling-stones.html' title='ROLLING STONES'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112602106067686206</id><published>2005-09-06T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:37:40.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A LIFE</title><content type='html'>I have a horrible secret to post today. I'm afraid to admit this but it has to come out eventually. I love to watch the show Laguna Beach on MTV. In fact, I'm addicted. I know that you're thinking that the show is nothing but a bunch of high school drama involving super rich kids. Well, you're right and I love it. Besides, this years Real World really sucks ass. So I need a different reality show to get excited about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was a really good episode and next week should be even better. Jen and I were talking about all the drama and what we hope will happen in the upcoming weeks for a good half hour last night. (Just like we do every Monday night) Well now here's the bad part of the story... I had a dream with one of the characters from the show in it. Steven. Why? I have no idea. But it bothers me that I had dream with Steven in it. The dream had nothing to with him but he was in it, and that's bad enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I AM a psychology major, I'll tell you all what that dream means... It means I need to get a life and stop watching crappy MTV shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112602106067686206?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112602106067686206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112602106067686206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112602106067686206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112602106067686206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-life.html' title='I NEED A LIFE'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112568848661706843</id><published>2005-09-02T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:14:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR NEW LOOK</title><content type='html'>So I decided to update our look a little bit. Nothing major i guess. Im not good at computer stuff..so this took a while to do. Not sure if people will like it or not, but at least it is a change!! Oh and I added a video too and we put up some links to check out on the right... well thats all for now. Oh ... I guess we are having some people over tonight as well since Joshy is is town!! Hooray Josh!! So come stop over if you want to.... might want to double check with Nicky on details first though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112568848661706843?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112568848661706843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112568848661706843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112568848661706843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112568848661706843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/09/our-new-look.html' title='OUR NEW LOOK'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112550773169335181</id><published>2005-08-31T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:13:28.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best after game tailgate ever? Yeah I think so.</title><content type='html'>Overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans up in the air as usual. Total chaos occured with everyone running around getting beer, money, changing clothes calling people last minute... typical... Arrived at the parking lot, thanks to Beth, and drinking comenced. Met two guys who were parked behind us from Minnesota and Brown Deer. More on them later. Decided that we should maybe stop tailgating since we were pretty much the only  ones out and the game had started. Nicky and Chris stuff their socks and pants with beer, which turned out to work  really well, even though Nicky looked pretty funny when she was walking. Got to our seats, which were by the bucket people, but they sucked kinda and werent loud. Minnesota boy however, was crazy and was leading the crowd in cheers...even though this was his first Brewer game. Dont ask me the score.. I dont know. Got drunk! Headed back to the car.. only to see hottie Minnesota boy and his brown deer friend.. im sure they have names but I have no idea what they were. Hottie Minnesota happens to have a great idea of playing hockey with these golf  clubs he had in his car and a beer can, girls v guys, which seriously was the   funnest thing ever!!Drinking, playing hockey, music playing, frisbee, tennis, peeing by the freeway. Look around and we are the last car in the parking lot. Even though we were all tired and drunk we headed over to BBC, and the two boys came with us. Definitely didnt need anymore beer at this point. So after the bar headed back to our house..with the boys following..only for more drinking to occur, and of course a little Jessica Simpson video viewing..which probably is the hottest video I have ever seen in my life..and I have that song in my head right now too! By 230 I had to call it a night and went to bed and the two boys slept over. Our house is seriously like a hotel. I think its like everyother night someone is sleeping on our couch, and there is a 70% chance I have no idea who they are! I just expect to see someone passed out on our couch when I wake up now.. seems odd when no one is there! But this morning there was only one boy on the couch and the other one was mysteriously missing.....hmmmmmm!!! ; )&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was an awesome time, but I feel like shit today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112550773169335181?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112550773169335181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112550773169335181' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112550773169335181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112550773169335181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-after-game-tailgate-ever-yeah-i.html' title='Best after game tailgate ever? Yeah I think so.'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112541634612376914</id><published>2005-08-30T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:40:50.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEAR SUNGLASSES AROUND NICKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30051d&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1FBF675C230B74134&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hair-styles.org%2FimageFJD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30051d&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1FBF675C230B74134&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hair-styles.org%2FimageFJD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nicky's hair is going to be very interesting to watch over the next week or so! She was a dark blonde... last night she become a yellow-blonde... and soon it's going to be SUPER blonde. This is just a little heads up for everyone, it'll be great to see how it turns out! Good luck Nicky. (The picture is what her hair looks like right now... well close to it. And it's only going to get better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112541634612376914?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112541634612376914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112541634612376914' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112541634612376914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112541634612376914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/wear-sunglasses-around-nicky.html' title='WEAR SUNGLASSES AROUND NICKY'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112534783102060402</id><published>2005-08-29T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:37:11.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewer Game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/1600/mil_tailgate_guys_229x1503.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/320/mil_tailgate_guys_229x1503.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.. a Brewer's game. People should come tomorrow for the game! It will be fun.. promise! And I think Beth and Nicky are dressing up like these old men...you dont want to miss out on seeing that now do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112534783102060402?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112534783102060402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112534783102060402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112534783102060402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112534783102060402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/brewer-game.html' title='Brewer Game?'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112508393178642049</id><published>2005-08-26T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:18:51.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Sucks</title><content type='html'>Today has got to be the worst friday at work EVER! Is anyone else having a really slow day today, where you feel like you will never be leaving!! Everyone has left the office so its just me... alone.. again. Sad. So I am tempted to leave...but im not that gutsy. Anyways to add to the slowness of time I also didnt bring anything to eat except carrots.. thinking I had money.. well I dont. So I have now consumed basically a whole bag of carrots and I was thinking to myself that I heard you can turn orange if you eat a lot of carrots.. so now Im a little worried I might turn orange!! I guess thats all I had to share....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112508393178642049?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112508393178642049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112508393178642049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112508393178642049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112508393178642049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-sucks.html' title='Today Sucks'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112500236133178013</id><published>2005-08-25T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:42:47.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chi-nese, jap-a-nese, dir-t-y knees, what are these? christmas trees!!!!</title><content type='html'>I found this under the description section of an item on ebay.  i frickin' love how chinese people talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know,china have long history around the world.You can see this item very wonderful. It is a typical art .it is very important and significance for investigating the old Chinese culture.If you win it you will get good lucky.It is rare and good for collection.If you are Chinese items collector,please do not miss so better chance to get it.Enjoying your bidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112500236133178013?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112500236133178013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112500236133178013' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112500236133178013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112500236133178013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/chi-nese-jap-nese-dir-t-y-knees-what.html' title='chi-nese, jap-a-nese, dir-t-y knees, what are these? christmas trees!!!!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112500158628303312</id><published>2005-08-25T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:33:12.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING TO HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30050e&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=14863373C2582E034&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.eldahar.co.uk%2FDaig%2FHell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a30050e&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=14863373C2582E034&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.eldahar.co.uk%2FDaig%2FHell.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, we had subs, chips and soda brought in for lunch. Well... when I went into the kitchen to get my 3rd helping of chips... I dropped a good size handful of chips on the floor. I picked them up and put them back in the bag! I'm so gross! I probably just lost all my friends by posting this. Sorry Nicky if you ate any of those chips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112500158628303312?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112500158628303312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112500158628303312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112500158628303312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112500158628303312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-going-to-hell.html' title='I&apos;M GOING TO HELL'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112497994579791083</id><published>2005-08-25T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:28:47.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 25th 2005 is today</title><content type='html'>So I get soo many spam emails a day for some reason.. well I know why.. but anyways today I got one from Famous Footwear about entering some prize drawing and literally this was the prize: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, join WKTI's Dan Kyle this Saturday from Noon to 1:30pm at The Shoppes at Nagawaukee in Delafield for a chance to win a 2 minute shopping spree inside the store! And, because you are a 'KTI Insider, from now until August 31, enter the Bonus Code "shoecrazy" for a chance to win a $50 worth of shoes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK first of all...I dont know how I am a KTI person..or what the hell that means. Second...... are you serious? A 2 minute shopping spree?!!! Thats not even enough time to walk in and glance at the shoes...cds .. sure I could do it.. but shoes? And second... $50 worth of shoes... thats barely enough to buy one pair! I think this has to be one of the cheapest contest Ive ever seen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I get another email that says: win $500 to McDonalds, Burger King or Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$500? Honestly!! Who could eat at McDonalds enough to spend that much money there!! SICK!! Anyways.. just thought I would share two of the worst worst prizes ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112497994579791083?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112497994579791083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112497994579791083' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112497994579791083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112497994579791083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-25th-2005-is-today.html' title='August 25th 2005 is today'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112491002699122681</id><published>2005-08-24T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:00:27.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is beyond me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a30052b&amp;uid=01AA0F8355900BC14&amp;sid=1A90621D215CBC034&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.shoplet.com%2Foffice%2Flimages%2FZSWI1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a30052b&amp;uid=01AA0F8355900BC14&amp;sid=1A90621D215CBC034&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.shoplet.com%2Foffice%2Flimages%2FZSWI1318.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want everyone to know that this is the most peculiar stapler that i've ever come across.  now some of you work in the office setting, so i know that you may be well aquainted with how one of these contraptions works, so if you'de be nice enough to tell me wtf thoes curvy things are, well then we'll talk.  and also that stand-like apparatis.  you know the part that's like 6 inces off the table.  please help me out in my struggle of understanding this piece of equipment. thanks to you all.&lt;br /&gt;nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112491002699122681?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112491002699122681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112491002699122681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112491002699122681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112491002699122681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-beyond-me.html' title='this is beyond me'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112490005972514720</id><published>2005-08-24T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:16:18.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUCKET BRIGADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a30050d&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;sid=108F4175536A9C034&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mlbsite.com%2Fplayers%2Fj%2Fjenkins_geoff%2Fjenkins_geoff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;sv=0a30050d&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;sid=108F4175536A9C034&amp;o=0&amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mlbsite.com%2Fplayers%2Fj%2Fjenkins_geoff%2Fjenkins_geoff2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Nicky and I got free tickets to the Brewer game! And what better night to go than a Tuesday night. For those who dont know... Tuesday night is Bucket Brigade night. (fans wear buckets on their heads and matching t-shirts) I highly suggest to everyone to go and experience the Bucket Heads. Awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights included:&lt;br /&gt;- Brewers kicked the Marlins ass 11-2.&lt;br /&gt;- Nicky and I sat on the hood of her car drinking beer for the tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;- The entire Oshkosh Baseball team plus their friends filled a section... they all had their shirts off.&lt;br /&gt;- The Bucket Brigade section brought their own horns to fire up the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw some old friends (love you MoFuckinSteveyJ)&lt;br /&gt;- Played frisbee in the parking lot after the game (while drinking)&lt;br /&gt;- got to look at Geoff Jenkins ass (see picture)&lt;br /&gt;- Nicky got a Brewers blanket&lt;br /&gt;- Got to scream "OOOOOOOOOO" super loud for Overbay (gotta love Overbay fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the more people we get to go with us the better it will be. Who is in for the next one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112490005972514720?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112490005972514720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112490005972514720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112490005972514720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112490005972514720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/bucket-brigade.html' title='BUCKET BRIGADE'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112482360631212027</id><published>2005-08-23T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:00:06.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In case anyone is as bored as I am right now...</title><content type='html'>More Monopoly money is printed yearly than real money throughout the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach can live nine days without its head before it starves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish scales are an ingredient in most lipsticks.  (ick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, every chocolate bar contains at least three insect legs. ...  :0  too gross to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% of human dry weight comes from bacteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98% of all murders and rapes are by a close family member or friend of the victim. ( I was just thinking of that show we watched last night about that husband... thats so crazy that his family didnt even know!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroaches favorite food is the glue on the back of stamps.   So I dont know who told me but I heard that some women licked an envelope and then a few days or weeks I dont know ..had an infection in her mouth and went to the doctor and they said that there must have been cockroach eggs on the glue on the envelope and they were growing in her tounge!!! SICK!!! So I wont be licking envelopes or stamps ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fish's memory span is 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full-grown pumpkin has about 15 miles of roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost writer pens an anonymous book. I only put this on there for memories of the show Ghost Writer.. haha.. great show!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112482360631212027?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112482360631212027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112482360631212027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112482360631212027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112482360631212027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-case-anyone-is-as-bored-as-i-am.html' title='In case anyone is as bored as I am right now...'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112472823188377399</id><published>2005-08-22T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:31:54.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JEN'S LINGO</title><content type='html'>Learning Jen's lingo can be a strange and confusing task.... for example, here's a quote from Jen on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Awww.... my light is like the little baby one. Beth, yours is like the big Father one. It's so bright. That's not fair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, who talks like that. Weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112472823188377399?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112472823188377399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112472823188377399' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112472823188377399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112472823188377399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/jens-lingo_22.html' title='JEN&apos;S LINGO'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112447481842307426</id><published>2005-08-19T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T13:17:21.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/1600/top.aerial.damage.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/320/top.aerial.damage.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went to CNN and saw that story on the tornado last night.. thats so crazy that there were so many..and someone died.. wow! Im glad no tornados came by us.. they cant in the city right? Or was someone lying to me? Anyways I love that at the end of the article they have a quote from a person that was in the tornado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were ... hiding behind the bar," he said. "We had beer, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure!!! Can't even put down your beer when there is a tornado outside!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112447481842307426?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112447481842307426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112447481842307426' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112447481842307426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112447481842307426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/beer.html' title='BEER!!!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112447354960625233</id><published>2005-08-19T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:45:49.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theyre not serious are they?</title><content type='html'>So I was reading this article about how they want to move animals from Africa like: elephants, cheetahs, lions etc over the the U.S. and have them live in the "great plains". They listed all the "great" reasons on why it should happen... but honestly I think it is the craziest idea ever! Its on MSN if youre bored and want to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112447354960625233?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112447354960625233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112447354960625233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112447354960625233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112447354960625233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/theyre-not-serious-are-they.html' title='Theyre not serious are they?'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112439662654174323</id><published>2005-08-18T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:25:36.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK!</title><content type='html'>I seriously just had the creepiest thing just happen to me. I was sitting at my little desk and all of a sudden I get this weird feeling like im being watched... but i look around and no one is in my little cube area. So I turn back around. But you know that feeling you get when you really think someone is looking at you... well thats how i felt so i look behind me again.. but this time i look up and there is this man who is tall and was totally looking at me over the cubicle wall, on the other side to my left and back. Seriously ... who does that? I have no idea how long he was even there looking.. but i turned around and gave him a weird look and he just sat down or something and disappeared. So now I am super paranoid that there is this man watching me all the time.... so creepy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112439662654174323?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112439662654174323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112439662654174323' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112439662654174323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112439662654174323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick.html' title='SICK!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112438249256805422</id><published>2005-08-18T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:28:12.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the word blog..</title><content type='html'>So I dont have anything to really say..i just didnt want to post on the last post thing so im making a new one.. that isnt going to say much. I am soooooo tired this morning. I think this is possibly the most tired I have been in a while. Went to drink cheap beer last night and left the bar early to get some sleep... that didnt seem to happen though because two noisy people were watching.. was it Zoolander... again?... twice in one day Beth?!..and being noisy drunken people. Anyways, so yeah im so tired today, and probably got 2 hours of sleep. But I get to go to the Olive Garden to eat in about 5 hours so thats fun! Free food and wine.. yes! Also I am happy that its not just us three posting comments now... yay!! Oh I came the closest ever to getting in a car accident this morning.. fun! I dont think I have recovered yet.Well thats all I can think of to fill this little "blog"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112438249256805422?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112438249256805422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112438249256805422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112438249256805422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112438249256805422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-word-blog.html' title='I hate the word blog..'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112437125131354694</id><published>2005-08-18T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:20:51.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I will from now on be locking my door at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112437125131354694?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112437125131354694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112437125131354694' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112437125131354694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112437125131354694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_18.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112430013334683414</id><published>2005-08-17T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:16:20.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desk</title><content type='html'>I felt like we needed a picture on here.. so I added one. This is where I spend 8 hours of my day...everyday: Isnt it great!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/1600/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/714/320/Picture10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dont know how Marks pictures are all in focus...mine are always blurry and weird for some reason.. ill blame it on the camera for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112430013334683414?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112430013334683414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112430013334683414' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112430013334683414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112430013334683414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-desk.html' title='My Desk'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112429356027832016</id><published>2005-08-17T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T10:46:00.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BARRY SCHULTZ</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a bunch of people went out to Dretzka Park (Northwest corner of Milwaukee by Menomonee Falls) to play Disc Golf. Of course we go on Tuesday, which is league night so it's super crowded. Well, on about the 6th hole we find out that the people in front of us REALLY good. Then someone clued us in and we found out that the guy playing in front of us was Barry Schultz! He's the current &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WORLD DISC GOLF CHAMPION&lt;/span&gt;, and he's from Milwaukee! Not only did my mouth drop when I watched him throw, but then I found out that he makes about 70 grand a year just from playing disc golf! Simply amazing. Also in the group ahead of us was the guy that ran the disc course at Dretzka. Turns out he has family in Manty that Nicky knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nicky should have asked for an autograph on her disc... but she didn't. Other people were asking for autographs but I guess playing right behind them was enough for her. Oh well. Maybe we will see them again out there sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;PS. Just letting everyone know that tonight is BBC night. Hamburger specials and $1 PBR's. We show up around 7:00. (I'll be leaving to go shoot darts at Wolski's for a bit with Rachel but I'll be at BBC's for part of the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112429356027832016?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112429356027832016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112429356027832016' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112429356027832016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112429356027832016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/barry-schultz.html' title='BARRY SCHULTZ'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112428796356491013</id><published>2005-08-17T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:14:01.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There really should be more to look at online!</title><content type='html'>What I have realized in the past 1/2 hour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Clockwork Orange is not a very interesting book to read&lt;br /&gt;- I am convinced I have a lack of SH2-B, and thats why I eat so much!&lt;br /&gt;- "Will a bigger salary make you happier?" is probably one of the dumbest questions asked&lt;br /&gt;- Celebreties need to stop changing their names.. Diddy? &lt;br /&gt;- There is not enough to read on the internet, that will fill up 40 hours a week&lt;br /&gt;- 1$ PBR is probably the best drinking deal ever! Anyone going tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- People need to leave comments on here more often so I have something to read.&lt;br /&gt;- I am almost certain I am the worst car parker ever.. and probably in the lower percentage of good drivers.&lt;br /&gt;- Yahoo horoscopes suck&lt;br /&gt;- I hate that healthy food is more expensive than junk food...even in a vending machine. &lt;br /&gt;- I would eat Qdoba everyday if I could.&lt;br /&gt;- I just remembered it is my moms birthday tomorrow... not good news... for more than one reason.&lt;br /&gt;- Spam mail sucks..a lot.. especially when you get asked daily if you want to become a cop because ladies love men in uniform. I think I get about 2 job offers a day as well. All thanks to signing up on so many websites that had prizes to win one day!&lt;br /&gt;- People start blogs about some dumb stuff... yarn? &lt;br /&gt;- You cant hear music if the computer is on mute...sadly this took me a while to notice&lt;br /&gt;- This day is going to go by extremly slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stop living under the wings of regret" Comeback Kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112428796356491013?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112428796356491013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112428796356491013' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112428796356491013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112428796356491013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/there-really-should-be-more-to-look-at.html' title='There really should be more to look at online!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112420927781363112</id><published>2005-08-16T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:21:17.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED? READ THESE BLOGS.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't put the links section on this page yet but until then, I'll give you all a few blogs that will keep you entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waiterrant.net"&gt;http://www.waiterrant.net&lt;/a&gt; This is a blog that started off at blogspot but then moved his site recently. He's a waiter in New York City at a very expensive bistro. He complains about all the stupid customers. He's also coming out with a book sometime, about the same topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; This is a blog where people from all over send a postcard into this site with their own secrets and artwork on it. (One of Nicky's favorite blogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecasualfriday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thecasualfriday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; This is just a stupid yet sometimes hilarious blog about his made up daily highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd give a little plug for these sites until I get the links section up. And I'll be posting more blogs that I read at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and here's a new blog that our friend just started. &lt;a href="http://milwaukeemark.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://milwaukeemark.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; It's a day in life of Mark in Milwaukee. Great pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112420927781363112?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112420927781363112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112420927781363112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112420927781363112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112420927781363112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored-read-these-blogs.html' title='BORED? READ THESE BLOGS.'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112420690834038499</id><published>2005-08-16T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:41:48.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STATE FAIRS HAVE WEIRD PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300523&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1960D4D8066402034&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdnr.state.il.us%2Forep%2Fc2000%2Fassessments%2Fdriftweb%2Fp11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tm.ask.com/r?t=c&amp;s=p&amp;amp;sv=0a300523&amp;uid=0357B78E9784B0604&amp;amp;sid=1960D4D8066402034&amp;o=0&amp;amp;amp;id=30752&amp;p=%2Ffr&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdnr.state.il.us%2Forep%2Fc2000%2Fassessments%2Fdriftweb%2Fp11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At State Fair there is a well known contest that is held every year. The Mooing Contest. That's right, it's a bunch of people standing on a stage... mooing. If that isn't weird enough, I work with last years winner. She won a year supply of milk, year supply of Cousins Subs, and a cow print jacket. The jacket is called a "Moosters" jacket. (Instead of Masters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had no idea that this thing was such a HUGE deal. This year, the women I work with that won (Jill) was a judge for this years contest. She was on TV and radio stations for all the publicity this year. This morning, she told me all about this years Mooing contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of this year actually competed last year and only took second. This year he won. He is a farmer from Appleton who imitated a calf. When they announced he won... HE STARTED CRYING. He was SO happy that he was named "Wisconsin's best cow mooer." However, Jill also said that the loser farmers were super upset when they didn't win. They were yelling and stomping their feet on stage acting like little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this must be a big hobby or something "up north". I can see it now... grown men sitting around on a hay bail in the barn with all their buddies/cousins/neighbors (or sometimes all in one) just practicing the art of mooing. Hmmm... I wonder if that's all they have to do up there. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nicky? Is this what you and your friends did in Manty for a little excitement? Let me know if you or others from "up there" ever practiced this fine art form&lt;/span&gt;. Jill however practically went up on stage last year and just said the word "moo" and everyone was in awe. Too bad hicks, keep practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Thanks Nicky for letting me use the picture of your first boyfriend. Was that your senior year of high school? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112420690834038499?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112420690834038499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112420690834038499' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112420690834038499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112420690834038499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/state-fairs-have-weird-people.html' title='STATE FAIRS HAVE WEIRD PEOPLE'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112414820528164555</id><published>2005-08-15T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:23:25.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jawbreaker bruise</title><content type='html'>So i hurt myself today at work.  it was totally all my fault that i tripped over an open drawer, but i'm blaming it all on this Matt guy that i work with, because he's the one that left the drawer open for me to trip on.  I now have a rip in the knee of my jeans and the skin was all torn off of it.  And there is an amazing looking bruise on the back side of my other knee as well.  at first it wasn't that bad looking, but as the day progressed, it started achieving a deep purply and blue apperance.  it's shaping up to be a pretty impressive bruise.  it's form is a complete circle with the colors changing in "ring form".  the center is actually still completely unharmed, but give it a day or two and i'm sure it will match up to the rest of the bruise.  it almost reminds me of a gobstopper or a jawbreaker where every layer is a different color!&lt;br /&gt;now i don't think that i have a single pair of jeans that DON'T have a hole or rip in them somewhere.  that settles it.  i 'll just have to go shopping!  either that or i'll have to start purchasing Carhartts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112414820528164555?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112414820528164555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112414820528164555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112414820528164555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112414820528164555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/jawbreaker-bruise.html' title='Jawbreaker bruise'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112413149851867585</id><published>2005-08-15T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:44:58.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>This was my horoscope today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to go into debt over something silly? Save your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I think it's kinda funny..considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112413149851867585?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112413149851867585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112413149851867585' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112413149851867585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112413149851867585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112411994316847301</id><published>2005-08-15T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:32:23.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND IN A NUTSHELL</title><content type='html'>Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went shopping at one of the best stores ever... Moda 3 downtown (Well, in Third Ward) And going there only made me want winter to come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jen and I met up with a ton of people at BBC's only to leave them all there to go to a different bar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ran into a guy at RC's that I met while visiting Marquette Mountain, Michigan last winter. Josh Bennett! (I actually have a past blog named after one of his quotes from up North)&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Cans only to find out that it was completely packed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Had some kind of small after party at our house. Complete with a random shirtless guy trying to get into our house for a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got a visit from a cop in the morning. Found out that the Domino's next door got robbed and I had to give them all of my information.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempted to see the band IFIHADAHIFI at River West Commons. But the show started late and I had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jen and I took a cab to the next bar and the cab driver was REALLY weird.&lt;br /&gt;4. Checked out a bar called Yield that use to be the Old Dragon Lounge. &lt;br /&gt;5. Met up with Chad, Mike, Tim, Ryan... bunch of people at Yield. (Good to see them all again)&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to Pizza Shuttle with Jen, Chad and Tim. Ate there until it closed. &lt;br /&gt;7. Jen and I waited almost an hour for a cab ride home. Stupid Cab Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watched the end of Bring it on Again. (sucked)&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched Coyote Ugly&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaned &lt;br /&gt;5. Watched Ace Ventura: Pet Detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112411994316847301?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112411994316847301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112411994316847301' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112411994316847301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112411994316847301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-in-nutshell.html' title='WEEKEND IN A NUTSHELL'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112411466730385828</id><published>2005-08-15T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:07:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fantastic blog by me!</title><content type='html'>Hello!! Monday morning...yes!! I love mondays, especially after a weekend of no sleep. Sometimes I think people should get a weekend from the weekend, and we should only have to work like 2 days a week...that would be amazing. So as you can already tell, this blog is going nowhere and will be uninteresting to most, but oh well, I dont really care too much. Oh, and what the hell is that comment on my other amazing blog.. about some loan thing?...weird. So anyways, I was going to try to post something Beth did when she was drinking this weekend, as she is pretty quick to blog anything I do when I am drunk, however I have come to the conclusion, that I got too drunk this weekend and cant remember too much, but Beth.. as soon as I do... it will be up here!! Speaking of drinking I had by third different beer last night.. I think it was call Bass.. maybe. Thats a beer right? Well anyways, Im not one to leave my miller light, but I have decided to branch out and a least try different beer. So far my conclusion is: blue moon..shitty :0..ick,  the little cow beer...ick again, Bass.. actually pretty decent. But really..can anything beat a miller light?.... I dont think so, but its my goal to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I hate the word blog. Only 4 days till AAR...yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112411466730385828?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112411466730385828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112411466730385828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112411466730385828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112411466730385828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-fantastic-blog-by-me.html' title='Another fantastic blog by me!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112387139497760636</id><published>2005-08-12T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:46:23.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate thinking of titles on here!</title><content type='html'>So I just read a story about this 50 something year old man in London who had surgery of some sort and when he woke up he was greeted by his THREE wives! I guess he had been with the first girl since '66 and then married again in '98 and then again in '03. Well then they all happened to go visit him in the hospital at the same time and found out that they were all married to him. So I guess he got arrested or something and had to pay this fine. But first of all..how could these women not know? I mean either he is really good at lying or he just married really naive women. Crazy! And also, why exactly is bigotry illegal? Not that I support it.. just wondering. I had this really gross man at work once talk to me about how it should be legal because its in the Bible.. he was all about religion.. turns out one day he stole money from the dropbox and the police came and arrested him at work. Has anyone else noticed that a lot of really religious people.. like the crazy religious people.. seem to be the ones who do things like that.. steal, etc? I can think of three examples just off the top of my head... weird. That was the only interesting story I have found to read today. Besides some waterfall that was found in California..which will more than likely get trashed within the next 5 years. Hopefully these next 2 hours go a lot faster than the previous 6... wow this is has been a long day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons"  FOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Bosio, who is a local band in Milwaukee. www.simplybosio.com &lt;br /&gt;Theyre really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Nicky is you read this.. I got an email from the rave that says click here to download the 2 drink tickets for tonights show for RBF. It doesnt seem like the link is working, but my computer here sucks sometimes about clicking on links, so if you want ill email it to you and you can see if it works.. if you didnt find any last night.. and if youre still going!(need your email though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112387139497760636?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112387139497760636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112387139497760636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112387139497760636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112387139497760636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-thinking-of-titles-on-here.html' title='I hate thinking of titles on here!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112386403706178200</id><published>2005-08-12T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:43:37.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"FRIDAY IS GOING TO BE HAWAIIAN SHIRT DAY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.visions.com/images/schoolDays/firstGrade/officeBrandonHawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.visions.com/images/schoolDays/firstGrade/officeBrandonHawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work today for the first time, I actually feel like I'm living my life like in the movie Office Space. That's right... today at work is Hawaiian day. "Feel free to wear a Hawaiian shirt." Give. me. a. break. We have these plastic lei's that everyone can wear. So I put one on and actually got laughed at by a mover guy that came up to my office. Kind of embarrassing. I only find it okay to wear those on very few occasions. Remember house parties that had a Hawaiian theme?... those were fun. But here, you cant "go all out" by wearing a grass skirt and coconut bra. nope, just one of those stupid shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, people get to bring in a ton of food that has to do with a Hawaiian theme for lunch. Everyone in the office has to bring something in. (I brought in Hawaiian Punch and those little umbrellas to go in the drink) So the good thing is that I get a huge free lunch hour that will last about 2 hours. Once the food is gone... I'll be very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd vent a bit. Hawaiian day has got to be the stupidest thing ever. (thanks to Lisa who thought it would be fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get me out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112386403706178200?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112386403706178200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112386403706178200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112386403706178200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112386403706178200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-is-going-to-be-hawaiian-shirt.html' title='&quot;FRIDAY IS GOING TO BE HAWAIIAN SHIRT DAY&quot;'/><author><name>BETH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869006042027725957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.owl-online.de/images/kinobilder/filme/zoolander-gross.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112385671577553848</id><published>2005-08-12T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T09:30:10.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant make catchy titles like Beth.</title><content type='html'>Why dont bands make good girl shirts? I mean really? I have the hardest time finding a good shirt by a band I like. Most of them are either really girly with butterflies or something on it...ick..im not 10!! (no offense if anyone here has a shirt like that or if some band sells a shirt like that..just not my thing), or they have some HUGE logo on it. Why dont they make simple cute shirts!! And then if they happen , by chance, to make a cute shirt it sells out in a second. I just found this Underoath shirt that I LOVE and..yep its sold out! Grrr that makes me so upset. And antoher thing.. bands need to make more tank tops for girls as well!! That was all I have for now. I am alone at work.. the only one who is here today.. im bored and lonely today :(   (but I have a book today.. thanks Nicky..where is Nicky anyways..she never posts anything.. maybe she actually works at her job unlike us...doubt it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to AAR "Top Of The World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so greedy.&lt;br /&gt;A dollar's a penny to you&lt;br /&gt;When hearts are beating&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want 'em to do.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting away... I see you.&lt;br /&gt;When the top of the world falls on you&lt;br /&gt;Finally a day, don't wanna be you.&lt;br /&gt;When the top of the world falls on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112385671577553848?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112385671577553848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112385671577553848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112385671577553848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112385671577553848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-make-catchy-titles-like-beth.html' title='I cant make catchy titles like Beth.'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112378162565730160</id><published>2005-08-11T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:43:41.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOWS SHOWS SHOWS : ) !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I don't know what has happened...but The Rave has FINALLY got some good shows coming to Milwaukee.. like a ton really. I know that most people who read this aren't into the same music I like, even though every band below is awesome.. (some more than others though) Well I thought I would post the shows coming below.. Its more of a selfish post so I can look on here and remind myself. But if anyone posts on here and likes one of the following bands... Well ...I would think you're pretty awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All American Rejects with Number One Fan &lt;/strong&gt;( who I believe is from Milwaukee) -August 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Boys Confusion &lt;/strong&gt; August 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finch/RX Bandits/ A static Lullaby and The Exit &lt;/strong&gt; August 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance/Alkaline trio/Reggie...&lt;/strong&gt;... September 21st...Wow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Against Me!&lt;/strong&gt;  October 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THRICE!!!! with UNDEROATH The Bled and Veda&lt;/strong&gt;..possibly the best show in a while!! October 20th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOX Fall out Boy XOX with The Starting Line, Motion City Soundtrack, Boys Night Out, Panic At The Disco &lt;/strong&gt;November 16th!!! Also will be an awesome show...all great bands!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hawthorne Heights with Silverstein &lt;/strong&gt;(who is quickly becoming one of my favorite bands) November 26th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I cant see right now.. but if anyone knows of any good local shows at miramar, mad planet. shorewood legion etc.. let me know!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Sat. Somerset and Facing New York are coming to Miramar... not like anyone here will go see them, but they are both really good. So if you feel like seeing a live show this weekend.. check them out!! 7:30 I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... at Mad Planet August 28th:&lt;br /&gt;STEEL TRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIMBECK&lt;/strong&gt; * DAYS AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SALTSHAKERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still listening to Fall out Boy xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite part of track 12: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to obsess over living,&lt;br /&gt;Now I only obsess over you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you'd like boys like me better&lt;br /&gt;In the dark lying on top of you&lt;br /&gt;This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)&lt;br /&gt;Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one&lt;br /&gt;And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... Im done obsessing over music for the time being....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112378162565730160?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112378162565730160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112378162565730160' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112378162565730160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112378162565730160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/shows-shows-shows.html' title='SHOWS SHOWS SHOWS : ) !!!!!!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112377809614468004</id><published>2005-08-11T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:34:56.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS IN THE AIR</title><content type='html'>Congrats to Amy and Steve for getting engaged! I'm so happy for them. I've known Amy since 2nd grade... awwww love you Amy! That wedding is going to rock. (So will the people standing up in the wedding) ha. congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112377809614468004?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112377809614468004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112377809614468004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112377809614468004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112377809614468004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-in-air.html' title='LOVE IS IN THE AIR'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112377755013942277</id><published>2005-08-11T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:25:50.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOL...SKI SKI SKI SKI.</title><content type='html'>At Wolski's Tavern last night. (the best bar, in the history of bars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth: Hey John (the bartender), you should put on that Keller Williams cd that you always play in here for Rachel and I.&lt;br /&gt;John: Why do you two always come in here and make me put that on?&lt;br /&gt;Beth: We shoot (darts) better when it's on for some reason... and we like to dance to it.&lt;br /&gt;John: Dance and shoot at the same time? &lt;br /&gt;Beth: hell yeah John! I'll dance right now. (breaks out in a horrible dance in the middle of the bar)&lt;br /&gt;John: ok, ok. stop dancing Beth, I dont want people to see me talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Beth: Too late. I'll only stop if agree to put the cd on for us.&lt;br /&gt;John: fine fine.&lt;br /&gt;Beth: Good. And while you're back there putting on the music, get me another beer. (still dancing)&lt;br /&gt;John: Wow, it's weird to think I had to put up with this crazy shit when you use to be in here every day... I kinda missed it.&lt;br /&gt;Beth: Good to hear, because I'll be in here almost every Wednesday now.&lt;br /&gt;John: Shit. I'm quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Dart Tournament Sept 4th. Wolski's. Playing cricket only. BE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that "I closed Wolski's" bumper sticker didn't hurt getting off of your back last night Ryan. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112377755013942277?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112377755013942277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112377755013942277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112377755013942277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112377755013942277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/wolski-ski-ski-ski.html' title='WOL...SKI SKI SKI SKI.'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112377662627877905</id><published>2005-08-11T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:25:58.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>................</title><content type='html'>Hello! So another day at work with nothing to do. I really need to remember a book tomorrow!! I was just reading the news on CNN (I just found out they let me on that website) and I read this story about this guy, in Korea I think, that played this online video game for 50 hours straight and only took a few short breaks to rest. Well I guess his mom sent someone over to tell him that he needed to go home and he said he would be right there, but then he died of a heart attack from exhaustion and he was only 28!! Wow... I think that would be so shitty to spend the last 50 hours of your life, playing a game online. They really have some interesting stories on there, I never knew that. I don't really read the news at all, but since I have restricted internet usage, it seems to be the only thing I can read. Maybe I will end up being really smart after this summer.. Well I only read the interesting stories, not the important ones about the war, economics, etc. Well sorry for boring whoever read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to &lt;strong&gt;Dance Dance &lt;/strong&gt;by Fall Out Boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed its still rainy out.. .I hope they don't cancel Jazz in the park :(&lt;br /&gt;Also, I didnt know that BAR Milwaukee closed last fall. Not that I ever went there or wanted to. But they are opening a new bar calledBuckhead Saloon that looks really cute, and will have live music and DJ's... fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112377662627877905?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112377662627877905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112377662627877905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112377662627877905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112377662627877905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='................'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112369797808162228</id><published>2005-08-10T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:28:37.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BURTON</title><content type='html'>Some people may not find any of this interesting but just deal with it for now. I'll take this post down later. But for those of you who are bored sitting at work, it'll give you something to read for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just looking up when the next Burton winter catalog was comming out. And they just announced it will be out in the beginning of October. They also say that it's going to be even bigger than last year. All new stuff to look at! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you check the Burton website, you'll see that some stuff is being changed for the upcomming year. They're adding a section on the site! They're getting together with itunes and they are making a list of songs that the pros often listen to while riding.From there you can download the music and make it into a cd. I think it'll be pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw that they are adding departments in they're company. So they're hiring people like mad! They have some pretty SICK job openings. Things like traveling all over the world and just asking people to test out new gear then ask what they would change about the new product. I'd take that job in a second. Anyway, just thought I'd update you all for those who are into the winter sports like I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I cant wait for winter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112369797808162228?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112369797808162228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112369797808162228' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112369797808162228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112369797808162228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/burton.html' title='BURTON'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112369031136352416</id><published>2005-08-10T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:11:51.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKING! JEN FEELS LIKE SHIT!</title><content type='html'>Well it's official. My alcohol consumption seems to have spiked by four thousand percent in the past week. However, according to the last post Jen made, she's doing worse than I am. This morning I was tired but once i got to work, I was really busy and drank a ton of Mt. Dew so I'm feeling better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Jen left out one of the most amusing parts about last night. Jen and I went to Vitucci's as our last stop in the bar hop. We of course knew half the bar because most of them were employees just hanging out. But there was one guy there that we should not have talked to. Mike Vitucci. That's right, leave it to Jen and I to find the owner and start talking to him while Jen is swaying just standing in one place. As some of you know, the back bar is being remodeled. Well, let me tell you all a little known fact about Jen... after about 537 beers she gets to be a pretty honest and blunt person. She continues to tell Mike that the new back bar looks like shit and she doesn't like it. I'm not saying that telling him the truth to him is bad but she ripped on the new bar for a good 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: "Well, I think the walls need to be a completely different color."&lt;br /&gt;Mike: "oh. What color do you think it should be then?"&lt;br /&gt;Jen:"To start, I would go with a darker color. Maybe a gray. And the lighting looks awful in here. What are those....? Yellow lights. Ahhhh... I hate those too. I just like the bar the way it use to be. I hate to say this but i don't think anyone is going to want to sit back here anymore. It's just not cozy like it use to be. It's way to open and big feeling. I do like the black seats, those are fine but you could've gone with maroon seats. I guess either way. Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Jen turned into Ms. Interior Decorator. I think it's from watching WAY TOO much HGTV. After she told all of this to Mike, he rolled his eyes and walked away. Then Jen continued to talk about how shitty the back bar was to and old bartender that was there. (Tim) At that point I decided that Jen needs to get home. We go outside and wave down a cab to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112369031136352416?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112369031136352416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112369031136352416' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112369031136352416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112369031136352416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/shocking-jen-feels-like-shit.html' title='SHOCKING! JEN FEELS LIKE SHIT!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112368848372929629</id><published>2005-08-10T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:41:23.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>So yeah.. im posting again. This day is going to post crazy. Anyways, i forgot to bring a book and i pissed, but thats not what i was going to post. My favorite cd is totally trashed. Im so upset, this has ruined my week. Im awful with cds and probably 57% skip at some point on the cd, it sucks. Well my Underoath one.. just doesnt even play. This is so upsetting, worse than when I put my favoirte Thrice cd in only to see it say "nocd" bc it had a huge gash in it. Anyways, this was a pointless post but i dont care, so sorry to whoever reads this. I dont even know who does, if anyone does really... besides Mark. :) And Beth I am sooo thankful I didnt talk to your brothers friend last night.. wow.... that was an embarrasing moment saved for sure! Oh and i really dont like the quote thats on here. Can you change that!! Im pretty sure thats all had to say for, at least the next 1/2 hour anyways. Im super hungry and want a bean burrito from Taco Bell...yum!! (no spell checking again.. sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Im really liking &lt;strong&gt;Frou Frou &lt;/strong&gt;right now... anyone else?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112368848372929629?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112368848372929629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112368848372929629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112368848372929629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112368848372929629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112368602541098573</id><published>2005-08-10T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:11:59.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like shit</title><content type='html'>Wow... I am so so hungover right now. Last night Beth and I went our for "dinner" at BBC.. well that some how turned into me getting really drunk despite having to work today. And really this feels kinda weird to be typing. Its usually Beth who types the what we did blogs.. but anyways, my plan was just to go out and drink a vodka lemonade and go eat somewhere. Well I got the eating part accomplished but my vodka lemonade turned into too many beers and a few shots in between. So now I am sitting at work ( after arriving late.. woke up at 8:23, left the house at 8.:27..im sure you can imagine how great I look right now).. bored and hungover, perhaps still a little drunk. Driving here wasnt too much fun either. I have confirmed to myself that i would be a terrible drunk driver. First my birthday incident, now today I was .005 seconds from running a red light and getting hit by this huge truck, which was only prevented by me slowing down to look at this girls hair and then notcing she was stopped!! But despite how I feel and kinda not remembering how we got home... (did we walk Beth?) it was fun. At rascals there was this really drunk guy.. the type who can barely stand so they just sit on the floor and talk to you..yeah. Ive never heard a  guy use so many lines in one conversation!! They ranged from "your beautiful" to " I will buy you anything.. a house, a yaught, a ring" .. wow!! Granted,they were a little hard to understand between the slurring and him spilling his drink on me. But in any case it added some amusement to the night. And I also have added a new thing that I hate.. shitty, high on themselves, bouncers. The bouncer guy at rascals started giving the drunk guy I was talking about before shit when he was leaving and totally escalated the whole situation. The guy was obviously drunk and yet the bouncer repeatedly provoked him when he was leaving. God I hate guys like that soo much. There is nothing more unattractive than a guy with a maucho attitude..especially when they are bouncers. Well I am too tired to write anymore right now, but since I am bored at work and now have to stay till 5 since I came in later, I will be posting more random things today. Also I dont feel like spellchecking or rereading thit to see if it makes sense. So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song this hour/today/for the last month: &lt;strong&gt;A Boy Brushed Red.... Living In Black And White &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;UNDEROATH&lt;/strong&gt;    ... love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your lungs have failed and they both stopped breathing&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dead and its way past beating&lt;br /&gt;Something has gone terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, you're scared, we're scared of this&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;I never told you but its all in your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your goodbyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just decided that I am going to put good songs to check out on here when I post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112368602541098573?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112368602541098573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112368602541098573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112368602541098573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112368602541098573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-like-shit.html' title='I feel like shit'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112361147064749370</id><published>2005-08-09T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:35:35.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prototypical non-conformist</title><content type='html'>So, I have nothing to do at my job.. and I mean nothing. I dont have access to the internet all that much. This and MSN is pretty much all I can look at. So since I have nothing to do I am just going to post all day to keep myself busy. So this might be boring to read.. but I dont care.. it's keeping me busy for at least 20 minutes! Anyways, Im coming off of 12 hours of sleep .. I am still tired. I dont know why.. I think I have some sort of disease that makes you tired. That or I just love to sleep way more than normal people do. Which is probably the case anyways. I would list it as a hobby, but then I would feel a little lazy when other people list their hobbies of biking, hiking, running and other way to active things for me. I really dont get how people can enjoy running. Ive tried, but really the whole gasping for air, legs feeling like theyre going to collapse at any second.. just doesnt add up to fun for me. I have made the decision to try to be more active this winter though. I was going to try to be active this summer.. but that just hasnt really turned out too well.   (where are my skateboarding lessons!!!) Anyways, I ve decided to try snowboarding again, which I am super excited about. I dont think I have looked forward to winter this much before. Snowboarding, Packer games, trading uncomfortable tank tops for comfy sweaters!! Yes! Also winter should end my online shopping addiction I get every summer. I dont know how it happens but it seems that during summer I go overboard and buy so much stuff online. I think the mailman only thinks I live here!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. An awesome band you should check out is Underoath. Their new CD is amazing. Also I am addicted to the new Fall Out Boy CD and the All American Rejects CD, both of which I listen to way too much. Thrice is coming October 20th with Underoath and The bled... if you dont know who Thrice is.. youre missing out!! Listen to Artist in the Ambulance, Stare at the sun and Melting point of wax.. all great songs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song of the day: Admit it by Say Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Admit it!&lt;br /&gt;Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance &lt;br /&gt;And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs &lt;br /&gt;You know nothing about art or sex &lt;br /&gt;That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine &lt;br /&gt;Prototypical non-conformist &lt;br /&gt;You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo &lt;br /&gt;You adhere to a set of standards and tastes &lt;br /&gt;That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit) &lt;br /&gt;Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art &lt;br /&gt;Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern &lt;br /&gt;You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path &lt;br /&gt;It’s disgusting, its offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112361147064749370?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112361147064749370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112361147064749370' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112361147064749370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112361147064749370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/prototypical-non-conformist.html' title='Prototypical non-conformist'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112359947457853239</id><published>2005-08-09T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:57:54.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL SEASON</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year... football season! Some of you came over to our house last season for the Packers vs. Colts game. We had chairs, a tv, food and everything else outside in the yard. I'm just letting everyone know that I'm thinking about picking a game to do that again. I'll let everyone know when once the regular season starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I have to let everyone know this little secret Jen and I found out. During Packer games, Axel's has free pizza at half time! So if you're looking for a great place to watch the game other than our house... hit that place up. But get there early to get a spot to sit. Go Packers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112359947457853239?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112359947457853239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112359947457853239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112359947457853239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112359947457853239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/football-season.html' title='FOOTBALL SEASON'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112309833761465347</id><published>2005-08-03T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:45:37.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD CHAIN MAN</title><content type='html'>Two men were walking past me last night while out at a bar. One guy was bigger... the type that liked to show off his muscles. Plus he was wearing a black shirt so small it looked like something that would fit Jen. Oh yeah, and he was wearing a rather large gold chain. I'm sure you all know the type. The other guy was smaller and dressed in a striped button shirt while sipping his fruity flavored martini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys saw me standing at the bar waiting for service and decided to stand painfully close to me. Then it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, ahhhh, how's it goin'" starts the gold chain man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not bad." I reply, while leaning further over the bar to see if I can spot the bartender... praying he gets my drink a bit faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what dya do fo a livin'?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a that moment I noticed there was something wrong with the way he spoke. From out of town... A lisp... something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught off guard by the way he spoke and trying to be polite, I just tell him I'm student and left it at that. I didn't feel it was mandatory to get into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he says the key phrase. Something that sounded like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I moved out heaw neawly fow yeaws ago fwom Minnesota. I'm a bounsew at a baw downtown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF... Holy cow, this huge macho looking guy couldn't pronounce his "R's". Instead, it sounded like he replaced them all with "W's". I almost spit my drink out like in a movie or something. It sounded so weird. I haven't heard somebody speak like that since my little brother about 11 years ago. (Or Barbara Walters on 20/20) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was think what a horrible bouncer he would make. Nobody would take him seriously. I could then picture him yelling something like, "Get out wight now!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would just start to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our small talk. And I was hoping that he would say something at least kind of funny so I could let out the huge built up laughter inside me. Of course he didn't. I waited it out and laughed later about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should marry a guy like that, I would laugh all the time. They do say that laughter is the key to every relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112309833761465347?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112309833761465347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112309833761465347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112309833761465347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112309833761465347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/gold-chain-man.html' title='GOLD CHAIN MAN'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112308777233170539</id><published>2005-08-03T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:51:54.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MORPHIN TIME!</title><content type='html'>I just happen to come across this which could very possibly be the best writing of all time! It's from a little show called Power Rangers... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;blockquote&gt;In a time of great strife, a&lt;br /&gt;               legendary interdimensional being&lt;br /&gt;               known as Zordon, came to the city&lt;br /&gt;               of Angel Grove to establish a&lt;br /&gt;               vanguard in the never ending&lt;br /&gt;               struggle against evil.  with the&lt;br /&gt;               aid of his trusted assistant,&lt;br /&gt;               Alpha 5, the noble master sought&lt;br /&gt;               out six extraordinary teenagers&lt;br /&gt;               and gave them the power to&lt;br /&gt;               transform into an UNSTOPPABLE&lt;br /&gt;               fighting force.  In time of great&lt;br /&gt;               need, the young heroes could now&lt;br /&gt;               call upon colossal assault&lt;br /&gt;               vehicles known as "Zords".  while&lt;br /&gt;               the identity of the six remained&lt;br /&gt;               a guarded secret, their&lt;br /&gt;               courageous exploits soon became&lt;br /&gt;               the stuff of Legend, earning them&lt;br /&gt;               the title...  The Mighty Morphin&lt;br /&gt;               Power Rangers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112308777233170539?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112308777233170539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112308777233170539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112308777233170539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112308777233170539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-morphin-time.html' title='IT&apos;S MORPHIN TIME!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112257941318989508</id><published>2005-07-28T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T14:43:16.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THEN WHERE THE HELL DOES SANTA LIVE?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.arctic.noaa.gov/npole/2004/images/noaa2-2004-0429-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.arctic.noaa.gov/npole/2004/images/noaa2-2004-0429-0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that the North Pole is a dissapointment. I was thinking it was a great huge pole sticking out of the ground with tourists taking pictures of it and of course... Santa's house! Wrong. it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112257941318989508?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112257941318989508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112257941318989508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112257941318989508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112257941318989508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/07/then-where-hell-does-santa-live.html' title='THEN WHERE THE HELL DOES SANTA LIVE?!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112256566422177405</id><published>2005-07-28T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:47:44.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"SO... ANYTHING NEW?"</title><content type='html'>I really hate when you talk to someone that you haven't seen in along time and the most difficult question is asked. "So... Beth... Anything new?!" Well this is a question that I always answer,"Ummm...(pause and &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; to think) no, not really. How about you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I mean to be rude at all. I just cant think of anything EVER when I'm put on the spot. This is because I have to think about the last time I saw this person and then from that date think about what has been "new" that they care to hear about. And I always wonder if they really want to know "whats new" or if they're just being nice and trying to start a conversation. Since I can never tell the difference I just take the easy way out and avoid the question. If anyone REALLY wants to know then be prepared to wait a few minutes while I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I do come up with an answer, I will not guarantee that it'll be worth the time spent for me to think of something. So... my apologies to everyone... I just dont have an interesting or fast changing life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this in mind, I found a solution to this problem. I'm now going to make it a point to think about this question before I go out in public. Of course... there is no way of knowing exactly who I will be running into. So I'll think of a few things (maybe 3) that "are new" for a wide range of people. That way I can just switch up my answer depending on the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further delay, I'm going to take the time to list a few things that are new with me. (And it's nothing really personal because, after all this is for the general public to see) None of us have been able to write much lately so this is a good time to fill people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: list contains nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My bottom left wisdom tooth is coming in so I've been in a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;-I joined in the Harry Potter craze and read the new book that just came out.&lt;br /&gt;-We got a new DVD player for the house because the other one broke.&lt;br /&gt;-I quit my "no drinking soda" diet. &lt;br /&gt;-I dont work out anymore&lt;br /&gt;-However,I did pick up rock climbing this summer&lt;br /&gt;-My sun burn is gone from tubing on the Apple River.&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky and I dont sit 3 feet from each other at work all day right now... she's working on a project at a different warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;-I've ate Macaroni every day for lunch for the past week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky and I went sailing and almost died.&lt;br /&gt;-I've gone out to the bars 5 nights out of the past week and now I live on soda and aspirin to keep my eyes open and to able to stand up without it hurting. (yes I'm getting old and cant handle it anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about good enough. (told you all I'm boring, maybe people will eventually learn not to ask anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112256566422177405?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112256566422177405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112256566422177405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112256566422177405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112256566422177405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-anything-new.html' title='&quot;SO... ANYTHING NEW?&quot;'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112128642576205090</id><published>2005-07-13T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:27:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTEL ALIAS</title><content type='html'>This is a completely random blog today. So just deal. So, I'm busy at work and I was thinking about the #1 perk if I were famous. And by far that #1 perk is having the privilege of making up an alias name when you stay at hotels! Just think of the possibilities! Then it hit me... maybe, I don't have to be famous to have an alias name at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time I go to a hotel, I'm going up to the front desk and saying, "If anyone calls or stops in, please don't tell them I'm here. I will be staying under the name __fill in the blank__. Please only allow the people that use that name, be aloud to talk to me. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course the front desk is going to be thinking... "Wow, either that was someone famous that I just don't recognize or they are a complete wacko."&lt;br /&gt;Either way, just seeing the faces on the people behind the main desk will be all worth it. Not to mention the fun I would have coming up with a cool name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112128642576205090?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112128642576205090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112128642576205090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112128642576205090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112128642576205090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/07/hotel-alias.html' title='HOTEL ALIAS'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112119661787600625</id><published>2005-07-12T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:30:17.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIP IS OVER BUT WE STILL FEEL THE BURN</title><content type='html'>Nicky and I went camping and tubing in Summerset, WI down the Apple River this past weekend. And let me tell you 5 things that I've learned while being on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- never try to go into the park's womens bathroom at 8:30AM. The line is about a half hour to get in the door. For some reason, there are chicks that need to shower, do their make-up, and curl their hair just to go down the urine filled river for 5 hours. I just dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make sure the radio works for the entire 7 hour car ride. Listening to Nicky sing the songs "Jingle Bells" and "Home on the Range" can make you want to push her out of the car. (but she was driving so I let her stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not the only person that thinks people from Manitowoc are practicaly their own species. (see previous blog on Manitowoc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wear sunblock. Blisters on your chest dont feel the greatest, now i probably have skin cancer knowing my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need to keep one of those kid leashes and harness things on Nicky when she's drunk. There were tons of tents filled with guys in a 50 foot radius. If she had a leash I could've just tied her to a tree or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112119661787600625?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112119661787600625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112119661787600625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112119661787600625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112119661787600625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/07/trip-is-over-but-we-still-feel-burn.html' title='TRIP IS OVER BUT WE STILL FEEL THE BURN'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112111033173087618</id><published>2005-07-11T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:33:50.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HOUSE IS NOW FULL</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, Josh moved out of the house and is on to bigger and better things. However, someone named Jason just moved in. Some of you have already met him if you were at Nicky's birthday party. If you haven't met Jason then you should stop on by. Just as a warning though... he isn't around very much so call one of us first. He's living in the room closest to the kitchen. In my opinion, he has made the room the coolest so far out of all the people that have stayed in there. I'm sure most of you will get a chance to see it since a ton of people seem to be staying over at our house this summer. Anyway, just thought i would let everyone know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112111033173087618?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112111033173087618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112111033173087618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112111033173087618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112111033173087618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-is-now-full.html' title='THE HOUSE IS NOW FULL'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-112058680987696058</id><published>2005-07-05T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:06:49.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE AFTERMATH</title><content type='html'>We had a party for Nicky's birthday on the 3rd of July. It seemed to be the usual cookout in the afternoon followed by the drunk friends turning it into a house party at night. This party was complete with 3 barrels, food, streaking, keg stands, and of course drunken friends shotgunning jumbo beers shouting, "NIIICKYYY... HAPPY F*CKING BIRTHDAY!" at all hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember everything from the party but judging on the way the house and yard looked the next morning... we had a pretty good time. Here are some things I found the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a house full of people I didn't recognize on random couches &lt;br /&gt;2. flowers givin to Nicky in which a 40oz. was the vase&lt;br /&gt;3. a manikin hand (which scared the shit out of me when I saw it)&lt;br /&gt;4. sloppy joe, some kind of bread, and noodles soaking in the sink&lt;br /&gt;5. a guy passed out with nail polish, highlighter and Sharpie marker all over him&lt;br /&gt;6. cigarette butts found sporadically on the floors&lt;br /&gt;7. the smell of gas coming from our stove because the pilot light went out somehow&lt;br /&gt;8. a guy in Jen's room... no surprise there. (just kidding Jen)&lt;br /&gt;9. Jimmy John's wrappers all over which somehow got wet and are now stuck to our floor and coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;10. a variety of bugs &lt;br /&gt;11. burned out kitchen light&lt;br /&gt;12. frosting smeared on the arm of the couch, on towels in the bathroom, on people, and on blankets&lt;br /&gt;13. a handful of woodchips in the bathtub... weird because we have no woodchips by our house.&lt;br /&gt;14. empty jar of pickles, but a carrot in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;15. then found the pickles placed out on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;16. broken cd player because it spent the night in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;17. an unknown car parked in our lot at a horrible angle so nobody else can park.&lt;br /&gt;18. a bruise on Nicky's arm in the shape of a handprint (she doesn't know how it got there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and no, we haven't cleaned yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-112058680987696058?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/112058680987696058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=112058680987696058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112058680987696058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/112058680987696058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/07/aftermath.html' title='THE AFTERMATH'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-111956075200822430</id><published>2005-06-23T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:05:52.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK CLIMBING</title><content type='html'>It's official... three of the roommates (including myself) have got into rock climbing lately. Not long ago Josh, Nicky, and I went to an indoor rock climbing gym to learn how to rock climb. We sat in on a beginner class hoping to learn how to instantly become amazing athletes. Of course we later found out that the 1st class just teaches you how to make the knots, put on a sit harness, and safety rules. Knowing this information was interesting and all, but they failed to teach us how to actually "climb up the wall". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: Here's me standing at the bottom of the enormous rock wall all strapped and clipped in with a harness and ropes... and at the other end of the rope...is Nicky. I look over at her and see her concentrating SUPER hard on how to make the correct knot onto her harness. She says, "Don't worry Beth, I got you. I think I got the knot right this time." I then take a deep breath and instantly begin to feel nauseous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this first climb wasn't really an advanced part of the wall but it wasn't exactly the easiest either. I see that half way up, there is a slight overhang that I have to get around somehow.  The teacher says, "It's not that hard, you'll just have to use some muscle." HA! This instructor &lt;em&gt;obviously &lt;/em&gt;doesn't know me very well. The most muscle I use on a normal basis is a maybe a swift walk down to the bar at night. And it's not that I didn't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to get a good workout... OK, I didn't want to. But still, I gave it a shot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While up in the middle of the wall, you get a little tired. So you kind of rest a minute and hope that feeling in your arms return sometime soon. BUT there's always those people on the ground that yell up to you things like, "COME ON! YOU CAN DO THIS!", "YOU'RE ALMOST DONE, KEEP GOING!",and "JUST PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT, 3 FEET UP ON THE TINY LITTLE PURPLE ROCK THEN JUST PULL YOURSELF UP!" So now, you're thinking two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Dude, I can't go any higher, I don't bend that way."&lt;br /&gt;2) Great now everyone in the gym is staring at all the commotion (me) and noticing my lack of talent and muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO sore after I left the gym that night. In fact our arms hurt so bad that nicky complained that it hurt to push the buttons on the car door. And I actually looked at my biceps to see if they got noticeably bigger after one night of rock climbing, because it sure felt like they did. (I'm an idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have to say in all honesty that it was a fun time going there. We are actually going again tonight. And in the near future we are taking the next class to learn how to actually "climb with skill". So if anyone wants join our attempt to become the ultimate climbing machines, feel free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BETH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-111956075200822430?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/111956075200822430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=111956075200822430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111956075200822430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111956075200822430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/06/rock-climbing.html' title='ROCK CLIMBING'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-111954506168187122</id><published>2005-06-23T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:44:21.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>electronics and lager don't go well together</title><content type='html'>hello to everyone who reads this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to share a little story with everyone that would hopefully prompt you to respect electronic equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intent of the night was to not get hammered.  i had decided this so that i would be fully functional the next day to drive back home and attend a wedding without any feeling of a hangover.  well, i decided that i didn't want to drink beer, cause i knew that it sometimes gave me bad headaches which can last all the next day.  also, sometimes the day after drinking beer, some tend to feel a bit bloated and not wanting to wear anything but their pj's all day.  well i certainly didn't want that, knowing that i would have to fit into a nice dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all this mind, i decided that i should drink white russians rather than beer.  needless to say, my intent of not getting hammered resulted in the complete opposite.  we pre-partied, and then went to Patty's irish pub where i had somehow been drinking a harp beer.  already my plan had foiled.  while sitting out on the patio, i was talking some nonsense about the different colored m&amp;m's that were provided (for free, might i add).  i &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; have been holding my phone while having this conversation. and it &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; have rang while being positioned directly over the beer. and i &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; have then dropped it into the pint glass while simultaneously flipping it open with force.&lt;br /&gt;just then, the table of pals all went silent as we watched the phone continue to blink and sink into the depths of the lager.  i, being a little on the loud side when drunk, just started screaming and then about 30 seconds later dove my hand in and retrieved the then beer logged phone.  my pals on the other hand were erupting in laughter.  my computer savvy buddy bass was sitting next to me and instructed me to rinse the phone off so that the buttons weren't sticky with lager and then not touch it for 36 hours.  well, i gave that phone a bath.  and then i was "testing" it to see if it "might just work a little bit".  folks, do not deviate from computer geek's words of wisdom.  they know what they're talking about.  &lt;br /&gt;well, i woke up the next morning with a broken phone and the worst hangover in awhile.  i got back into town for the wedding, but completely missed the ceremony because i was trying to get ahold of my date, which i didn't have his cell phone number, because it was stored in my phone.  my date never made it because we never got in contact of each other.  (but not to fear, we have another wedding to go to together.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is still broken and is now about to be hesitantly replaced by another over priced cell phone that sprint will con me into buying. it's funny, cause i always made fun of those that lost their phones off of motorcycles or if they dropped it in the toilet, or if they dropped it in beer.  but now i'm just another one of those stupid people that i used to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;~NICKY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-111954506168187122?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/111954506168187122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=111954506168187122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111954506168187122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111954506168187122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/06/electronics-and-lager-dont-go-well.html' title='electronics and lager don&apos;t go well together'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-111945517980337170</id><published>2005-06-22T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:46:19.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B-DAY NICKY AND AMERICA PARTY</title><content type='html'>3201's favorite time of year is here. Nicky's birthday! We're having the same deal as last year... if you all remember it. The party will be a cookout/barrel party starting around 4PM on July 3rd. We know that a lot of people want to go to summerfest that night, but dont worry, just swing by before or after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights from last year:&lt;br /&gt;2 birthday cakes&lt;br /&gt;2 barrels&lt;br /&gt;some nudity, mostly by Kadow (but go figure)&lt;br /&gt;the penis drawn on the sidewalk that stayed for a month&lt;br /&gt;Nicky's mom rolling down the hill&lt;br /&gt;Nicky's dad unable to talk straight&lt;br /&gt;Jen wearing a lamp shade on her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the rest I dont remember because I passed out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. questions about it, call my cell because Nicky's is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-111945517980337170?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/111945517980337170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=111945517980337170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111945517980337170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111945517980337170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-b-day-nicky-and-america-party.html' title='HAPPY B-DAY NICKY AND AMERICA PARTY'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-111877832298718878</id><published>2005-06-14T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:10:56.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm beginning to detest Manitowoc!!</title><content type='html'>BCOK3S: so turns out, that nicky knows someone with email address starting with ILoveManitowoc&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: hahaah no way&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: that's the lamest thing I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: what is up with manitowoc people!&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: i'm beginning to detest manitowoc&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: i know me too!!&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: its all i ever hear&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: me too.&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: It's like they all had a ton of high school spirit and they just never gave it up&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: right!!!&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: get over it!! it was 5 years ago!!&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: can you imagine their highschool reunions!!!&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: id hate to be a date to one of those&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: I'm almost suprised they dont like to wear like their old football jerseys or band uniforms out to bars... you know.. to show the entire east side that they in fact... love Manitowoc.&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: I say fuck Manty... go back home if it was so nice there&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: haha&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: theyre like a mini cult.. i swear. I was with matt one night and his friend showed up and yep... he was wearing a manty hat!!!&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: theyre everywhere&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: you never see anyother town sporting their name.. like a big brookfield t-shirt or a hat!&lt;br /&gt;BCOK3S: they just dont want to admit  that it really does suck and thats why they all come to mil-town&lt;br /&gt;jcprice22: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manitowoc's finest.. right across from the strip club!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.tc.umn.edu/~yahnk001/film_jpg/penguin.jpg"&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-111877832298718878?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/111877832298718878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=111877832298718878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111877832298718878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111877832298718878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-beginning-to-detest-manitowoc.html' title='I&apos;m beginning to detest Manitowoc!!'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-111876816268427571</id><published>2005-06-14T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:56:02.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GEOLOGIST IS NOT A MADE UP WORD</title><content type='html'>Hey Nicky, Geologist is not a word that I just "made up". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geologist:  An Earth Scientist who tries to understand both the present structure of the Earth and how it became the way it is today. Geologists spend their time studying rocks from the surface and from wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-111876816268427571?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/111876816268427571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=111876816268427571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111876816268427571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111876816268427571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/06/geologist-is-not-made-up-word.html' title='GEOLOGIST IS NOT A MADE UP WORD'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9666041.post-111876581248772942</id><published>2005-06-14T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:16:52.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch blog</title><content type='html'>so i get to work today still drunk.  just now is the hangover starting to kick in.  it's 10:50am on tuesday.  i woke up this morning with the same clothes on as the night before and have to throw on a t-shirt of my friend's so that i'm in compliance of work dress code.  i slept with my contacts in and thoes of you who wear contacts all know what it's like when the fuckers stick to your eyeballs when you wake up in the morning.  i went to bed when the sun was out, to give you a visualization of how the night ended/morning started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am using these crest teeth whiteners and as of recent, (3 days into the process out of 7) my teeth have been hurting.  maybe it's the peroxide, maybe it's the fact that it hurts to smile today, maybe it's the fact that no matter how hard i try, i'll never have as white of teeth as my sis cass who whitened hers a year ago and people still comment on them. . . . whatever it is, it doesn't feel good.  yet i will continue to use the teeth whiteners, because i need (or more, want) to have white teeth for this wedding i'm standing up in next month.  my grandma always said that beauty requires a little suffering and pain. (i recall her saying this as my mother was giving her a perm in her kitchen and was practically ripping her hair out to get the right angle of where to put the rolles)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already have been at work now since 9:30, (although i will mark that i've been here since 9) and i haven't done a shred of work yet.  nor did i do a shred yesterday.  i wonder if i could go an entire week without doing any actual real work.  maybe i'll test it out this week.  but like i had mentioned in a previous blog, sometimes doing no work can get so extremely boring that i resort to doing work to relieve my bordom.  figure that one out folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all for now.  looking forward to lunch in about 45 min., so i guess i'll catch you cats on the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9666041-111876581248772942?l=3201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/feeds/111876581248772942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9666041&amp;postID=111876581248772942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111876581248772942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9666041/posts/default/111876581248772942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3201.blogspot.com/2005/06/bitch-blog.html' title='bitch blog'/><author><name>NJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09572162239862256299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.timeinc.net/skate/content/images/v23n2/s/SK0105_toy02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
