<?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-3684828912450701795</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:41:56.526-07:00</updated><category term='niet'/><title type='text'>no woman's land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-8570960274531869607</id><published>2010-08-19T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:02:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Change Change</title><content type='html'>I love fall.  It's my favorite season.  The harvest, the crisp air, the leaves that change colors and then fall to the ground, crunchy and spent.  It's a great time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-8570960274531869607?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8570960274531869607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=8570960274531869607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8570960274531869607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8570960274531869607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2010/08/change-change-change.html' title='Change Change Change'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-5010116924007940049</id><published>2010-07-27T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:51:14.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>I really want to do it.  But I'm afraid to do it.  Wtf is my blooming problem?!?  Arrg I hate being afraid, indecisive, intimidated, and insecure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-5010116924007940049?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5010116924007940049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=5010116924007940049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/5010116924007940049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/5010116924007940049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-5551228491642158326</id><published>2010-07-06T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:04:43.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news.</title><content type='html'>I am REALLY glad that this summer gig dropped into my lap.  It's a great opportunity for me to gain more experience music directing, which I want to do a lot more of.  It's a wonderful connection and hopefully I will be asked back again someday.  It looks great on my resume.  It could save me if/when my job gets cut next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefulness aside, I am TIRED.  I never got a break between gigs.  I am really tired and I don't have the energy to nest.  The desire is there, but the energy is not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive thoughts, positive thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-5551228491642158326?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5551228491642158326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=5551228491642158326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/5551228491642158326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/5551228491642158326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-other-news.html' title='In other news.'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-7334611799561793468</id><published>2010-06-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:27:45.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of another year.</title><content type='html'>Le sigh, I made it.  Thank god.  This year has been a roller coaster of highs and lows to such extremes that I thought I would die at times.  I mean drop dead from frustration, anger, or sheer disdain.  If you are dying from simple emotion it usually means you are so upset that something important inside you pops.  Not a pleasant way to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder "Where the hell did this little minions of the dark side come from? Did they crawl from a crack in the ground?  Hellmouth in Sunnyvale?"  Then I meet their parents, and it becomes crystal clear.  There's a good chance if that little turd in your 3rd pd 7th grade class can't demonstrate respect towards a woman that dear ol' dad will be an ASSHOLE on the phone when you call him to discuss his son's shitty behavior.   I will not miss these darling little fuck faces.  The best part is the students expect you to just take their attitude and annoying behavior.  As a teacher, I don't have the right towards feelings or emotions.  I am supposed to just take the abuse and be nice and respectful back.  Does anyone see the disconnection with basic human emotion here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I have a few weeks off to decompress and forget how much I hate other people's children.  Before I have to go back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-7334611799561793468?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7334611799561793468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=7334611799561793468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7334611799561793468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7334611799561793468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-another-year.html' title='The end of another year.'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-6357045867989757320</id><published>2010-06-17T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:28:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must I always have crushes?!?</title><content type='html'>So I have a crush, but not the kind that you think I have.  I know my reputation has preceded me.....no this crush is on a school district.  I love what they do there!  I covet their classrooms and their support.  I want them to call me up and invite me on a date, bringing my favorite flowers and taking me to a nice restaurant.  They will order a nice bottle of red wine and the cheese plate as an appetizer and then lean over and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.  Like "Please come work for us, we need you, we love you, we can't live without you!  Anything you want will be yours!  New piano, performance space, keyboard lab, smart board, whatever you need, just please don't make us wait!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ride off into the sunset and make beautiful music for happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-6357045867989757320?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6357045867989757320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=6357045867989757320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/6357045867989757320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/6357045867989757320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-must-i-always-have-crushes.html' title='Why must I always have crushes?!?'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2132015315854198652</id><published>2009-08-03T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:36:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! A lazy summer's day...</title><content type='html'>Breath in, breath out.  What a July.  5 nuptials in 7 weeks is entirely too many.  Of the 5, we attended 3 rehearsal dinners because we were somehow involved with the ceremonies.  All 5 ceremonies were completely different.  I have broken them down chronologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th&lt;br /&gt;R.&amp; J.&lt;br /&gt;Location:  J.'s mom's house (giant place overlooking the marina) in San Rafael, CA&lt;br /&gt;General Feel:  Backyard BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Bride wore:  Tailored yellow dress with pretty red flowers embroidered throughout.  &lt;br /&gt;Groom wore:  Matching yellow shirt &amp; chinos&lt;br /&gt;Music:  Classical guitar before &amp; during ceremony.  Guests had to serenade the bride &amp; groom in order to recieve plates for the buffet.  &lt;br /&gt;Food:  Potluck buffet-a mish mash of tasty mexican &amp; other random stuff like mac n cheeze with eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Tidbits:  A very heartfelt ceremony.  The ride to was the worst part.  We were staying in San Jose &amp; it was 100 deg and an hour drive.  We borrowed a car with no AC &amp; the long &amp; short of it is this:  I showed up wearing my bikini &amp; threw my clothes on in the bathroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11th&lt;br /&gt;G. &amp; S.&lt;br /&gt;Location:  Bear Creek Golf Club, Woodinville WA&lt;br /&gt;General Feel:  Classic fancy wedding.  Not annoying fancy, just really nice fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Bride wore:  beautiful white wedding dress with veil.&lt;br /&gt;Groom wore: Tuxedo!&lt;br /&gt;Music:  IPod playlist during the ceremony, lady DJ afterwards.  G. walked down the aisle to Darth Vader's theme.  It was awesome &amp; perfect and he worked it!&lt;br /&gt;Food:  Salmon, prime rib, other tasty treats.  &lt;br /&gt;Tidbits:  Super sweet party.  Hung with Chris &amp; Cara for a lot of it (til they ditched me on the dance floor with the REALLY drunk chick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 25th&lt;br /&gt;T. &amp; M.&lt;br /&gt;Location:  the point at Coleman Park, Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;General Feel:  A day at the lake!&lt;br /&gt;Bride wore: Tailored renaissance (sp?) dress in green &amp; gold.  &lt;br /&gt;Groom wore:  green vest &amp; white shirt.  Lookin' sharp!&lt;br /&gt;Music:  Celtic band for ceremony &amp; after party.&lt;br /&gt;Food:  Sandwiches, fruit, veggies.  Deviled eggs, which I ate as many of as possible because I love them and am too lazy to make them for my own enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;Tidbits: One of those thing where everything that could go wrong, well, DID go wrong.  But they got married &amp; the ceremony was awesome and shortly after the church group partying next to us in the park had baptisms in Lake WA.  And I went swimming cuz it was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 31st&lt;br /&gt;A. &amp; R.&lt;br /&gt;Location: Mt. Baker Community Center, Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;General Feel: A rocking party!  &lt;br /&gt;Bride wore:  A gorgeous cream colored dress.  Beatiful lace &amp; sparkle details.&lt;br /&gt;Groom wore:  A nice charcoal suit.&lt;br /&gt;Music:  Me!  I sang her down the aisle &amp; noodled afterwards during the cocktail hour.  For dancing there was Ipod list that supplemented the fantastic funk band (they were really good-louder than hell but good!).&lt;br /&gt;Food:  Prime rib, shrimps, pasta buffet.  Boroccinis' Cake-Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Tidbits: R. is my best friend, and I was so happy to help and be a part of their wedding.  It was hot, but everyone looked so good, and I danced my heart out all night long.  Someone, not to be named, got a little too drunk (re: a LOT) and threw up.  And up.  And up some more.  But all in all it was a fabulous evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 1st (yea-the next day!)&lt;br /&gt;Z. &amp; K.&lt;br /&gt;Location:  Lake Union Cafe&lt;br /&gt;General Feel:  Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Bride wore:  white dress with the most beautiful veil I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Groom wore:  Tuxedo with running shoes&lt;br /&gt;Music:  pianist noodling before ceremony, bride walked to Canon in D, DJ for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Food:  Wedding Buffet (at this point-I'm over it!) Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream cones.&lt;br /&gt;Tidbits:  Too small a place for people to move around comfortably.  I wouldn't really care for myself, but my papa is 90 &amp; moving is difficult for him.  It presented extra stress.  My cousin's daughter, Bella-8 months old and she stole the show.  She's got fat arms &amp; did a great baby dance.  Everyone was on the floor doing the Bella.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. No more weddings for a while.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2132015315854198652?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2132015315854198652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=2132015315854198652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2132015315854198652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2132015315854198652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-lazy-summers-day.html' title='Finally! A lazy summer&apos;s day...'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-6602069377562176986</id><published>2009-03-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:25:43.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you sense the pattern?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/Scl5oFjJ7MI/AAAAAAAAADk/c4TDVWoLHJs/s1600-h/the-straw-that-broke-the-camels-back-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/Scl5oFjJ7MI/AAAAAAAAADk/c4TDVWoLHJs/s400/the-straw-that-broke-the-camels-back-300x225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316914564678937794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired.  Granted, I knew that this job was going to kick my ass-I watched my pappy become worn down and a shadow of his former self.  However that doesn't change the fact that I am completely worn out and lacking all sorts of motivation to do anything.  I started a group that meets at 7 am before school because I'm trying to build a program at this shabby little school.  Rehearsals for the musical have started, and they go until 5 (because I am trying to build a program at this shabby little school) so on Tues, Wed &amp; Thurs I have kids from 7 am to 5 pm with a 90 minute break.  Which is NOT LONG ENOUGH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what?" You say.  "Man up-you can do it!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, quite right I say.  Now let's put the rest of the puzzle pieces into place.  I have 2 church jobs (because one job at crazy church just ain't enough!).  Rehearsals are Tues 7-8 and Thurs 5:45-6:45, performances 5-8 on Sat &amp; 8:45-10:30 on Sundays. Do-able right?  WTF is the big deal?  Lotsa people work every day of the week-why're you whining you pansy!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's add in the prep work for school, an hour before and an hour after school.  I really only do one of those hours, but that doesn't change the fact that there is that much work that needs to be done.  So I am constantly falling behind, already behind, in 'ready to kill myself because I will never catch up' behind.  May we please add the threat of RIFS (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Reduction In Force&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), the cutting of the arts budget, the reduction in MY SALARY, and the death of yearly pay increases?  Because you asked so nicely-why shore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait-there's more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is changing next year-we will start earlier and be done earlier-not bad.  But admin managed to sneak an extra 10 minutes of teaching time that we will not get paid for.  Imagine working an extra hour a week without compensation.  On top of the extra 10 you work without compensation.  And a pay cut looming.  Don't mind me, the paper bag always makes that crinkly sound when I hyperventilate.  And now the school district would like us good for nothing, lazy, over paid and under qualified teachers to let the students into our rooms when they arrive at 7 am.  But they aren't calling it 'contact time' so we won't get paid for that either.  Ahem-who do you think will be sued if something happens to their kid in my room at that time of the morning?  I'll give you a hint-it's not a large man with an afinity for red!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really really REALLY pisses me off is the declaration that NO DENIM will be allowed at schools anymore.  Except on Fridays, and only if you make a $5 donation to the charity of the district's choice.  &lt;br /&gt;(WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well who the holy hell fire damnation do you think you fucking are?!?  You half wit morons who don't have anything better to do than sit around and figure out more mutherfukin' hoops for us idjits to jump through can kiss my rosy red ass.  I will wear jeans on Friday if I happen to have the itch in my tiny twat to do so.  I have had it with your lack of reality, your sense of superiority and your ability to piss me right the fuck off.  If I want to wear jeans-I'm going to fucking do it without any pussy pansy kowtowing to you and your bitchy charities.  I AM TRYING TO BE A GOOD TEACHER!!!  PLEASE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY AND STOP HASSLEING ME WITH THE SMALL SHITE, YOU SMALL SHITS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem-that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-6602069377562176986?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6602069377562176986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=6602069377562176986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/6602069377562176986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/6602069377562176986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-sense-pattern.html' title='Do you sense the pattern?'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/Scl5oFjJ7MI/AAAAAAAAADk/c4TDVWoLHJs/s72-c/the-straw-that-broke-the-camels-back-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2946862118517906399</id><published>2009-02-04T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:53:49.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SYp-5UCSpRI/AAAAAAAAADc/cnVA9Tdod6Q/s1600-h/best_lucy_exercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SYp-5UCSpRI/AAAAAAAAADc/cnVA9Tdod6Q/s400/best_lucy_exercise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299187434650772754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the gym 10 times in the past 2 weeks.  I've lost 3 lbs and gained definition in my biceps and thighs.  Being healthy is boring (as in stick in the mud), painful (as in NO PAIN NO GAIN), and difficult to begin (as in it's a bitch to motivate my ass to get the gym-we're talking Major Pep Talks here).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel good and have been sleeping fairly well for some one living in my insomniac and crappy bed state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2946862118517906399?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2946862118517906399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=2946862118517906399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2946862118517906399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2946862118517906399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2009/02/workin-it.html' title='Workin&apos; it...'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SYp-5UCSpRI/AAAAAAAAADc/cnVA9Tdod6Q/s72-c/best_lucy_exercise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-7407013567424462138</id><published>2009-01-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:41:12.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the train went rattling on by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SXgG7ir_aeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hrOvsxS4nok/s1600-h/30th+Bday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SXgG7ir_aeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hrOvsxS4nok/s400/30th+Bday+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293988981967383010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things rolling around my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hope is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Change is slow, but good.&lt;br /&gt;3.  One second at a time.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love to dance-it doesn't happen enough.&lt;br /&gt;5.  In the future, I would like to live somewhere WARMER.&lt;br /&gt;6.  In small doses-nostalgia is great!&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love icanhascheezburger.com because I am a giant dork.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Being a homeowner, while scary and overwhelming, is a totally AWESOME EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am exactly where I should be, even when I don't believe that fact.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love that RP is getting hitched!!&lt;br /&gt;11.  My job is really difficult and mercurial, and I get a little better at it every week (I wanted to say every day, but that's not true and once you start lying on your blog it's all over!)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Love my kitties.  They are great companions.&lt;br /&gt;13.  My reality is exactly what I believe it to be.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Paid off my credit card!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;15.  I want to live each day with no regrets, and to it's fullest because you never know when it's your last moment in this conciousnes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-7407013567424462138?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7407013567424462138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=7407013567424462138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7407013567424462138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7407013567424462138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-train-went-rattling-on-by.html' title='And the train went rattling on by.'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SXgG7ir_aeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hrOvsxS4nok/s72-c/30th+Bday+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2030019714329375735</id><published>2009-01-01T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:46:32.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye old, hello new!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SV1V0K6EsqI/AAAAAAAAADE/V31Gz16Kcg4/s1600-h/good+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SV1V0K6EsqI/AAAAAAAAADE/V31Gz16Kcg4/s400/good+smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286475892372320930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Bought a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I make resolutions every day, so new year's isn't any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin had a baby girl in October.  Bella Linda is her name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;the country of Adulthood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;belief in humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;4-2: bought our house!  9-2:  first year of Marriage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;learning to balance work and personal life more effectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Letting my anxiety rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that wasn't part of getting another year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A new car.  I love my Lil' Bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Grrg and I have made some serious relationship steps.  We are learning to communicate effectively and without drama....WHO KNEW?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;The leaders of this country, and my ability to stay strangely still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Home!! New car.  Probably spent more on clothes than I needed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Buying a house.  But I need to clarify-the excitment was preceded by trepidation, anxiety, and wariness.  I have become excited in the past 90 days! Love our home....oh and getting a kitten named Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;happier (or more content)&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;fatter.&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;richer.  relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;exercise, meditation, art, reading, forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;br /&gt;being negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;traveling to families in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;with my little Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;the office makes my heart sing with laughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;can't think of any new additions to the List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;uh-didn't read anything that is worth remembering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Pandora.  a hells yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;a clearer sense of self.  and a navigator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;belief in my strength.  i guess there's always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E.  Like an upper but you don't swallow it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;Holy f-31.  hung out with my bro, bought myself a beautiful brown wool coat-on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;a peaceful mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;how can i mask my muffin top and still look cute and professional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;purring kitties, internet surfing, bitching to friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keyes.  DeeeLISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;The elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;I got closer with my lady co workers which was nice.  It's good to have girl back up at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Stress and worry are silly.  Things will work themselves out as need be, and what you can control-you will.  Everything else is what it is!  (remind me I said that later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;I do it for the joy it brings&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a joyful girl&lt;br /&gt;The world owes me nothing&lt;br /&gt;We owe each other the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani Difranco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2030019714329375735?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2030019714329375735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=2030019714329375735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2030019714329375735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2030019714329375735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-old-hello-new.html' title='Good bye old, hello new!'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SV1V0K6EsqI/AAAAAAAAADE/V31Gz16Kcg4/s72-c/good+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-1134681291272863063</id><published>2008-11-20T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:39:12.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>title.  cause i can't think of one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SSZJe2Ey89I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZegmSvpOmTM/s1600-h/recital+et+al+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SSZJe2Ey89I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZegmSvpOmTM/s400/recital+et+al+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270981208144278482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.  &lt;br /&gt;it's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;there is chaos here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that it was a poem.  &lt;br /&gt;i wish you could compare me with somebody noteworthy; &lt;br /&gt;someone whose words,thoughts,deeds,desires left such an imprint &lt;br /&gt;that they have been remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not.  i've got no legacy.&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing i have done that will be worth &lt;br /&gt;remembering longer than my lifetime.  &lt;br /&gt;however long that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is watch and wait.&lt;br /&gt;listen to the words that the spin around me, &lt;br /&gt;swirlingswirlingswirling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-1134681291272863063?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1134681291272863063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=1134681291272863063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1134681291272863063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1134681291272863063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/11/title-cause-i-cant-think-of-one.html' title='title.  cause i can&apos;t think of one.'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SSZJe2Ey89I/AAAAAAAAACs/ZegmSvpOmTM/s72-c/recital+et+al+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-1584288137433562584</id><published>2008-11-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:22:57.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on THIS day...</title><content type='html'>i love candy.&lt;br /&gt;hubby thinks i'm bony &lt;br /&gt;so i've been eating alot of candy.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to quit my job today.&lt;br /&gt;just walk out, leave.  i felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;then hubster brought me a double tall white mocha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;will i ever feel like i'm good enough?&lt;br /&gt;i work too much.  i have too many jobs.&lt;br /&gt;i spend so much time working that i can't relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-1584288137433562584?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1584288137433562584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=1584288137433562584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1584288137433562584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1584288137433562584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-this-day.html' title='on THIS day...'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-4714608252183412027</id><published>2008-10-29T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:14:57.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>1.  woken up by hubby at 3:30 when he came to bed&lt;br /&gt;2.  woken up by cats at 4:30 when they knocked (another) plant on the floor&lt;br /&gt;3.  overslept cuz i just couldn't drag my ass outta bed.  STARBUCKS THIS MORNING&lt;br /&gt;4.  7th graders and 6th graders rolled eyes when asked to sing-4 hours of eye rolling people, imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;5.  8th graders have &lt;em&gt;improved &lt;/em&gt;(omg they're LEARNING-blogging just to remember this moment)&lt;br /&gt;6.  had a 45 minute talk with a student after school where she told me that she doesn't think her mother loves her.&lt;br /&gt;7.  went to a stinky dance with stinky teenagers. seriously PEEE UUUUUUU. it clings until you are wearing the smell.&lt;br /&gt;8.  got cut off by a guy running a stop sign.  he mouthed 'what's up bitch?' as I slammed on my brakes and gave him the what's up hands.&lt;br /&gt;9.  dry cleaners cleaned out my wallet.  seriously, $50?  it's not a dress, it's a long shirt god damnit...&lt;br /&gt;10.  found hubby's awesome pumpkin.  god he's good at that.  and he straightened the living room.  i'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;11.  went to the varsity football game, held the first down sign.  froze my tush off.  &lt;br /&gt;12.  came home, mouse proofed the garage.  &lt;br /&gt;13.  g'night.  i'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-4714608252183412027?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4714608252183412027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=4714608252183412027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/4714608252183412027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/4714608252183412027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day.html' title='my day'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-4759070615065023262</id><published>2008-10-13T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:00:21.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you believe will heal you?</title><content type='html'>light of all lights,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to heal me&lt;br /&gt;take my pains, my fears and worries&lt;br /&gt;these things i do not want&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of carrying them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will this plea draw you in?  &lt;br /&gt;will you enter in my life, &lt;br /&gt;someone who knows how to how to&lt;br /&gt;a healer wheeler a dealer&lt;br /&gt;someone who knows how to get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spectacular and amazing contingencies &lt;br /&gt;contradictions are good for the soul&lt;br /&gt;do you want to cover all the bases&lt;br /&gt;spreading your energy thinly through each line&lt;br /&gt;or jumble everything into one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will cause a need for validation&lt;br /&gt;the peopled person involved will suffer&lt;br /&gt;thereby desiring albeit subconciously to make others suffer&lt;br /&gt;all who do not believe exactly as you believe&lt;br /&gt;will experience pains, fears and worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how full the circle is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-4759070615065023262?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4759070615065023262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=4759070615065023262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/4759070615065023262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/4759070615065023262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-believe-will-heal-you.html' title='what do you believe will heal you?'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2570911068042197112</id><published>2008-10-07T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:46:27.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niet'/><title type='text'>STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS BLOG</title><content type='html'>i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;my heart is restless&lt;br /&gt;i miss alaska&lt;br /&gt;my kittehs are lovely&lt;br /&gt;my diet sucks&lt;br /&gt;i miss Jenn&lt;br /&gt;my car rental is up on Friday&lt;br /&gt;i get to talk to parents all day tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i flirted like a slut with my dentist&lt;br /&gt;i'm really a 12 year old boy-cuz i love South Park&lt;br /&gt;my living room color sucks and it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;i drink too much&lt;br /&gt;my TMJ causes my jaw to get stuck either open or closed at least twice every day&lt;br /&gt;this blog is stupid&lt;br /&gt;monkey likes to eat bark&lt;br /&gt;i love playing and singing praise music&lt;br /&gt;i did all my chores today&lt;br /&gt;i have a deep abhorrence for stupid/ignorant people and i mean DEEP &lt;br /&gt;it's too late for me to be awake but i am&lt;br /&gt;i am strangely attracted to adam sandler in Don't Mess With the Zohan&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i married the man i did&lt;br /&gt;i hate the sound of my own voice&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i have no idea how to teach my kids how to sing, cuz i don't really know&lt;br /&gt;my refrigerator is broken&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2570911068042197112?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2570911068042197112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=2570911068042197112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2570911068042197112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2570911068042197112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/10/stream-of-conciousness-blog.html' title='STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS BLOG'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-5683966530073441472</id><published>2008-09-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:02:45.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the things I've learned.</title><content type='html'>I will survive.  If not, then I don't have anything to worry about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be wary and pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and live your life blindly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell people that you love them often, even if it sounds cliche and awkward (as long as you mean it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I trust in myself then I will find the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a silly set of pants that I wear because I am delusional enough to believe that I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-5683966530073441472?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/5683966530073441472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=5683966530073441472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/5683966530073441472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/5683966530073441472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-are-things-ive-learned.html' title='These are the things I&apos;ve learned.'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2572815223400233663</id><published>2008-09-26T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:27:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mayhaps things are looking up (?!?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SN3EI4yP6wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mBItBFurDdQ/s1600-h/86616017_sUQQ4jnq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SN3EI4yP6wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mBItBFurDdQ/s400/86616017_sUQQ4jnq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568397545007874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i most likely just jinxed myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might get more money than expected re:stolen vehicle.  work's ok, lookin' up and apparently I'm doing alright.  am making more $$ starting this month.  house is slowly but surely settling.  thank yous are going/gone out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life keeps on truckin'.  glad i've still got my rig and am making good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2572815223400233663?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2572815223400233663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=2572815223400233663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2572815223400233663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2572815223400233663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/mayhaps-things-are-looking-up.html' title='mayhaps things are looking up (?!?)'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SN3EI4yP6wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mBItBFurDdQ/s72-c/86616017_sUQQ4jnq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-7006840053601214075</id><published>2008-09-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:55:05.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over my head...</title><content type='html'>...yup.  That about sums it up.  G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-7006840053601214075?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7006840053601214075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=7006840053601214075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7006840053601214075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7006840053601214075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-my-head_18.html' title='Over my head...'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-4188406557040806224</id><published>2008-09-15T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:57:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>distracted.</title><content type='html'>can't seemt to focus on any one thing for more than five minutes.  am distracted by thoughts and emotions. my mind wanders all over the place, like an over fed fly who can feel the draft but can't find it's way out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SM8urB-Fe6I/AAAAAAAAABw/kkBtqcINBNM/s1600-h/060328_fly_glasses_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SM8urB-Fe6I/AAAAAAAAABw/kkBtqcINBNM/s400/060328_fly_glasses_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246463407708011426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-4188406557040806224?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/4188406557040806224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=4188406557040806224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2840481298531440008</id><published>2008-09-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:37:18.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple People</title><content type='html'>Well hey do you do judo when they surround you&lt;br /&gt;A little mental yoga will they disappear&lt;br /&gt;It's grim but never dubious as motives go&lt;br /&gt;One things she always promise, promise is a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder wishes it could be the snow&lt;br /&gt;Wishes it could be as loved as she can be&lt;br /&gt;These gifts are here &lt;br /&gt;For her, for you, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch me do this other thing I never know&lt;br /&gt;If I'm marooned or where the purple people go&lt;br /&gt;Then lily white matricide from vicious words&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't leave a scratch so therefore no one's hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder wishes it could be the snow&lt;br /&gt;Wishes it could be as loved as she can be&lt;br /&gt;These gifts are here &lt;br /&gt;For her, for you, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on the nurses make it clear&lt;br /&gt;Just when you escape you have yourself to fear&lt;br /&gt;A restaurant that never has to close&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, every hour it could save the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey do you do judo in your finery&lt;br /&gt;An angel's face is tricky to wear constantly&lt;br /&gt;Thunder wishes it could be the snow&lt;br /&gt;Wishes it could be as loved as she can be &lt;br /&gt;These gifts are here &lt;br /&gt;for her, for you, - for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2840481298531440008?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-1194309503965667053</id><published>2008-09-11T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:46:10.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heartedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SMnl-wGdezI/AAAAAAAAABo/m5PsOPTWugU/s1600-h/Europe+Trip+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SMnl-wGdezI/AAAAAAAAABo/m5PsOPTWugU/s400/Europe+Trip+218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244976107276303154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when my heart hurts and there is nothing I can do about it.  My heart hurts for Jen, for Aunt C. &amp; Kirby, Beeper, and Uncle C. For Nona, Papa, and my Mom and Dad who have to be reminded of the painfulness of losing a child.  My heart hurts to know that I knew this was coming, I sensed it a month ago, that she was not long for this world.  I wish I could have told her how much I loved her before she left, that I always loved her, that she was always my favorite cousin. I am angry with her for not loving herself as much as I loved her, her mother, her brother, her grandparents, her stepfather, her aunt and uncle, her cousins, her niece and nephew, her stepchildren loved her.  My heart hurts because she chose to commit suicide, but to do it slowly and publicly.  We all had to sit and watch it take too long, helplessly knowing that she wanted to die and not being able to do anything about it.  There were efforts made to reach out to her, to offer help, to give her a shoulder to cry on, a shoulder to lean on.  She didn't want the help, and I saw behind her eyes that she didn't believe she deserved it.  She didn't believe that those of us who are hurting today cared for her at all.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-1194309503965667053?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1194309503965667053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=1194309503965667053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1194309503965667053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1194309503965667053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/broken-heartedness.html' title='Broken Heartedness'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SMnl-wGdezI/AAAAAAAAABo/m5PsOPTWugU/s72-c/Europe+Trip+218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-3839029806274444412</id><published>2008-09-10T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:52:16.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bwahahahahahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/81/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kpianist0001.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-3839029806274444412?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3839029806274444412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=3839029806274444412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3839029806274444412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3839029806274444412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/bwahahahahahaha.html' title='bwahahahahahaha!'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-3177720397911068151</id><published>2008-09-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:56:38.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/12/i-has-a-flavor-2/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1709519" alt="flavor" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2003778223763443208_rs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-3177720397911068151?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3177720397911068151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=3177720397911068151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3177720397911068151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3177720397911068151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-this.html' title='i like this.'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-2303299682483803137</id><published>2008-09-03T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:16:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed with the sound of your voice</title><content type='html'>i am annoyed with the sound of your voice.  it grates on my nerves and screams HELLO I AM TOO LOUD.  i want to punch you so that you understand how annoyed i am.  each punch will represent one of the words that you have just said to me that are too loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a lot of punching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-2303299682483803137?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/2303299682483803137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=2303299682483803137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2303299682483803137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/2303299682483803137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/09/annoyed-with-sound-of-your-voice.html' title='annoyed with the sound of your voice'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-8421161045967254102</id><published>2008-08-18T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:57:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did i take the red pill or the blue pill?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have a day that feels like some other day that you've already lived?  I know, confusing.  What I mean is deja vu of course.  All day today I felt like this was a day from my childhood and I've already lived this day.  So of course all day I've been plagued by nostalgia and memories.  Today feels like a day steeped in time; stuck, stopped, and waiting for the time continium to rev up and continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-8421161045967254102?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8421161045967254102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=8421161045967254102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8421161045967254102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8421161045967254102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-i-take-red-pill-or-blue-pill.html' title='did i take the red pill or the blue pill?'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-1427485040868465944</id><published>2008-08-16T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:50:08.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personally.....</title><content type='html'>I hold these truths to be self-evident (to me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are cruel and mean spirited when they don't feel good inside&lt;br /&gt;I have little control on others around me&lt;br /&gt;fear will only make me feel smaller and less in control- but control isn't everything&lt;br /&gt;I have many faults&lt;br /&gt;time for myself is not time misspent&lt;br /&gt;what you see is what you get&lt;br /&gt;life can be easier if I let it&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the problem won't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;I know more than I think I know but less than I would like to&lt;br /&gt;a little kindness goes a long way&lt;br /&gt;the world is made up of many yet few have the power&lt;br /&gt;it is important to do the right thing and being cliche doesn't change that&lt;br /&gt;wish in one hand and shit in the other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-1427485040868465944?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1427485040868465944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=1427485040868465944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1427485040868465944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1427485040868465944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/08/personally.html' title='personally.....'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-6223207587162548002</id><published>2008-08-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:12:16.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever spent time with a teenager?</title><content type='html'>ugh.  sometimes i wish i could just say exactly how i feel to everybody i know.  i'm a halfway decent communicator, there are moments of suck but then there are flashes of light also.  so why is it i can't communicate with her? &lt;br /&gt;wait-communication is a two way street.  and i'm decidedly alone on this particular stretch of road.  i've asked question after question in hopes of sparking some kind of connection.  little responses but they are like a little bit of rain in the desert, at first you're hopeful and then you realize that it's already dried up before it even hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;why am i trying so hard?  well, contrary to my hard boiled exterior i'm as delicate as an unfertilized yolk.  one prick and my gooey insides are everywhere.  of course i want her acceptance.  what's more is i wanted to build a relationship with her.  perhaps i'm too impatient?&lt;br /&gt;who knows.  i can certainly tell you it's only been 38 hours and i'm already counting the days till she leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-6223207587162548002?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6223207587162548002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=6223207587162548002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>crazy is as crazy does</title><content type='html'>damnit.  i had written exactly what i wanted to say and then stinky monkey sat on the lap top and erased it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel to sad to try composing it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-3503650706351896241?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3503650706351896241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=3503650706351896241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3503650706351896241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3503650706351896241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html' title='crazy is as crazy does'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-8153837381300992933</id><published>2008-07-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:52.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>literary damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SHmIpJc92NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GN-RwqE9Xpg/s1600-h/april+2006+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222355483406227666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SHmIpJc92NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GN-RwqE9Xpg/s400/april+2006+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to be or not to be that is the question.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well, that's not MY question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my question goes a little deeper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to have or not to have.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that can be applied to so many things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to have a second helping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to have a drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;to have two shots of espresso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to have a baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to have a night out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to have a stupid pointless fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to have or to hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;to have a cow man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to have the guts to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;to have a healthy fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to have my own opinon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to have a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to have a bowel movement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to have a temper? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to be or not to be? no-a long time ago maybe. now it's to have or have not. that is the question. whether tis nobler to have and ignore those who lack or have and then give away joining those who lack is the question.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-8153837381300992933?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8153837381300992933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=8153837381300992933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8153837381300992933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8153837381300992933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/07/literary-damage.html' title='literary damage'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SHmIpJc92NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GN-RwqE9Xpg/s72-c/april+2006+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-5946494274360442941</id><published>2008-06-24T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:06:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad hair day</title><content type='html'>things to NOT do when you don't like your hair cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not go back and demand that she fixes it (it's the only salon in Teatown that i like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not dye it some random color hoping that the cut will miraculously fix itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT CUT IT YOUR SELF (experience talking here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not buy lots of hats if you're not already a hat wearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not buy expensive new hair products that you've never tried before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things TO DO when you don't like your hair cut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do straighten it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do curl it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do put every single product you already own (even those hiding in your closet that you've had for years and years and never used )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do buy cheap hair accessories (cheeeeep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do try new ways of pinning it in various configurations with all of the above do's enacted and check it every half hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do chill out and relax-it'll grow out eventually (but go ahead and see if you can't get it fixed while on vacation!)&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-1234453890961062453</id><published>2008-06-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:18:10.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>borrowing from yvanka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;things that are my favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day AFTER the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a healthy glow to my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brand new cellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having  a savings account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a summer job where you get to make your own schedule and decide your own work type and load&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-1234453890961062453?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1234453890961062453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=1234453890961062453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1234453890961062453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1234453890961062453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/06/borrowing-from-yvanka.html' title='borrowing from yvanka'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-7546351860942932298</id><published>2008-06-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:22:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf wtf wtf`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wtf?   i've been tanning a few times recently.  it's the first time i've ever gone.   on the first day i had this horrible completely irrational fear that the bed was going to close and get jammed randomly and that i would be trapped in a painful death of slowly roasting to death out of some absurd vanity.  is that too much or a for real fear?  all of the above.   i'm only trying to jump  start my tan so that i don't fry like bacon in phoenix. fry piggies fry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-7546351860942932298?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/7546351860942932298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=7546351860942932298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7546351860942932298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/7546351860942932298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtf-wtf-wtf.html' title='wtf wtf wtf`'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-8457295081068666368</id><published>2008-05-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:52.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My freedom kicks your freedom's ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SDdCpPKGUyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ow58w0RUz0Q/s1600-h/finger+in+flames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203701170660856610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SDdCpPKGUyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ow58w0RUz0Q/s320/finger+in+flames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hate the phrase 'freedom isn't free'. I agree that there is a price to pay when protecting the rights of all. But the connotations of the phrase these days seems to condone (among other things) violence, bullying, and a lack of respect for other cultures. It's as if the phrase is becoming synonomous with 'fuck you'. I'm sure there are those who disagree with me, but really consider it-we are sending our men, women, and children to another country where they die while some try and protect the men, women and children of that country. I have a hard time making the connect between the deaths and violence and how that affects the freedom of the American people. Freedom isn't free there's a hefty fucking fee, but who picks up the tab? Don't ask that question-there will be finger pointing and things of that nature.  Unfortunately,  ignoring the bill doesn't result in much more resolution than ignoring the stupid utilities man (don't get me started on the monopoly of elecricity, gas, sewer, garbage, and water that exists in my world-that's a rant for another day).  So who pays?  Do we go dutch?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It often feels like I'm on a bad date with some asshole who keeps trying to put his arm around me and grab my tits while expounding on the morals and ethics he holds dear to his heart.  Like this one time, during my crazy time as a Mormon girl when I went on a date with this guy-we'll call him David-and it felt like a black and white Twilight show episode.  I had worked all day, and I was really tired so I kept yawning.  That and the guy was a douche bag who assumed all sorts of ridiculous gender roles for us and that he was in charge. Boring.  Every time I yawned he told me how rude it was, and finally he threatened to stick his finger in my mouth the next time I yawned.  I'm sure that he wanted to stick something else in my mouth.  I told el douche-O that if he did that then I would bite his finger.  The smug bastard: "You can't, yawning is a reflex and you won't be able to close your mouth."  We only had one date, can you believe it?  I pretended to yawn and bit the wacked out freak when he stuck his fucking finger in my mouth.  I digress.  My point is that I don't really like the way the definition of freedom has morphed to mean something other than 'the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint'  But what do I know?  Not a goddamn thing, that's for sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-8457295081068666368?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/8457295081068666368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=8457295081068666368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8457295081068666368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/8457295081068666368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-freedom-kicks-your-freedoms-ass.html' title='My freedom kicks your freedom&apos;s ASS'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SDdCpPKGUyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ow58w0RUz0Q/s72-c/finger+in+flames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-3167380605332667455</id><published>2008-05-21T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:52.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tootightened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SDTrOfKGUxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CGIxcl6z-Pg/s1600-h/Europmania+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203042103634318098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SDTrOfKGUxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CGIxcl6z-Pg/s320/Europmania+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tootightened toofrightened unsettled teakettled stressed strissed undressed shrieked stacked drawn and quartered face feels greasy shoulders tightened there are thoughts and knives and forks and pills thoughts of negative nature making me feel bad things and creating tingles and toes and i have a hard feeling my soul afraid why can't i why won't i don't i shouldn't spiraling spiraling spiraling ouch ouch tingle skreet so take that assholes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-3167380605332667455?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/3167380605332667455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=3167380605332667455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3167380605332667455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/3167380605332667455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/05/tootightened.html' title='tootightened'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SDTrOfKGUxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CGIxcl6z-Pg/s72-c/Europmania+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-1243195810241143441</id><published>2008-03-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:52.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your desperation is showing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/R99DKIOAM6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bQAKjmtOzlw/s1600-h/for+everett+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178931937783329698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/R99DKIOAM6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bQAKjmtOzlw/s320/for+everett+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i watched you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sidling beside her flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hoping steal her attention,dignity,energy,affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you are a desperate thief-jonesing for affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i could smell your sickly sweet aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;almost like the stench of death covered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;buried underneath the smell of gardenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;{gardenia is code for old spice and l'oreal hair gel}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yours is an open casket burial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;open because i watched morbidly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fascinated(*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;by the way you pulled the dirt over your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;head.shoulders.knees.and.toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;are you wishing for death?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hoping to be caught with your hand in the cookie jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a serial lover who leaves clues to his undoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i watched you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and was glad that your attention was diverted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so i could escape while silently judging your eager determination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-1243195810241143441?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/1243195810241143441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=1243195810241143441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1243195810241143441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/1243195810241143441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-desperation-is-showing.html' title='your desperation is showing'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/R99DKIOAM6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bQAKjmtOzlw/s72-c/for+everett+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684828912450701795.post-6788765799980189159</id><published>2008-03-12T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:49:52.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/R9inPYOAM5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DGQ47fUbxyw/s1600-h/cowgirls+2006+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177071654303445906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/R9inPYOAM5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DGQ47fUbxyw/s400/cowgirls+2006+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these dreams mix with my  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;re-memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think at one time it was good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on this day i feel (too much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on this day your springly sprangly thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reach into my currency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my heart is a money clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a roll of ones with a hundred on the outside-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't it amazing how your bitter taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can still reach my mouth even years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even eleven hundred miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684828912450701795-6788765799980189159?l=knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/feeds/6788765799980189159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684828912450701795&amp;postID=6788765799980189159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/6788765799980189159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684828912450701795/posts/default/6788765799980189159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knowwhereknowhow.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo-mama.html' title='yo mama'/><author><name>saucygrrl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01301437316036458973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/SRPxzRyp10I/AAAAAAAAACA/5XVQJ9gUijU/S220/October+2005+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGT3FSUm_zc/R9inPYOAM5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DGQ47fUbxyw/s72-c/cowgirls+2006+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
