<?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-11583600</id><updated>2011-05-20T05:42:50.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Our Heads</title><subtitle type='html'>Morbid Curiosity Makes Me Want To Know More.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116868253851434946</id><published>2007-01-13T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:33:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>green eyed monster</title><content type='html'>Here's a haiku that expresses my feeling on the movie "We Are Marshall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: We are Marshall!&lt;br /&gt;Two: Getting very sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;Three: Out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was a five dollar nap. At least I didn't pay full price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy do I need to get away. I started driving to Wendover Nevada the other night just for heck of it. I decided I would go into the casino, put $20 on a table (like in the movies), and walk out $20 poorer or a whole lot richer. After all, I am guided by a force much greater than luck. Unfortunately I didn't make it the whole way there because it was Monday night and I thought maybe I should go home and go to bed so I can wake up for work tomorrrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't familiar with Wendover, it's like a smaller version of the Las Vegas strip. A much, much smaller version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/1600/252302/casistatelinecasino.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/320/996142/casistatelinecasino.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/1600/653890/casino%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/320/81927/casino%20lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/1600/191478/casino%20inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/320/446124/casino%20inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/1600/120473/casinodoe_nts_yucca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/320/311764/casinodoe_nts_yucca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to get there from where I live, you first have to drive through this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/1600/978583/casii-080_wb_exit_004_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/320/826049/casii-080_wb_exit_004_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not snow, it's salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, maybe next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to see the mileage log to your right jump significantly tomorrow. I've got a big run to do. This is for the resolution I set to run a race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116868253851434946?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116868253851434946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116868253851434946&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116868253851434946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116868253851434946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2007/01/green-eyed-monster.html' title='green eyed monster'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116743734923310557</id><published>2006-12-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:09:09.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in case we get disconnected</title><content type='html'>I have finished all my work today and I find myself with nothing else to do but look out a window high up over our valley at a beautiful sunset.  That's not so bad.  I like working here.  I also like that they set up a 20 foot Christmas tree in the lobby with fake presents under it.  I also like that I just got my new insurance cards and I am going to be double covered for two months.  I am going to get as much doctoring in as possible during January and February.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my New Years resolutions, I started on the Theory of Relativity by Einstein on top of the other five books I'm reading right now.  So far I find it wholly readable, and I recommend it.  More on resolutions later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on vacation by myself.  Anyone have any ideas of where to go?  It can't be too outrageously expensive.  I'd like it to be extremely unique, a vacation that I will have great stories to tell about when I get back.  No hitch hiking, all other ideas will be entertained.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't like how Blogger tries to trick me into signing up for beta everytime I log in.  I remember what happened to blogger friend Daniel, and I don't want to go there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116743734923310557?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116743734923310557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116743734923310557&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116743734923310557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116743734923310557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-case-we-get-disconnected.html' title='in case we get disconnected'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116710218590782866</id><published>2006-12-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:01:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>To explain my absence:  I was having a hard time the past few months. I had some serious stuff go down and I haven't been myself and I am sorry. However, I have felt pretty good in the last few days though. That being said I will now gloss over it and blog about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know guys! Here's a list of my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run a race with Christy in April.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be my normal self and stop avoiding people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Perfect my small talk and mingling skills.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read more science books.&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn how to make more balloon animals.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally use the most excellent comeback I thought of a few months ago that I've been saving for the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop avoiding problems and confront them instead. (This will be a hard one. I usually like to avoid if possible, and bottle things up if not possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel these are achievable goals. I am starting this minute actually. So, what do you think about this weather we've been having? How's your grandma? I love your sweater! Have you met Don? I believe you are both big Packers fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think that will do it for now. I haven't blogged for a while and I don't want to sprain anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/320/139527/Charlie-Brown-tree-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heavens!  I'm nearly a perfect gentleman!  If I can do it, what's wrong with some of you guys out there???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 88% Gentleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/gentleman-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, you are a total gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;You please the pickiest ladies, and you make everyone in a room feel comfortable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Gentleman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116710218590782866?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116710218590782866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116710218590782866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116710218590782866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116710218590782866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/12/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116530574737803184</id><published>2006-12-05T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:07:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>candycane</title><content type='html'>Do you ever go somewhere only to feel instantly sorry you did and ready to escape at the first possible opportunity? I sometimes find myself somewhere wishing I was elsewhere. Sometimes I get all the way up to the door of a place and suddenly decide to not go in. Does anyone else understand/experience that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back from travelling to attend to some exhausting and draining family matters. Over the weekend December came, and everyone is getting into Christmas events but I am not. I just feel like laying low and staying at home every weekend until I die. I know you have to get out and socialize just to survive in this world, but I am tired. I suppose people are going to have to come to me, or will just have to be alienated for now, because I don't have the energy for those things. To put it into sci fi geek terms I'm operating in survival mode and all auxillary systems will have to be shut down for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, going through this time has taught me some important things.&lt;br /&gt;1) I can handle more than I think I can.&lt;br /&gt;2) Helping people makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;3) I know who my friends are and who I can rely on for support.&lt;br /&gt;4) No matter what happens, I have some unshakable values and beliefs that hold me up.&lt;br /&gt;5) Fear is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems simplistic written out like that, but I like to keep things easy. If you've ever read this blog before you know, the closest I come to poetry is haikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate on the second point, I'd offer this as advice to anyone who wants to feel good about themselves. It can even restore lost faith in humankind. Find someone to help today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 20px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;What kind of Star Trekkie are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Captain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 38%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;You are a captain of a great star ship. You are most known for your innovative tactics, and...erm excursions on the side. Your brilliance in odd sitiuations has made you the youngest captain ever.Sit on that comfy captain's chair... "Engage!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Red shirt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 38%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You are a Vulcan or an android.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 29%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Klingon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 21%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Omnipotent being&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 17%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; kind of Star Trekkie are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116530574737803184?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116530574737803184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116530574737803184&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116530574737803184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116530574737803184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/12/candycane.html' title='candycane'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116469124598680199</id><published>2006-11-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:36:54.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have just received some very bad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/image-mosaic(74d4bee9515e05342947d4da8ff171db).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/image-mosaic%2874d4bee9515e05342947d4da8ff171db%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay mosaics!! Here is a picture of myself that I mosaicized.  I am wearing my best bonnet and apron.  Would you like to join me in my&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adelaider.com/image-mosaic/"&gt; MOSAIC MADNESS?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Click on me to see what millions of tiny little pictures I am made of, okay?!!  Do it!  Do it now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight I bought some consulting services at an auction.  The person offering the services isn't exactly a consultant.  Not a financial consultant or any official kind of consultant anyways.  So as I understand it, I've bought the advice and opinions of this individual.  If anyone has anything they'd like me to run by this person, let me know.  I'll report back the results.  I also bought a birdhouse, a scarf, three times of having my car detailed, and one sixth of a dinner for six.  I almost accidentally bid on a date with four girls.  You see I make wild gestures when I talk, and they were misconstrued as bidding.  Fortunately someone bid again because that would have been akward.  But it's okay, because it was all for the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, now I have to get back to indexing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116469124598680199?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116469124598680199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116469124598680199&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116469124598680199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116469124598680199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-just-received-some-very-bad.html' title='i have just received some very bad news'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116443082634808276</id><published>2006-11-24T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:00:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/400/129122/baby%20animal%20collage.png" border="0" /&gt;I made a new collage. This one is nicer. Don't you love cute baby animals? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind about the James Bond movie. I liked it. Here is a new haiku about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome foot chase scene&lt;br /&gt;lived through poison and torture&lt;br /&gt;this Bond is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is having another baby. My family was together and she and my brother-in-law were dropping hints all night and I was the only one to pick up on it. Here is a picture of my darling nephew. He had to go to the hospital the other night because he had croup but he is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/400/591009/bridger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's nice to have a long weekend for the holidays, but I get bored.  Anyways, that's all I got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone had a really nice Thanksgiving.  Take some time to think about what there is to be thankful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116443082634808276?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116443082634808276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116443082634808276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116443082634808276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116443082634808276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/baby-theme.html' title='baby theme'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116442768394338263</id><published>2006-11-23T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:08:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to be a ping pong champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/1600/269858/roger-turkey-2001-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3090/946/400/947611/roger-turkey-2001-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116442768394338263?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116442768394338263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116442768394338263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116442768394338263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116442768394338263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanted-to-be-ping-pong-champion.html' title='I wanted to be a ping pong champion'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116393291539758063</id><published>2006-11-19T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:41:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let go and jump in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/fake%20collage2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/fake%20collage2.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this for you because you're so special and I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Now get out of my sight, you wear a fake moustache.  You're just the next in a series of fake moustaches.  Your fake 'stache is a complete write-off, don't act surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;asthmatic villan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;big fracking deal, not impressed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;silly stupid boy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you know, I drew a picture for you too.  I never sleep.  Shut up.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/flowers%20fake%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116393291539758063?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116393291539758063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116393291539758063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116393291539758063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116393291539758063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-go-and-jump-in.html' title='let go and jump in'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116366120711762832</id><published>2006-11-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:22:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>david johansen</title><content type='html'>I tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because I'm reading too many things in addition to doing lots of indexing research in addition to everything else in my day. In my spare time I'm trying to get through &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herman_Melville"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Melville)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the third time, &lt;em&gt;The Zahir&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulo_Coelho"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;em&gt;Forbidden Area&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Frank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pat Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), and the &lt;em&gt;New Testament&lt;/em&gt; (the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, obviously!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know who Pat Frank is? Maybe you read "Alas Babylon" in high school. I did. This book is about Russians planting spies as American citizens during the Cold War. If you like war, weaponry, strategery, or spies, you will like this book. I prefer spies. Plus there's an excellent picture of him on the book jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/pat%20frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/pat%20frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait... today in&lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/topics/news/story.html?id=054f097a-a1d8-46a1-842e-5495bc4c6479&amp;amp;k=20374"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; the news, a Russian Directorate S spy was apprehended in Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, this man was a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enjoying the book(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dksjkguh923huhjksdf###*$@#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116366120711762832?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116366120711762832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116366120711762832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116366120711762832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116366120711762832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/david-johansen.html' title='david johansen'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116305159771470008</id><published>2006-11-08T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:58:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for _________!</title><content type='html'>What we learned today: "Wars are too &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Clemenceau"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;important to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e left to the generals."&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Rumsfeld, you had to go. Ironically, to me at least, it seems the elections could have turned more in the Republican's favor if he just would have stepped down a month ago. My personal opinions aside, it's hard to argue that this administration hasn't gone down in flames. Where's the leadership today? I don't care what your politics are, just tell me where the leadership is. It's non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still waaaay too early for Christmas. To the radio station here in town, quit playing that 24/7 Christmas music. At least wait until December. To my neighbors, take down those stupid Christmas lights. Everyone knows lights shouldn't be put up until Thanksgiving weekend. The holidays are hard enough without beginning in October. Geez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got this promotion at work and apparently I'm now on the grapevine. People I don't know are congratulating me. I knew this job was the right thing to do! Did I ever tell you that I'm a business woman? I got a fancy briefcase and a no nonsense attitude. I walk around with a little earpiece thingy talking on my cell phone. When people think I am talking to them, I look at them disdainfully because they are obviously not business people. I got a desk with drawers that lock. That's where I keep all my important business documents. Sometimes I wear my glasses at work just to make me look smarter. I'll work straight through my breaks if I feel like it, because I'm a BUSINESS WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/business%20woman%20in%20airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/business%20woman%20in%20airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me on my way to an important place with some important business. I'm always checking my watch because I've got places to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we all know that ska music is the funnest to dance to and therefore ska concerts are super fun. But maybe you aren't so confident. Maybe you've been to the ska concert, and you've wanted to dance but you just didn't know how. Don't worry about it! Just let loose and follow these &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/SkaGirl/excerpts/dance.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;five simpl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e steps. And remember, if we've learned anything from America's Next Top Model this season, always fully commit. Nothing is worse than a half-hearted ska dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara says: Don't let a grown-up pride hide all the need inside. Be a person who needs people!&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go watch this documentary on drugs through history on the history channel because I'm all business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. They made a lot of movies with people smoking marijuana and getting high in the 20s and 30s. Bet you didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: February 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature.&lt;br /&gt;Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life.&lt;br /&gt;You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your thirst for adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Hot pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Figure eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.  I know it should really be P.P.P.S. but I just like it better with S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.  So it turns out in WW2 the German army was on methamphetamines and that's how they covered so much ground and never stopped, according to this documentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116305159771470008?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116305159771470008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116305159771470008&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116305159771470008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116305159771470008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-for.html' title='thank you for _________!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116279603236291010</id><published>2006-11-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:02:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fire quick and die off fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/fall_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/fall_night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home at about 15 minutes ago and I felt the strangest urge to skip down the street.  There's a full moon tonight, and it's so bright outside.  I popped up my collar, just to be all the more mysterious, and danced around the whole block.  I stopped once to jump in (and wreck) a pile of leaves on someone else's lawn. It was exhilarating.  I just hope no one saw me, because I probably looked like an idiot.  It's the small things I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116279603236291010?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116279603236291010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116279603236291010&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116279603236291010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116279603236291010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/fire-quick-and-die-off-fast.html' title='fire quick and die off fast'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116279856242147282</id><published>2006-11-05T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:37:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd rob a quickie mart for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: rgb(0, 102, 179); color: white;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; text-align: center; font-size: 14px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 2px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; font-weight:  bold; line-height: 180%; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116279856242147282?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116279856242147282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116279856242147282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116279856242147282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116279856242147282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-rob-quickie-mart-for-you.html' title='i&apos;d rob a quickie mart for you'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116253195268798462</id><published>2006-11-02T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:33:41.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil jungle prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Which Friends character are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You are like Rachel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 49%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a great friend, and your friends can rely on you. You are always supportive and they can trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are independent and you don't need anyone to look after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always wearing the latest fashion and your clothes and hairstyles are regularly copied by your friends and people around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to settle down, but only with the right person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You are like Monica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 44%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You are like Joey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 35%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You are like Chandler&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 32%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You are like Phoebe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 32%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;You are like Ross&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 19%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/which_friends_character_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Friends character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone take this quiz and tell me which friend you are most like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more random note, I love Bryan Adams.  I don't know what's so special about him, but he is on my secret list of men I would run away with if he were to only to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving my new job.  Today we had some kareoke (I don't feel like looking up the spelling right now) and my friend Daniel danced around the room.  How many jobs can you do that at?  Tomorrow we are having a potluck and we (coworkers and I) decided the theme will be food from all different countries.  That is why I spent 3 hours tonight preparing Thai food.  I made something called "Evil Jungle Prince", and that is the sole reason I picked that recipe, for the name.  I'll post the recipe if it goes over well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pick out what I am going to wear tomorrow because it is a very special day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!xoxoBYEoxox!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116253195268798462?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116253195268798462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116253195268798462&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116253195268798462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116253195268798462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/11/evil-jungle-prince.html' title='evil jungle prince'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116228496568385596</id><published>2006-10-31T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:56:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waxing gibbous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/halloween_camaro_ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/halloween_camaro_ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a Halloween themed ad for a Camaro just for you because I love you! Don't you know how swell you are? Rock on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So it's Halloween. I've been to about 5 parties, one haunted train ride, one haunted house, and watched countless horror movies in the last few weeks. I guess you could say I'm trying to get into the spirit of things. It makes things much more enjoyable than just sitting around. But the things that REALLY scare me are the ghost stories. And that's saying something, because everything scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I think that maybe, just MAYBE, they might be true. I kind of believe in ghosts. It's hard to prove that ghosts exist, but can you prove that they don't exist? Exactly. That's why I kind of believe. I can't personally vouch for possessing all knowledge in the world, and therefore cannot say for certain that these things are not real. Also, I am very aware of all the haunted places around me. They are everywhere. And some of them are really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's the old asylum in Lehi. One night a doctor went crazy and hung a nurse from the flagpole. She can sometimes be seen hanging there at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Big Cottonwood canyon, you can see the people who have drowned in the creek watching you from among the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Ben Lomond Hotel is a big haunted spot. The mother that let herself die from neglect basically after her son died at war, and two other people committed suicide there by jumping from the window. It's a popular thing for some people to rent a room there and try to find something scary happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rock Canyon there is a ghost who looks like a man from the 70s. People have seen him stand on top on the canyon wall and then run straight down the rock face at an impossible pace. Supposedly there have been some murders and Satanic rituals there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl can be heard crying in the basement at Riverton Elementary. She died somehow in the school, and still haunts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hundred years ago, there was a grave digger that would rob the clothes and other items from the caskets he was burying. They caught him and sentenced him to exile on Antelope Island, which is in the middle of the Great Salt Lake. He disappeared, and people say they see him walking the shores holding the things he stole. I say if they were in a drought, he probably could've just waded out to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our own Gravity Hill. The story behind that is some guy was driving over an overpass and fell off and died. So now if you put your car in neutral on the hill, you'll roll forward instead of back. I guess the guy is trying to help people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman wearing a wedding gown haunts Memory Grove. I don't know the story on how she died, but I'm glad I've never seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Shilo Inn a crazed lady shoved all of her kids off one of the high balconies and then jumped. The story is you can hear the kids screaming for their mother to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the classics. The gravestone that says "666 Victim of the Beast" at the Salt Lake Cemetary. I've found that gravestone there, and I was creeped out. In the same cemetary is Emo's grave. You are supposed to walk around it three times and say his name three times. Then if you look in the window you will see Emo's face looking back at you. Also the door is supposed to be the door to hell. According to the story, Emo is some Satan worshipper from a few hundred years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/lillygray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/lillygray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/emosgrave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/emosgrave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story that I've heard a lot is all the people in white hooded robes in the canyons in that small corner of Arizona that I-15 crosses over. I've heard that they are either klansmen, or Satan worshippers. Either way, that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man I used to work with told me the story of how he and his mother and siblings spent the night in the mountains sometimes when their dad wasn't pleasant to be around (so to speak). They would just pitch tents up there. One night he heard a very loud, strange animal-like sound. He went out of his tent to look, just in time to hear something huge crashing through the trees, about 10 feet away from him. He couldn't see it very well because it was night, but he swears it was a Bigfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a giant sea monster in Bear Lake. No one has ever mapped the depth of Bear Lake. It's just never been done because it's so deep. Some people say there might even be a tunnel connecting our lake with the loch in Scotland, and maybe it's the same monter, just swimming back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one I can think of is about the skinwalkers. Supposedly they will sometimes keep pace with trucks and other vehicles on the highways in the more rural areas of Utah. A skinwalker is a person who uses black magic to turn into an animal. However, they can be recognized as skinwalkers because their eyes glow and they have an unnatural gait for an animal, and they are evil and probably trying to kill you. It is typically associated with Native American stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point? I say embrace the haunted places around you, just don't go there at night. Unless it's Halloween. Then really don't go there at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. Make sure you read your "Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark" or some Edgar Allan Poe today. Reading it in the dark with a flashlight below your chin makes it even more fun. If that were even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/Edgar-Allan-Poe-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/Edgar-Allan-Poe-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116228496568385596?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116228496568385596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116228496568385596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116228496568385596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116228496568385596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/waxing-gibbous.html' title='waxing gibbous'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116166675534444762</id><published>2006-10-23T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:53:47.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have an idea I could borrow?</title><content type='html'>Today a friend of mine (we'll call him Jason, because that's his name) approached me asking if I had a string. I said no, and before I could ask, "What for?", he pulled a stray hair off my shirt and used it to floss his teeth. Any comments on that? I was surprised, I'll tell you what. He did also tell me that my hair smells good, so that helped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/dflosing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/dflosing.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's hard to find a picture of a male flossing his teeth. Apparently more people would like to see females flossing their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Republicans will probably lose the House (at least) to the Democrats this fall. I can only say it serves them right. They have a low, low approval rating. They aren't using their power effectively. There have been so many scandals recently, including Mark Foley, Jack Abramoff, and more. Maybe Republicans should lose power. I'm not saying this because I believe the Republicans will come roaring back with a huge victory in 2008 after a defeat this fall. Once the Democrats get the House they'll probably keep it for a while. But perhaps one party controlling both House and Senate is a recipe for corruption and should not be allowed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means are Democrats any better. Instead of working towards solutions, in many cases they only continue to point out Republican shortcomings. I don't believe in the Democratic agenda. I am completely against abortion. But what do Republicans believe in anymore, besides the bottom line? Where's the vision? I am a real conservative, but I don't like to claim being a real Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Hillary Clinton or John McCain for President 2008. I'd like to see that nice lady down the street run, or the guy that works in my grocery store. He seems pretty smart. We'll form a new party called the Democrats-And-Republicans-Have-Become-Too-Corrupt-And-Lost-All-Focus-And-We-Want-To-Help-The-People-And-Keep-The-Country-Safe-And-Prosperous-Party. I know it's a long name, but we could use an acronym, like D&amp;RHBTC&amp;amp;LAF&amp;WWTHTP&amp;amp;KTCS&amp;P party. Anyways, you get the idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercentenarian is a big fancy word for someone who lived to be over 110 years old. I hope I never live that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Communist Manifesto was published on my birthday, 1848.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought I had: In Sci Fi shows, including one of my favorites, &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Battlestar Gallactica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, why do space craft have wings? And when they're in space, why are they all shown as being right-side up? It seems to me that if we were to have an actual portrayal of space craft in space, some would be right side up, upside down, sideways, and all different ways. Because really, which way is up when you are in a vaccum? Actually in Battlestar I don't recall seeing wings on space craft, but I'm pretty sure they show all space craft usually oriented in the same plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married today to a gay man who works for the CIA.  We live on 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, Apt 2.  We have a joint medical insurance policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the season for scary movies. In a continued effort to desensitize myself to frightening things (because in all reality I am jumpy as heck and scare extremely easily, to the point of embarrassment; just ask the people sitting next to me when I saw The Grudge last week how many times I screamed, covered my eyes, and spoke to the movie characters as if they could hear me), I have set them all to record on the DVR. So far I've seen the first Halloween movie, and so I've penned a haiku or two (or four):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth I was bored&lt;br /&gt;Mike Meyer's never goes fast&lt;br /&gt;He walks when killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's face is but a&lt;br /&gt;Bill Shatner mask painted white&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Lee Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than most Horror girls&lt;br /&gt;She was pretty brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she must know&lt;br /&gt;The first rule of horror films:&lt;br /&gt;Slutty girls die first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mike10604_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mike10604_w.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I went out on a limb and used a semi-colon. I'm pretty sure I used it wrong. If anyone can grammatically edit that for me, I'd appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116166675534444762?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116166675534444762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116166675534444762&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116166675534444762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116166675534444762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-have-idea-i-could-borrow.html' title='Do you have an idea I could borrow?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116141607118293064</id><published>2006-10-21T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:04:05.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fracking Friday</title><content type='html'>It's finally fracking Friday.  I had to complete an extremely stressful assessment at work today and I am wiped out and a little discouraged to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I truly believe I have a mental disorder. Never ever read your old Abnormal Psych text when you believe you have a mental disorder, it will only make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today someone at work that I liked really a lot, a lot left to go work somewhere else and it made me very, very sad.  It's unfortunate really because it's not often you meet someone who is so extremly sincere and genuinely good as this person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we expect unrealistic things from people, and therefore we should not be disappointed when expectations are not met, but sometimes we still are.   By we I mean me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the same old shallow conversations with people, had over and over again out of politeness.  Do you really care how I am doing?  Of course not, you weren't even listening.  And we never talk, not really.  And the last time I began to actually tell you something real you ignored me and began talking to someone else.  Don't force yourself, let's just skip the niceties and say we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just pondering what common allergy I should dress as for Halloween.  It's down to a peanut or ragweed.  I'm still debating and it could take a while.  In the meantime, enjoy this vision of Halloween terror: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mary Kate.  If you don't put some garlic and holy water out she just might turn into a bat and fly through your bedroom window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/marykate1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/marykate1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've just about had it now.  Sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116141607118293064?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116141607118293064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116141607118293064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116141607118293064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116141607118293064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-fracking-friday.html' title='It&apos;s fracking Friday'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116113016435537360</id><published>2006-10-17T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:12:35.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture doesn't move itself</title><content type='html'>So I am on hiatus right now for reasons explained in the comments of the previous post, but I just quickly wanted to say something.  I went to the library today and someone wanted to buy a Cd they had for sale, but his debit card declined.  The librarian was soooo nice, she just bought it for him and said "It's on me."  It was only a dollar, but still.  That woman deserves an award!  I'll give her the happy sunshine award for the day.  Now I have to go move some furniture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116113016435537360?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116113016435537360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116113016435537360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116113016435537360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116113016435537360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/furniture-doesnt-move-itself.html' title='Furniture doesn&apos;t move itself'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116020909443965012</id><published>2006-10-07T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:23:05.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freud's structural theory</title><content type='html'>I've seen everyone else do this on their blogs and I wanted to see who I looked like too! The only problem was it was really hard to find a picture that was mostly front facing, so I had to use this weird one. It's all orangey and it was a picture someone took when I wasn't even looking, but it's the best I could do. Anyways, everyone should try it out, it's pretty fun. Try a couple different pictures if you have them because you can get different results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - photo albums with facial recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - photo albums with facial recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="469" src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/44/32/26/443226_274969b9067254yzolaf04.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just want to take a moment to complain. Some women who have children, particularly the ones in their 20s who are new mothers think the world revolves around them. Yes I may be single, does that mean I'm not entitled to my opinion? I'm not spouting opinions about any of these people. My opinion that I voiced today was a very simple, small, completely non-offensive, opinion. But some girls that think they're an expert because they've had a baby for three weeks will automatically discount my opinions because I don't have a kid. Instead they will condescend to me. I'm pretty sure my opinions aren't going to magically change when I have a kid. So if I hear the phrase, "Obviously you don't have kids" once more, I don't know what I'll do. I'll not like it, that's what I'll do. Frankly with these particular women I'd much rather be single than have made their choices and be living their lives. OKAY??? That's all I have to really say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I did quite a few things, but one thing I did was watch a movie called, "The Illusionist". I feel prompted to pen a movie review haiku: (*SPOILER ALERT* Kind of. Sorry, I didn't warn last time and I got a complaint!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magician he is&lt;br /&gt;Amazing tricks, I gasp&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisenheim was cool&lt;br /&gt;Real magic, or illusion&lt;br /&gt;Must be a genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown-prince is bad&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk and became violent&lt;br /&gt;Then justice was served&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Biehl too&lt;br /&gt;Childhood friend, not too shabby&lt;br /&gt;She was pretty smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Edward Norton&lt;br /&gt;He has intense, crazy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Had everyone fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Giamatti&lt;br /&gt;Looked like Sigmund Freud in this&lt;br /&gt;Used Super-ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for shock&lt;br /&gt;This movie will surprise you&lt;br /&gt;I say two thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this it's hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="525" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJsDN6y0TCE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJsDN6y0TCE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="525" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for more Halloween de-sensitization, take a look at the picture below (If you dare!). I made it really small so it wouldn't instantly kill you. Her known powers are the ability to eject rhetoric at any moment and being able to contort her face in a million ways, each one more frightening than the next. Keep your children indoors! And don't stare too long, or YOUR face might freeze that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/scary_hillary.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/scary_hillary.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116020909443965012?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116020909443965012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116020909443965012&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116020909443965012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116020909443965012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/freuds-structural-theory.html' title='Freud&apos;s structural theory'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-116011033142412423</id><published>2006-10-05T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:52:11.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/jess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'M &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halloween is coming up quickly.  To get everyone in the holiday mood, I have decided to bring to you some of the scariest things out there.  This will also help me increase my tolerance for all things scary so that I can brave going to a haunted house again this year.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I feature Jessica Simpson and her creepy as heck, crazy eyes.  They will burn a hole right through you if you're not careful.  BEWARE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-116011033142412423?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/116011033142412423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=116011033142412423&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116011033142412423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/116011033142412423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/nightmare-1.html' title='Nightmare #1'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115985211396495956</id><published>2006-10-02T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:41:35.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>count on your fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/hand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/hand.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started my new job today and it's going fabulously well. I love everyone so far that I have met and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be really good at it. And then I hope to move up the ladder. Did I mention they also have great benefits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was doing a little shopping in the Wal-Marts the other day. I took all the crap I selected up to the register, put it on the conveyor belt, and waited my turn to be checked out. After the lady rang up everything, I realized I had forgotten to even bring my money, which was a little disappointing because that meant I spent 45 minutes shopping for nothing. Shockingly, the fellow in line behind me offered to pay for my stuff. This has never happened to me before. He not only offered, he was quite insistent. But it's not like I was trying to get some food for my 64 starving children. This was $23 worth of junk basically that I really didn't even need. So I kept declining help, and finally had to just walk away to get him to stop trying to buy the stuff for me. But this has never before happened to me. Has this ever happened to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I tried on a pair of jeans in the store the other day that actually fit. In clothing terms, this is definitely the equivalent of my soulmate. Usually the waist on my jeans is too big, on this pair it was just right. I won't even need a belt (except to accessorize). Usually the legs are too short or too long. On this pair it was perfect. Not only was it perfect, it was perfect length with a regular athletic shoe or high heeled boots. If it hadn't really happened to me, I would have thought it too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I read a men's magazine today. I have never done this before. Instead of the usual fare of women's magazines which detail all the ways to manipulate men, this was about how to manipulate women. It was pretty interesting hearing it from the opposite side. And I quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Women aren’t content just to be happy. Their brains are wired differently than ours -- they crave conflict, drama and instability. They like to start fights over nothing. Because they need and want to be constantly reassured, they thrive on insecurity. They are illogical and emotion-driven creatures."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Women are like little children -- they believe that the sun and universe revolve around them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never forget that women look at dating and marriage as businesses, and if she’s not going to realize a future profit, then she will have no further use for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe I shouldn't have read this. Maybe this is men's territory and I should just stay away. I won't deny that there are perhaps little seeds of truth in these statements. But really, I think this is a bit harsh. In the interest of transparency I will add that I hardly ever read women's magazines and I never take anything in them seriously, except for hair and makeup tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. So I've made some tentative life decisions and I think I have a plan now regarding my schooling, long abandoned due to lack of direction. Yay stressful decisions!&lt;br /&gt;I also have an upcoming "growth" experience in two weeks. You won't know what that means unless you already know what that means, if that makes sense. And to the ones who know what it means, this is a reminder that we really need to get on that before too much time passes. Remember, this isn't Mr. Right, it's Mr. Rightnow and all that, blah blah blah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Final thought: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you are visiting my blog but you have never left a comment, now is the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know how many people are coming here, but I don't know who you are. Leave me a comment for pete's sake! I'd like to know who you are! Heck, even if you've never been here before, you too are welcome to leave a comment. I'd leave a comment for you, ya know. If I knew who you were that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. This is a picture of me (middle) and Anne and Christy at the fair in our fair outfits. Christy posted it on her superb blog and I stole it. ( Insert Evil cackling here.) The lady with the fanny pack is not one of us, she was just in the way. Believe me I wouldn't be caught dead with one of those. No offense to anyone who would. By the by, go to &lt;a href="http://christyshepherd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy's blog&lt;/a&gt;, it's freaking awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/usatfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/usatfair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115985211396495956?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115985211396495956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115985211396495956&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115985211396495956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115985211396495956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/count-on-your-fingers.html' title='count on your fingers'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115939574011451935</id><published>2006-09-27T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:22:20.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>45 conversations have been deleted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/buttercow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/buttercow.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of a sculpture made out of butter I took with my camera phone. This is pure &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Americana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Americana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and this is what you will find at the State Fair. You can also find quilts, livestock, rodeos, demolition derbys, and many types of deep fried food. All this and more is why I have a deep and abiding love for all things Fair. Oh, that and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnies"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;carnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If I knew how to put up mp3s on this blog, I would definitely put up something by Aaron Copeland. Imagine you are listeing to Aaron Copeland right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I must get back to my mural I've been working on FOREVER. I'd like to finish it today, and it just might happen. Then I will collect my money and deposit it and pay some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bills"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!! And maybe go shopping to get myself ready for my new job beginning on Monday for which I am actually excited, believe it or not. And what I'm even more excited about is walking up to the HR dept at my current job and telling them that I quit. Yay quitting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Job"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/6319162763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/6319162763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115939574011451935?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115939574011451935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115939574011451935&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115939574011451935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115939574011451935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/09/45-conversations-have-been-deleted.html' title='45 conversations have been deleted'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115856396692126181</id><published>2006-09-17T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:32:47.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I live for today.  The past has come and gone and the future never will.</title><content type='html'>This meme is stolen from kales, and I guess she stole it from someone else. If you want the whole thing, go to &lt;a href="http://misssparkles001.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I have the same old fashioned middle name as my mom and my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Today, the day before, the day before that. Almost everyday. That's why I swear by waterproof mascara. But don't worry, it's not all sad. Sometimes it's happy and sometimes it's from watching a heartwarming movie, like Gridiron Gang. (Embarassing but true.) I'm an emotional girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes, only I can read it and sometimes even I can't read it. It matches my temperment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? I have lots of things I write really embarassing, personal stuff in. I'm talking some things I've never even said out loud to myself. I hope they will be buried with me because I am serious when I say embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No. Sometimes I don't even tie them when I put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I hesitated, but I was thinking earlier today that there's been nothing I haven't gotten through yet, so I say YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. SHOE SIZE? 8 or 8 1/2. Christmas is coming up you know, I wouldn't say no to new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Sometimes I am too weird and eccentric. It alienates some people. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? I don't feel comfortable putting the name down. After all, people I know read this sometimes. I guess this would also fall under #7. Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Brand New Colony - The Postal Service. I like the lyrics: &lt;em&gt;I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as you're lying there, drifting off to sleep... Everything will change, we'll give ourselves new names. Identities erased... Everything will change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? I like nerdy boys, smart boys, or funny boys. Any of those three things. In all people I like a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Both have their place. I love a happy ending, but I can't give up my weekend scary movie either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Green. Geniuses choose green you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer. I am depressed it has already snowed on the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. HUGS OR KISSES? Depends on who it's from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? The Once and Future King. I like it because it employs the imagination and it's nice to read a sort of kids book every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Project Runway, tivoed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVORITE SOUNDS? I can hear the train late at night when the house is really quiet. I love that sound. It means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? This has come up several times with different people this last week, so I will settle it once and for all. I was born in Montreal, Canada. It's true. I don't know why people don't believe me. Feb 21 1981.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115856396692126181?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115856396692126181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115856396692126181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115856396692126181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115856396692126181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-live-for-today-past-has-come-and_17.html' title='I live for today.  The past has come and gone and the future never will.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115836512625033039</id><published>2006-09-16T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:01:05.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is America</title><content type='html'>Some people think Bobby and Whitney were a mismatched couple. Sure he may have ruined her looks and wrecked her fame, but I think they were perfect for each other. Don't believe me? Feel free to view the following as videographic evidence. It's quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBUWYZXbu0g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBUWYZXbu0g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! Have a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will because I landed a new job yesterday. Good bye salt mines!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115836512625033039?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115836512625033039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115836512625033039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115836512625033039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115836512625033039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-america.html' title='This Is America'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115812694805806826</id><published>2006-09-12T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:15:02.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the killing moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/messageinabottle.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/messageinabottle.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am all alone. My family is out of town for 10 days, I am off work this entire week. Let me tell you what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I have no memory of what happened on Saturday. I'm sure something happened, just not recalling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I spent a fair amount of time making cupcakes for something. This resulted in begging people to take the left-overs, creating tons of dirty dishes, and my feet being very sore from standing in uncomfortable shoes for eight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I began making scenery for an upcoming event, for which I am being paid. I am required to make about 4 mini-scenes. One will be a 7 foot tall mural with 3-D elements, another a 6 foot tall stone-like crumbling prison wall with bars, the third is of a man who appears to be on his deathbed(I don't know how I'm going to do that one yet), and the last one requires a fake but moving fire. All prototypes I created on this day failed, prompting me to throw a giant fit and destroy all of them. Also on Monday I decided to eat all green foods. And I went on a hike. I ended up walking with someone who was about to fall over from dizzyness and a racing heartbeat. Everyone else had left her. I was afraid to go ahead because it looked like she was going to pass out or something. So I tried to help her out and we had to go REALLY SLOW! As a result I only got to spend about 5 minutes at the top of the hike before it was time to go back down. Arrrg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday and things are a little better. I have the framework for my wall, and I finally buckled down for the mural. I have to draw it freehand from a picture, so it's taking some time, but at least I now know the direction take it in. You know when you start concentrating on something and all outside noise and distractions fade away from your brain? I call it "being in the zone", and it finally came to me at 8pm tonight as I was drawing. Today I ate mostly yellow foods, like corn. Also, I listened to mostly three songs on repeat all day long: &lt;em&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/em&gt;, Guster; &lt;em&gt;Make Damn Sure&lt;/em&gt;, Taking Back Sunday; &lt;em&gt;The Killing Moon&lt;/em&gt;, Echo &amp;amp; The Bunnymen. I guess this shows what happens to my brain when I have no human contact all day. It's not a pretty picture folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who knows me personally, I'm free this week! Let's hang out so I don't get a full on case of cabin fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some blogthings for your enjoyment. I've always said I was a moon person, and this proves it. (In my opinion there are two kinds of people, ones that prefer the moon and ones that prefer the sun. It doesn't mean much, it's just an idea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are From the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/moon.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can vibe with the steady rhythms of the Moon.You're in touch with your emotions and intuition.You possess a great, unmatched imagination - and an infinite memory.Ultra-sensitive, you feel at home anywhere (or with anyone).A total healer, you light the way in the dark for many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115812694805806826?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115812694805806826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115812694805806826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115812694805806826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115812694805806826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/09/killing-moon.html' title='the killing moon'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115803673861067992</id><published>2006-09-11T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:52:18.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else Sept 11 was a bad day, a news event.  For us it was a change in attitude.  There's not been a single day I haven't heard the words 9/11 or thought about it since I woke up in time to see it happen on television five years ago.  It was shocking and confusing and agonizing. I remember I couldn't believe what was happening.  I literally did not trust what my eyes were perceiving.  It was the beginning of a war, and the world would never feel the same way to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115803673861067992?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115803673861067992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115803673861067992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115803673861067992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115803673861067992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115734136962634022</id><published>2006-09-03T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:22:03.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>misunderstood</title><content type='html'>Driving home today I saw a broken pumpkin along the side of the road. I thought it was a little early for pumpkins, but hey, it's September now. It's time to pull out the sweaters and switch into fall mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have decided I will carve the scariest and/or most violent pumpkin ever. Maybe it will be like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/hobased_1898_7083954.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/hobased_1898_7083954.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that maybe I will hang it from a noose over a tree branch. And I'll throw some glowsticks in the middle of it. And bury an axe into the top of it's head. And maybe War Pigs will be playing in the background (Ozzy's version). Whatever it takes to scare little kids away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variations on our theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our living room is currently the color of pumpkin, but may not be for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins are getting back together and will be putting out a new cd. Even though they likely won't have James and D'arcy around this time, hopefully it will still be the same band or similar that I have been a fan of since 14 years old.  At this very moment I am listening to Stand Inside Your Love from Machina.  And you're not a true fan unless you have Machina II, technically the last album thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In The Lord of the Rings (the third one) when they go back to the shire some hobbit is holding a pumpkin and is polishing it with a cloth. They never show what he is going to do with it, he just keeps polishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linus and Sally waited for the Great Pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mom is a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/pumpkins/history.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about jack-o-lanterns, if you care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People have been making jack-o-lanterns at Halloween for centuries. The practice originated from an Irish myth about a man nicknamed "Stingy Jack." According to the story, Stingy Jack invited the Devil to have a drink with him. True to his name, Stingy Jack didn't want to pay for his drink, so he convinced the Devil to turn himself into a coin that Jack could use to buy their drinks. Once the Devil did so, Jack decided to keep the money and put it into his pocket next to a silver cross, which prevented the Devil from changing back into his original form. Jack eventually freed the Devil, under the condition that he would not bother Jack for one year and that, should Jack die, he would not claim his soul. The next year, Jack again tricked the Devil into climbing into a tree to pick a piece of fruit. While he was up in the tree, Jack carved a sign of the cross into the tree's bark so that the Devil could not come down until the Devil promised Jack not to bother him for ten more years.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Jack died. As the legend goes, God would not allow such an unsavory figure into heaven. The Devil, upset by the trick Jack had played on him and keeping his word not to claim his soul, would not allow Jack into hell. He sent Jack off into the dark night with only a burning coal to light his way. Jack put the coal into a carved out turnip and has been roaming the Earth with it ever since. The Irish began to refer to this ghostly figure as "Jack of the Lantern," and then, simply "Jack O'Lantern."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That devil was obviously an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangentally, I have decided that Mark Wahlberg is the perfect male specimen. As evidence I present exhibits 1-4 to the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/detailscover_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/detailscover_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/281x211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mark-wahlberg-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mark-wahlberg-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mark-wahlberg-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mark-wahlberg-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an item of concern. On Lord of the Rings, all the "good" men are white, and all the "bad" men are sort of represented with an Arab or African look. I wonder why they did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to talk about Israel and Lebannon? No one ever wants to talk with me about politics anymore. That makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is very random and quite long. If you made it this far, congratulations! I'm sure you had nothing better to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115734136962634022?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115734136962634022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115734136962634022&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115734136962634022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115734136962634022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/09/misunderstood.html' title='misunderstood'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115647914924222728</id><published>2006-08-24T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:12:29.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cast the pearls aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 15% Left Brained, 85% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting... I really wish I had more left brain though, it would make things a lot easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115647914924222728?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115647914924222728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115647914924222728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115647914924222728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115647914924222728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/cast-pearls-aside.html' title='cast the pearls aside'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115639481279199977</id><published>2006-08-23T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:46:52.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the beautiful people</title><content type='html'>Hi!  I am an female between the ages of 5 and ? and I live in America and these are my role models.  I want to be just like them when I grow up.  Hey, everyone else is becoming anorexic, so why shouldn't I?  Sure I may only live to my early 20's, get osteoporosis, and look disgusting, but I won't realize that and I won't care.  I'll still think I'm fat when I weigh 69 pounds and they have to pump food in through my veins!  Yay anorexia!  It's the only way I'll truly be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic2elisa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic2elisa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic3elisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic3elisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic4celebritiessuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic4celebritiessuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic5celebritiessuckalegraVesace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic5celebritiessuckalegraVesace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic6celebritiessuckMischaBarton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic6celebritiessuckMischaBarton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic7celebritiessuckWaistingaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic7celebritiessuckWaistingaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic8celebritiessuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic8celebritiessuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic10elisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic10elisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic11fashionroom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic11fashionroom.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic12fashionroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic12fashionroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/anorexic13fashionroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/anorexic13fashionroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115639481279199977?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115639481279199977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115639481279199977&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115639481279199977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115639481279199977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautiful-people.html' title='the beautiful people'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115630191684578758</id><published>2006-08-22T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:29:39.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>conflict is an illusion</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I begin a serious job search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I was called in to a meeting with my supervisor so she could tell me some of my breaks were 30 seconds to a minute over the allotted time. Did I mention there's no clock in the break room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last quarter I was called into a meeting with my supervisor so she could tell me some of my breaks were too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to sign a form 3971 for something that is so ridiculous it is beyond my physical ability to describe it. As I scrawled my name on that piece of paper, I had the strongest urge to throw the clipboard across the room and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was disgusted with myself for working for an organization that numbers their forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned what a disgruntled postal worker is, and how it is created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to watch a montage of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hJgcIbERww"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;america's fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;niest home videos to unwind after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was informed that I should be embarassed of some of the songs on my ipod. I believe the songs on your very own ipod are a personal thing, and it's nobody's dang business! Especially not the business of a nosy 16 year old. What kind of taste in music does a 16 year old have, anyway? Not much. Here are just some of the songs I should supposedly be embarassed about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Non Blondes - What's Up&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson - L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;Bangles - Eternal Flame&lt;br /&gt;Bel Biv Devoe - Poison&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead or Alive&lt;br /&gt;Bone Thugs n Harmony - Crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams &amp; Melanie C. - When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion - It's All Coming Back To Me&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Badd - All For Love&lt;br /&gt;Echo And The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon&lt;br /&gt;The Flys - Got You Where I Want You&lt;br /&gt;Haddaway - What Is Love&lt;br /&gt;Ini Kamoze - Hot Steppa&lt;br /&gt;K7 - Come Baby Come&lt;br /&gt;Marky Mark - Good Vibrations&lt;br /&gt;Milli Vanilli - Blame It On The Rain&lt;br /&gt;Montell Jordan - This Is How We Do It&lt;br /&gt;Motely Crue - GirlsGirlsGirls&lt;br /&gt;Poison - Every Rose Has It's Thorns&lt;br /&gt;Positive K - I Gotta Man&lt;br /&gt;R Kelly - Bump n Grind&lt;br /&gt;Soft Cell - Tainted Love&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now&lt;br /&gt;Warrant - Once Bitten Twice Shy&lt;br /&gt;Wham - Jitterbug&lt;br /&gt;White Town - Your Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/millv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/millv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, you know it's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I should be embarassed about Ashlee Simpson. But can I help it if I just have to dance when I hear that song? Can I help it if I have to pull my car over to the side of the road every time "This Is How We Do It" comes on my headphones out of sheer elation? Can I help it if some unspoken law of femalehood makes it mandatory to sing Celine Dion at the top of my lungs? No, it's no fault of my own. Many of the songs in that list are from my high school years. Some are even from my childhood. Each one of them contains a fond memory of my youth. I can't simply delete them from my ipod into cyberspace to make room for what, Hilary Duff? I don't think so. Trust me, I have a lot of cool music too. But somethings a person just can't let go of very easily, nor should they have to. Does anyone else have so-called "embarassing" music on their ipod, or am I alone here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. By random chance I just found that my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._Crawford_Mosley_High_School"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;old high school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is on Wikipedia.  They make it sound like a resort or something.  In reality it was a giant one level square building with almost no windows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115630191684578758?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115630191684578758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115630191684578758&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115630191684578758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115630191684578758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/conflict-is-illusion.html' title='conflict is an illusion'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115620680475816045</id><published>2006-08-21T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:02:16.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I prefer to live in denial</title><content type='html'>I spend most of my workday listening to the news. That's why I practically jumped out of my skin today when I heard that Iran has been shelling Iraq for a while now. I couldn't believe I hadn't heard this before. Actually, I have a pretty good idea why. They'd rather give front page to stories like the freakshow that may have killed Jon Benet and other things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think the world is falling apart? So many things are happening today, and no one in the media even tries to connect the meaning of them. Since I'm worried about Iran, and interested in their reply due to the UN tomorrow, here are some of the things I've been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/20/world/middleeast/20iraq.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;NYTimes &lt;/span&gt;Iranian Shells Land in Kurdish Villages in Northern Iraq, Killing 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahmadinejad.ir/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ahmadinejad's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - ***make sure you note the poll question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/5271574.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BBC News&lt;/span&gt; Iran reply may herald new confrontation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was too serious, so I'm going to lighten things up by telling everyone how stupid I am. Anyone who wears contacts during the day and glasses at night knows what a pain that can be. It's especially annoying when you first wake up in the morning. I don't like to put in my contacts right away because my eyes are too sleepy at first. Therefore, I often wear my glasses all morning. I even wear them into the shower. The problem is they get all wet and foggy in there and I end up having to take them off. And it's hard to shave your legs when you can't see anything but a blur. So, one day I found a bottle of anti-fog gel that I used to use when I was scuba diving to keep my diving mask clear. I decided to put it on my glasses one morning to see if they would stay un-foggy in the shower and it works. As long as you don't get them too wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For fans of "How To Do Stuff" (sidebar), they finally updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~FIN~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115620680475816045?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115620680475816045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115620680475816045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115620680475816045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115620680475816045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-prefer-to-live-in-denial.html' title='I prefer to live in denial'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115544972989853733</id><published>2006-08-12T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:43:37.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>amy's mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/Colorado-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/Colorado-road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/Moab%202005%20behind%20rocks%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/Moab%202005%20behind%20rocks%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my weekly psychoanalysis session with Dr. VanSquiggledorfer. Usually this consists of about 3 hours of intensive shock therapy. However, the doctor has now decided to try a different approach with me. We did some free association today. He asked me to say anything that came to mind when I think about the trip this weekend. Such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red on red&lt;br /&gt;(bread on bread)&lt;br /&gt;h2o is universal&lt;br /&gt;dead, souless eyes&lt;br /&gt;i swam in high school - i was a fireman - i swan dived (tense?) into an oil fire&lt;br /&gt;weak elbows&lt;br /&gt;achilles heel&lt;br /&gt;truth or truth&lt;br /&gt;here's to jordan arnell&lt;br /&gt;if you could kiss anyone on the trip who would it be (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;vanilla frosty&lt;br /&gt;weapons of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;abandon ship or abandon hope (Oh SNAP! Yes I just did it.)&lt;br /&gt;victory&lt;br /&gt;hooray&lt;br /&gt;three buckets!&lt;br /&gt;tribal dancing&lt;br /&gt;german discotheque&lt;br /&gt;miming a dance with imagined glowsticks to imagined German techno music&lt;br /&gt;Again!... Again!... Again!&lt;br /&gt;99 bottles of beer&lt;br /&gt;Tom is the BRGE&lt;br /&gt;prisoners of war&lt;br /&gt;concern about your chafing&lt;br /&gt;bringing the blow dryer, the curling iron, and the flat iron&lt;br /&gt;attempted boat flipping&lt;br /&gt;aviators&lt;br /&gt;amen to that&lt;br /&gt;park rangers with chips on their shoulders&lt;br /&gt;STOMPING RABBITS IS A PART OF OUR RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;alliances&lt;br /&gt;compliments from the pirate ship&lt;br /&gt;shiny orange is the new black&lt;br /&gt;a convenient place to carry my cash&lt;br /&gt;what happens on the river stays on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap we had the most team spirit, the most dances, the most victory bucket water splashes, the most funnestness, the best war chants, and we were first to dock, and successful defeat of all ships encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite possible I may have missed a few important things here. If anyone that was there this weekend reads this, let me know, OK? If you're not afraid to comment that is. Despite a giant knot on my head, the fact that my toenail is about to fall off, three disgusting wounds on my hands, countless bruises (well, I counted to about 15 and then quit), and actual fingerprints on my arm (I wonder how those got there!), I had a lot of fun and in the end I'm glad I decided to go. Everyone else missed out. Yay fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can hardly wait for the Ivy League rowing weekend hopefully coming up soon. I've already decided which of my white cable knit sweaters I'll be tying around my shoulders for the event. Perhaps we can have our own highly anticipated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvard-Yale_Regatta"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Harvard-Yale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;race. Yay preppy Harvard kids who like to row boats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Anne would like to add a few things to the list. As you &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;may see, she&lt;/span&gt; already left it in her comment, but it's extremely post worthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Denver (County Roads &amp; Grandma's Feather Bed)&lt;br /&gt;breakfast meats&lt;br /&gt;Conoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;LAST YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tent with high humidity level (like the Amazon)&lt;br /&gt;water guns filled with mustard&lt;br /&gt;waking up to spiders in your face&lt;br /&gt;high speed&lt;br /&gt;snakes&lt;br /&gt;roll call&lt;br /&gt;in John Bourne red&lt;br /&gt;the crypts, they are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;shout out to Tom, what can I say, the best boat with the best guide&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hip Hooray!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Second Update/Sunday Aug 13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everything worked out and today I was happy. I am officially out of my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_period"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blue period&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and into my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_Period"&gt;rose period&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yay things that work out!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Update trois from Jason/Monday Aug 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mile marker 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Update four from Melissa who's comment is also incredibly post worthy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;boat envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;campsite laps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;battle wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;two for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;morning canyon runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;keeping a weather eye on the horizon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- but that wasn't enough Bwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;blowing through Arches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aggiornare cinque di Cory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8675309 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Miscellaneous addendum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;naked lady silhouettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;same cursed pirate shirt everyday - one word: LAUNDRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hand exercises... Ryan, you might want to &lt;a href="http://www.gungfu.com/cart-htm/exercise_gear_personal_equipment_hand_wrist_exercise.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You've probably worn the old one out by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Full body spandex. (Need a visual aid? It looked something like &lt;a href="http://www.tronguy.net/images/TronGuyWallpaper1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115544972989853733?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115544972989853733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115544972989853733&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115544972989853733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115544972989853733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/amys-mix.html' title='amy&apos;s mix'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115484837093921784</id><published>2006-08-06T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:40:38.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dead at 61</title><content type='html'>Oh I am spitting mad right now. I was writing a post and half of it disappeared. Not the top half or the bottom half, but the right half. I don't know how it happened! How will I ever recapture the inspiration? It's not going to happen people. It's lost FOREVER. So hey, what do you want from me? The best I can do at this point is perhaps to share some favorite sites. This is what I do when I am extremely bored, i.e. this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey kids, you should know by now that I love a good haiku! And here's&lt;a href="http://haikuguy.com/issa/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; some of the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;est!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.littlebrowndress.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;woman wore the same dress ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yday for a year to make a point about sustainability. Point made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.spatch.net/cattown/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cat Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I find this to be funny because I am kind of lame and nerdy. I especially enjoy the chemistry between El Guapo and Little Redhaired Cat. Paris Hilton doesn't know a dang thing because this is HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you like to experience some visual art? Have you ever considered a&lt;a href="http://www.notxt.org/01.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; magazine with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;NO TEXT? It's so crazy it just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You too can be a world champion in Scrabble if you will just memorize this entire dictionary of no&lt;a href="http://www.nonsensicon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nsens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e words. How do you think I did it? Gorp blarg nwip dud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you like to read a &lt;a href="http://www.literature.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;book at work while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;pretending to work by staring intently at your monitor? I read Wuthering Heights and yes, I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a right winger who likes to see liberals impeached with their own words? If so why don't &lt;a href="http://www.celebrityhypocrites.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you go here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to listen to other people's stories. Basically I am nosy. I have a few stories myself that I will tell when I am 64. Until then, I will tune&lt;a href="http://storycorps.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; into this site&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I grow up I want to be Jackson Pollock. &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Look what I can do&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; and if I click, different weird stuff happens. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you a fan of creating intensely akward situations like I am? Then&lt;a href="http://www.longawkwardpose.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; you belong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This&lt;a href="http://areyoumywife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; guy seems like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;a 10, but he won't say what he does for a living. Something is fishy. But if you're in the market, make him an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's 7 feet tall with fur all over? No, I'm not talking about Aaaa aaaaarrrrr rrrrrrrr rrnnnn nn nnhhhh, aaaa aaaaa aaaa aaa uh &lt;a href="http://rrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnhhhh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aaa uh-aaaaaa aaaaRRRRRR. I'm talking about Aaaa aaaaarrrrr rrrrrrrr rrnnnn nn nnhhhh, aaaa aaaaa aaaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;aaa uh aaa uh-aaaaaa aaaaRRRRRR . I'm warning you now some of the pictures are yikes, but some are quite humerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can be a bit of a celebrity &lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;voyeur sometimes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;how about you? It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Now you can get your train wreck 364 1/4 days a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go ahead and admit it, you've googled your own name. Are you paranoid or just insecure? If you want to know everything the web has to say about you, I guess you&lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; could do it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you need that kind of validation. Here are some things I learned about myself...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;rebecca is a certified speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been proficient at english for 25 years now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca is gonna teach ya's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's true because I have mad skillz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca is the most dangerous man in north africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is completely offensive and false. I am the most dangerous man in South Africa, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca is a sensitive listener who responds effectively to questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now shut up and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca is a classic horror story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe they are referring to how I look when I wake up in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess which &lt;a href="http://kxul.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;college produced Indy rock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;station I like to stream? How did you know? I thought it would be a little harder to guess than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ought to be enough to keep you busy, for those of you with too much time on your hands. I apologize for the tone of this post. I am a little punchy right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Here is a cool blog thing that &lt;a href="http://thedebrisfield.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lesley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;found. Yay I'm only a moderate to low geek. I am so awesome and totally non geeky. I think the blog thing about how quirky are you would yield different results, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/geek.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music Geekiness: High&lt;br /&gt;Academic Geekiness: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Geekiness: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Geekiness in Love: Low&lt;br /&gt;Internet Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geekiness: Low&lt;br /&gt;Gamer Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;General Geekiness: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S.S. I'm going to see the rock on the license plates this week. After close to six months of bad attitude I'm back baby and I'm happy to go now. Yay attitude adjustments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/archlicplate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/archlicplate.png" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S.S.S. I've seen the rock on this license plate too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/wy2003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/wy2003.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115484837093921784?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115484837093921784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115484837093921784&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115484837093921784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115484837093921784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/dead-at-61.html' title='dead at 61'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115407554917770537</id><published>2006-07-28T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:21:03.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku, baby</title><content type='html'>It's the Man of Steel&lt;br /&gt;Too much makeup. And next time&lt;br /&gt;re-cast Lois Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly disappointed with the Superman movie, which is too bad because I was all excited to see it. Movie reviews in haiku, do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are multiple haikus for the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0409182/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Poseidon Adventure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;which I saw tonight at the dollar movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintentional&lt;br /&gt;comedy. I laughed out loud&lt;br /&gt;more than once tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam in high school.&lt;br /&gt;I swan dive into oil fire.&lt;br /&gt;I was a fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;I made face like the devil.&lt;br /&gt;I work best alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Conor.&lt;br /&gt;I get stuck in weird places&lt;br /&gt;Like a piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;I sense imminent death comes.&lt;br /&gt;I am right, glass breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie is in this.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? It's not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;She's the ship's lounge act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;Not too old for piggy back.&lt;br /&gt;We need some leverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Russel, her dad,&lt;br /&gt;Wasted no time to save her.&lt;br /&gt;He died violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gay architect.&lt;br /&gt;He had to kill the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry" - NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could go on for each and every jewel of a character in that movie, but this is enough for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the race, we all did well. Yay me, &lt;a href="http://christyshepherd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://caronep.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Caron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Please excuse our sweat, it was about 100 degrees that day.  Next goal for me will be the half (&lt;em&gt;gulp)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/race1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/race1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115407554917770537?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115407554917770537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115407554917770537&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115407554917770537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115407554917770537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/haiku-baby.html' title='haiku, baby'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115398120383996135</id><published>2006-07-26T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:15:34.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like you like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hanttula.com/exhibits/8ball/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Secrets of the Magic 8 Ball Revealed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not click on this link if you don't want your faith in the Magic 8 Ball to be shaken to it's very core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do click on this link if curiosity overwhelms you to the point where you can no longer resist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115398120383996135?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115398120383996135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115398120383996135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115398120383996135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115398120383996135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-like-you-like-that.html' title='I don&apos;t like you like that'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115370098850351204</id><published>2006-07-23T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:31:00.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so freaking happy about how everthing is, I get all choked up.  Or is it that I want to choke someone?  I can never remember.</title><content type='html'>OH HEY, GUESS WHAT EVERYONE! ATTENTION, ATTENTION! IS EVERYONE LOOKING AT ME? GUESS WHAT I FOUND OUT TODAY!?! I AM HALFWAY TO 50 YEARS OLD!!!! HERE IS A PICTURE OF ME WHEN I LEARNED THE NEWS!!!! AS YOU CAN SEE I AM SO EXCITED TO KNOW THIS INFORMATION!!!!!!!! I FORGOT FOR A LITTLE WHILE, BUT NOW I REMEMBER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO FREAKING HAPPPY, CAN'T YOU TELL???!!! JUST LOOK AT ME!!! I ONLY WEAR MY BONNET WHEN I AM SO FLIPPING HAPPY THAT I JUST CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW I AM EXCEEDINGLY DELIGHTED TO BE MADE AWARE OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO NEED THE BLOODY THESAURUS TO BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN JUST HOW ELATED I AM!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/old%20maid%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/old%20maid%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of my cat after I gave her a bath and she tried to claw my face off in return.  Other than that, she's a real sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/k1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/k1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115370098850351204?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115370098850351204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115370098850351204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115370098850351204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115370098850351204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-freaking-happy-about-how.html' title='I&apos;m so freaking happy about how everthing is, I get all choked up.  Or is it that I want to choke someone?  I can never remember.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115363391582924747</id><published>2006-07-22T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:32:52.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like her bangs</title><content type='html'>This weekend I &lt;strike&gt;was forced&lt;/strike&gt; had the opportunity to visit with a lot of people much older than me, and they all asked me the same question. "Are you dating anyone seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept it a secret for a while now, but I think it's time to go public. Meet my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/BradPittWithMullet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/BradPittWithMullet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't he look just like Brad Pitt yall? He rebuilds engines and his name is Earl. He's the Charlie Daniels of the torque wrench. Got anything to say hon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, have you seen my pomade? Ah've been lookin for it everwhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Earl, I think you left it in your tackle box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, now everybody knows. And Tom, hopefully you can now understand I am otherwise committed. Well, I've got to go. We're off to the Pick-n-Pull. Have a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115363391582924747?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115363391582924747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115363391582924747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115363391582924747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115363391582924747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-like-her-bangs.html' title='I like her bangs'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115320635492069755</id><published>2006-07-17T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:55:27.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATUITOUS TOM SELLECK POSTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/TOM%20SELLECK.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/TOM%20SELLECK.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought you had seen the last of him? I don't think so! When I see Tom, all my troubles melt away, so expect much more to come. And Tom, when you read this, even though I am incredibly attracted to your mustache, the intensity in your eyes, and your strong, masculine jawline, we can't date. Sorry, but you'll have to please stop leaving all those messages on my voicemail. (Though the one where you did an impression of Higgins was pretty funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pete Yorn makes me feel kinda happy too... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/pete%20yorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/pete%20yorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't find my leather jacket and my jackie O sunglasses anywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115320635492069755?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115320635492069755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115320635492069755&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115320635492069755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115320635492069755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/gratuitous-tom-selleck-posting.html' title='GRATUITOUS TOM SELLECK POSTING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115319932320304440</id><published>2006-07-17T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:00:08.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tom cruise, use your witchcraft to get the fire off me</title><content type='html'>I got an email from someone I don't know today, and it doesn't make any sense. Can anyone guess what this is about?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RE: at political combat than family diplomacy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;consideration of a sphere-based puzzle sack at the story's center free of parents and authority figures into the busy lobby of Manhattan Trust more purr-fect world is soon Garlin also takes swipes atas if he would be much more at home Nick Naylor, chief spokesman for Big Tobacco Enter RJ, an opportunistic raccoon,premier soccer clubs of a championship team Gus becomes a role model&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole thing. It's a mystery. I'll have to put off my investigation of the Suri Cruise case for a while to figure this one out. By the by, I do have a breakthough to report. A picture of Suri has finally surfaced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/if%20they%20mated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Late_Night_with_Conan_O"&gt;(If They Mated)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So World Jump Day is on July 20 (see sidebar). Don't forget to jump at the right time. Maybe if there's enough people jumping the world will completely fall off it's axis and I won't have to worry about anything ever again! I wouldn't mind that at all. Here's hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://www.snakesonaplane.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the dumbest m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ovie I have ever heard of so I will probably have to go see it. For the same reason that I tivo episodes of Walker, Texas Ranger and most recently Commando, starring the governator. Also, if you are a fan of the snappy post-mortem one liners, and believe me I am, watch Commando. Like this one - "Don't disturb my friend, he's dead tired." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.S. I have a weird problem. There is a blue stuffed bear in my room right now. I don't want it, but it's in there. It was going to be thrown away and I felt bad for it so I saved it from early demise. What am I supposed to do with it now? And why do I feel bad for an inanimate object? But also I feel bad if I go into a local store that has no customers in it and look around and don't buy anything. It almost seems as if the shop owner is hanging on everything you do in their store, hoping against hope that you will buy something so they can stay in business. So in the end when I usually don't buy anything, I feel bad. Sometimes I feel bad when I am looking at someone's blog and I see that they have archives going back for the last two years, but no one ever comments. I will usually leave a comment so those people will feel like someone is listening to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.P.S. Do you know who &lt;a href="http://www.lesliehall.com/8-sweaters.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leslie Hall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is?  Me neither, but she looks like a girl I know, and she ROCKS the gold spandix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.P.P.S. Remember how on Jerry Springer he always has his "final thought" at the end of the show? It's supposed to find some lesson about inbred woodsmen fighting over each other's cousins or some other scandalous situation like that so you could rationalize watching the show. I am going to leave with something really deep today. It might not seem so at first, but keep thinking. Here goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HOW AM I NOT MYSELF?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's worth thinking about if you have the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115319932320304440?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115319932320304440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115319932320304440&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115319932320304440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115319932320304440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/tom-cruise-use-your-witchcraft-to-get.html' title='tom cruise, use your witchcraft to get the fire off me'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115260301976306341</id><published>2006-07-10T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:31:36.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we're both old enough to break a hip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp"&gt;Birthday Calculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can find interesting things about yourself, such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/saturday_evening_post_1922_11_04_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/saturday_evening_post_1922_11_04_a.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You were born on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/hourglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/hourglass.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are 801,025,175 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 225 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 26 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/RueMcClanahan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/RueMcClanahan.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday include Rue McClanahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" height="82" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/images.jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your birthstone is Amethyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/PineTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 56px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/PineTree.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your birth tree is Pine Tree, the Particularity (&lt;em&gt;Loves agreeable company, very robust, knows how to make life comfortable, very active, natural, good companion, but seldom friendly, falls easily in love but its passion burns out quickly, gives up easily, many disappointments till it finds its ideal, trustworthy, practical.) *&lt;/em&gt;Is it true? maybe...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/waning%20gibbous.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/waning%20gibbous.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were born was waning gibbous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're going to try it out, so have fun. You could even post it on your blog if you're that awesome and then tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115260301976306341?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115260301976306341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115260301976306341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115260301976306341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115260301976306341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/were-both-old-enough-to-break-hip.html' title='we&apos;re both old enough to break a hip'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115259333131747731</id><published>2006-07-10T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:49:55.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lady sings the blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/blue-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/blue-moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For anyone that already read this, I deleted this paragraph. Though true, it was too much information to share, and I was drunk when I wrote it, and it was a full moon, and I had a head injury, and I just saw a nightmare inducing picture of Kevin Federline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After contemplating my dilemna for the last six months at least, I have decided maybe I should get rid of my old life and simply start a new, more exciting life. And I'm not just talking about the kind of excitment where you try to escape a party by leaving through the basement window so as not to be seen and getting caught in the act. Of course in my new life, there will be no need to escape through windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, on to the important stuff. I have a few ideas for my new life. Some of these have been kicking around for a while, and some are brand new. I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work in a farm in rural Montana somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;- Open up a mechanic shop on Route 66 in the Arizona desert.&lt;br /&gt;- Move to France and continue the work of Jacques Cousteau.&lt;br /&gt;- Be the first girl to ride her 1978 Schwinn bicycle around the perimeter of North America.&lt;br /&gt;- Join a rock band as a backup singer/tamborine player and tour the country.&lt;br /&gt;- Fake my death and resurface as my own evil twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be adding more options later. I'd be happy to consider any suggestions anyone might have. And now I have some things to do, so this post has to end. On second thought, I've never been this open on my blog, so I might delete this post. Or not. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115259333131747731?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115259333131747731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115259333131747731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115259333131747731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115259333131747731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/lady-sings-blues_10.html' title='lady sings the blues'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115231864150156575</id><published>2006-07-07T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:18:10.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blue neon alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/El_Jaleo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/El_Jaleo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I have been empowered&lt;br /&gt;   to lay my hand&lt;br /&gt; On your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;        and remind you&lt;br /&gt;That you are utterly free,&lt;br /&gt;Free as empty space.&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to be famous,&lt;br /&gt;        dont have to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Dont have to work,&lt;br /&gt;        dont have to marry,&lt;br /&gt;Dont have to carry burdens,&lt;br /&gt;        dont have to gnaw &amp;amp; kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desolation Blues - Kerouac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I was trying to say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115231864150156575?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115231864150156575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115231864150156575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/blue-neon-alley.html' title='blue neon alley'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115214036299157950</id><published>2006-07-05T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:59:22.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>carl sagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are a refined lady with excellent manners.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to relax and not get too serious about etiquette&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115214036299157950?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115214036299157950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115214036299157950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115214036299157950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115214036299157950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/07/carl-sagan.html' title='carl sagan'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115104182954952499</id><published>2006-06-22T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:07:05.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>neighborhood ninjas</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went on this wonderful bike ride with my new bicycle. I got a Schwinn at the thrift store for $10 that must be at least 20 years old. It's blue with the really big, skinny tires and a very comfortable seat. It's a little beat up, but I don't like anything that's too new and shiny. I like things a little rough around the edges.  It adds character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8pm I decided to go for a ride, and it was great! I love my bike. The whole ride was a series of little adventures. The world looks so different when you're going at the speed of a bicycle. And you notice so many more little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I met these two other people also out for a bike ride. We rode along together for a few miles and talked the whole time. I introduced myself to them, and they to me. Then they told me what they do and how they've been friends for a long time, and how they like riding bicyles in the evening when it's not so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we parted ways, and then I found a most excellent artifact discarded on the sidewalk, pictured below. I'm definitely going to send it into &lt;a href="http://www.foundmagazine.com/index.php?fuseaction=finds.home"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I went, cars yielded, pedestrians waved and nodded, children smiled. Aren't people terrific? The sunset was gorgeous. The mountains were green, then pink, then finally it got so dark I couldn't see them anymore. For some reason it didn't feel like the same town I drive through everyday. It felt like a completely different place tonight. It reminded me of Montreal when I used to go there in the summers when I was a kid. I didn't get home until 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm inside on the computer looking around for a job and submitting resumes. I wish there was some job where you ride around on your bicycle and interact with people. It should be called "City Ambassador". The main requirement of the job would be to spread around good will. Anyways, humor me people. There was a brief period of time tonight where I could tolerate people for a change. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/a%20found%20note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115104182954952499?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115104182954952499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115104182954952499&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115104182954952499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115104182954952499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/neighborhood-ninjas.html' title='neighborhood ninjas'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115093688203246377</id><published>2006-06-21T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:41:22.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>interchangeable gender?</title><content type='html'>This is the lovely story of a modern, all-American family who just happens to have a transgendered five year old. Somebody break out the friggin apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/news/0623,reischel,73391,6.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;See Tom Be Jane, &lt;em&gt;The Village Voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm conservative, but does anyone else think this constitutes child abuse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115093688203246377?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115093688203246377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115093688203246377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115093688203246377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115093688203246377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/interchangeable-gender.html' title='interchangeable gender?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115058929522676641</id><published>2006-06-17T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:08:15.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing more than apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are 100% Pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/pisces.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpiscesareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pisces Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to believe in astrology when it always describes me so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115058929522676641?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115058929522676641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115058929522676641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115058929522676641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115058929522676641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-more-than-apathy.html' title='nothing more than apathy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115058676285656787</id><published>2006-06-17T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:26:02.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everything was falling through</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 30% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't know if 30% is a good low number, or if I should be alarmed because it's almost 1/3.  Or maybe YOU should be alarmed?!?  BWAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115058676285656787?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115058676285656787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115058676285656787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115058676285656787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115058676285656787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-was-falling-through.html' title='everything was falling through'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115043684758956629</id><published>2006-06-15T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:17:28.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta stay fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/dream%20comic2.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/dream%20comic2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an illustration of a dream I had last week. I drew it while I watched the Britney Spears/Matt Lauer interview. (Alright, I didn't draw the employees or the man in the cage. By that time I just got tired of drawing.) Check out &lt;a href="http://www.slowwave.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Slow Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and you'll see where I got my inspiration. Make sure you check out the archives too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115043684758956629?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115043684758956629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115043684758956629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115043684758956629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115043684758956629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-gotta-stay-fly.html' title='I gotta stay fly'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115042172738915441</id><published>2006-06-15T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:00:34.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Had his number but never the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/superman-teaserposter_object_468.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/superman-teaserposter_object_468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to be there. Anyone with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imax.com/ImaxWeb/filmDetail.do?type=comingSoon&amp;amp;movieID=code__.__27"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SUPERMAN RETURNS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; AN IMAX 3D EXPERIENCE -- JUNE 28, 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115042172738915441?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115042172738915441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115042172738915441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115042172738915441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115042172738915441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-his-number-but-never-time.html' title='Had his number but never the time'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115042121115129351</id><published>2006-06-15T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:26:51.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>margaret thatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/north%20pole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/north%20pole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The North Pole isn't really a landmass. It's a floating sheet of ice that is always cracking and moving. If you found the true northern most point and planted your barber pole there, you'd have to move it about a foot every 15 seconds to keep it at true north. The ice masses can drift up to 400 yards per hour.  Basically, the arctic is pretty darn fascinating.  &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/rundowns/rundown.php?prgId=13&amp;prgDate=06-14-2006&amp;amp;view=storyview"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Listen to Andrew Revkin on Fresh Air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arctic.noaa.gov/gallery_np.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;North Pole webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, active all summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115042121115129351?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115042121115129351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115042121115129351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115042121115129351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115042121115129351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/margaret-thatcher.html' title='margaret thatcher'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115042013817314269</id><published>2006-06-15T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:16:39.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now you know why stamps cost so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/cubicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/cubicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of the quarter when all of us government employees get a little on the job training to teach us how to be more sensitive towards others. Since I was forced to sit through this at work a few days ago, I thought I would share some of what I learned so we can all benefit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emotional intellignece. It sounds like some theory that doesn't mean anything for us in the workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But apparently it is critical to all life systems, at least that's how it was presented to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you know your own mood? Do you get along with others? Can you handle upset feelings and calm yourself down?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Well it wouldn't get to that point if you could just make that lady in the next cubicle stop cracking her knuckles and yawning very loudly every ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One out of six workers has been so angry in the workplace that she has wanted to strike a coworker.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;If you sat next to the knuckle-cracker you might be able to relate to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be open to learning and personal growth. Make reading a part of your life. Seek out those who inspire you. Don't let conficts go unresolved. Take risks, make suggestions and be willing to accept feedback.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The first risk I'll take will be skipping out on the next sensitivity training session and taking a long lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for participating today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about my coworkers, but if someone should strike me at work you can forget political correctness, I'm swinging back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115042013817314269?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115042013817314269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115042013817314269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115042013817314269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115042013817314269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/now-you-know-why-stamps-cost-so-much.html' title='now you know why stamps cost so much'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115008049094559882</id><published>2006-06-11T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:44:19.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy sunday</title><content type='html'>I've tired of being an evil conservative of late. To be more accurate, I'm tired of everything. Therefore, I've decided to get back to my roots and be a tree hugging hippie this summer. During my weekend of solitude, I went to the farmers market. I found there loads of inspiration for my new goal. Being the notebook carrying geek I am, I made a list of some of the more memorable things I witnessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-World Wide Knit In Public Day&lt;br /&gt;-a man wearing overalls and nothing else (seriously, nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;-Sudanese food&lt;br /&gt;-lots of hippies&lt;br /&gt;-lots of bicycles&lt;br /&gt;-lots of dogs&lt;br /&gt;-scientology booth&lt;br /&gt;-girl balancing a sword on her head&lt;br /&gt;-sisters in a singing group that all looked like Stevie Nicks at various stages of her career&lt;br /&gt;-community co-op&lt;br /&gt;-crazy artist/gardener who tried to get my to buy his "gayfeather" (not as bad as it sounds)&lt;br /&gt;-the blond version of Peggy Bundy&lt;br /&gt;-an obscene number of girls not wearing bras (even one girl is probably too many)&lt;br /&gt;-red tomatoes in early June?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two of the weekend of solitude consisted of an independent film, "Water". It was very sad, so only see it if you want to do some weeping and deep reflecting on society and social norms and mores, especially how people take truth and corrupt it to suit their purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the weekend of solitude wasn't a complete success because I broke down and invited a few people to a few things. Of course the point of a weekend of solitude is to not do that. What can I say, I'm too sociable for my own good. Also there was that incident with that freak with the Mario mustache and his old man sidekick, but no need to dwell on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115008049094559882?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115008049094559882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115008049094559882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115008049094559882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115008049094559882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/gloomy-sunday.html' title='gloomy sunday'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-115007805652002744</id><published>2006-06-11T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:13:26.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the painful, ugly truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mancala.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mancala.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ode To Tommy Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we only ask ourselves the really big questions when something bad happens?&lt;br /&gt;Deal with the issues&lt;br /&gt;The parking lot crusader of truth&lt;br /&gt;You're the destroyer, man&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hero. We'd all be heroes if we quit using petroleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we do the ball thing everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-115007805652002744?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/115007805652002744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=115007805652002744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115007805652002744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/115007805652002744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/painful-ugly-truth.html' title='the painful, ugly truth'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114930677042902946</id><published>2006-06-02T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:52:50.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The African guy is a sign, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/cubes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/cubes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ode To Albert Markovski&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody sits like this rock sits&lt;br /&gt;the rock just sits and is&lt;br /&gt;it's all hating faces I have to chop up with a machete&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should just quit&lt;br /&gt;i can't go back in there&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;is it hopeless to try and change things?&lt;br /&gt;is anybody paying attention?&lt;br /&gt;how'd you know about my cat?&lt;br /&gt;what happens in the meadow at dusk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114930677042902946?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114930677042902946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114930677042902946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114930677042902946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114930677042902946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/06/african-guy-is-sign-right.html' title='The African guy is a sign, right?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114913832693635470</id><published>2006-05-31T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:54:00.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Wisely</title><content type='html'>I am unhappy. I have spent a lot of time thinking about it, and I have determined that I will be happy if I could just change a few crucial things in my life. I have taken some time and compiled a list. Once I can accomplish the following things, I just know my life will be perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://widget-85.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="145" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-85.slide.com.com&amp;amp;channel=4830341" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint my toenails without getting paint all over my toes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lock my car door and leave without double checking it's locked by lifting the handle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk by my cat without trying to scare her.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bite a cherry tomato without it squirting all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;5. Identify a new species of ladybug.&lt;br /&gt;6. Throw a baseball across the entire outfield.&lt;br /&gt;7. Correctly install the "Clapper" device I purchased.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stop pulling into my neighbor's driveway instead of my own by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;9. Try out for the Jamaican bobsled team.&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn how to instant message and talk on the phone at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stop shuffling my feet when I'm walking on carpet to avoid constant electric shock.&lt;br /&gt;12. Close the blinds before watching scary movies so I don't get freaked out that someone is watching me through the window.&lt;br /&gt;13. Learn to turn off the water while I'm brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm just kidding. Even though it would be fun to accomplish everything on this list, being happy is a choice. I choose happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114913832693635470?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114913832693635470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114913832693635470&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114913832693635470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114913832693635470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/choose-wisely.html' title='Choose Wisely'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114853623292917327</id><published>2006-05-24T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:00:20.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/taylor_hicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/taylor_hicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching American Idol at the gym tonight, I almost fell off the treadmill with joy at the announcement of Taylor winning. Taylor is freaking cool as clearly evidenced in this picture. And he rocks that hair.  Go Alabama! Taylor, I will buy your cd. I'll have to think about the concert tickets though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114853623292917327?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114853623292917327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114853623292917327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114853623292917327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114853623292917327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/rock-star.html' title='ROCK STAR'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114853465762009187</id><published>2006-05-24T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:26:16.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>genuine fake fur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/gertjonnys.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/gertjonnys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/gertjonnys.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fler svenska dansband från 70-talet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer heminredning från 70-talet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak the Swedish language, but my best guess is Swedish dance bands from the 1970s, and interiors from the 1970s. I'm not sure why I'm posting this, except it's incredibly random. See it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omodern.com/"&gt;Omodern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this has only whet your appetite for more from Europe circa 1970s, watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYlzTdSZeI4" width="225" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYlzTdSZeI4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYlzTdSZeI4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day from the Ministry of Ridiculous Blog Posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114853465762009187?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114853465762009187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114853465762009187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114853465762009187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114853465762009187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/genuine-fake-fur.html' title='genuine fake fur'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114804534583638379</id><published>2006-05-18T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:35:01.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kiki doesn't care dot com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/kiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I chased my cat downstairs and sang a song and tap danced for her at the same time in the style of Bugs Bunny. It was pretty impressive if I do say so myself. She just rolled her eyes, and then said that if I was finished, maybe I could feed her now. Be sure to check out the links on the sidebar relating to cats if you're a fellow crazy cat lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114804534583638379?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114804534583638379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114804534583638379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114804534583638379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114804534583638379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/kiki-doesnt-care-dot-com.html' title='kiki doesn&apos;t care dot com'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114804469489632626</id><published>2006-05-18T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:18:14.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mariner's revenge</title><content type='html'>When is Diane Rehm going to die?  By the sound of her voice, any minute now.  Another thing, I never cared much for Mary Cheney one way or the other until today, after hearing her interviewed by Diane Rehm.  Poor Mary kept having to repeat herself over and over to Diane, who apparently has the comprehension of a three year old or the memory of a goldfish.  Yes, the Cheney's are not making money of Halliburton since at least before he's been VP.  Their stocks were placed in an irrevocable trust, with all profit going to charity.  Yes, Diane, IRREVOCABLE.  That means the Cheney's won't be getting any more money from Halliburton EVER!  That's the definition of irrevocable, we learned today on the Diane Rehm show.  Of course it took Diane five times as long to learn it because she talks so sloooow!  When are they going to take this woman off the air?  Mary Cheney was exemplary in standing up for her beliefs and not being afraid to tell people they were just plain wrong when it was appropriate.  I am now a Mary Cheney fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114804469489632626?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114804469489632626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114804469489632626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114804469489632626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114804469489632626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/mariners-revenge.html' title='mariner&apos;s revenge'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114799887579373729</id><published>2006-05-18T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:35:17.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been on quite the literary kick this week. Here's a few I've been reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those Winter Sundays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by Robert Hayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays too my father got up early&lt;br /&gt;and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,&lt;br /&gt;then with cracked hands that ached&lt;br /&gt;from labor in the weekday weather made&lt;br /&gt;banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.&lt;br /&gt;When the rooms were warm, he'd call,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly I would rise and dress,&lt;br /&gt;fearing the chronic angers of that house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking indifferently to him,&lt;br /&gt;who had driven out the cold&lt;br /&gt;and polished my good shoes as well.&lt;br /&gt;What did I know, what did I know&lt;br /&gt;of love's austere and lonely offices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(excerpt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Red Wheelbarrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by William Carlos Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much depends&lt;br /&gt;upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a red wheel&lt;br /&gt;barrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glazed with rain&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside the white&lt;br /&gt;chickens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114799887579373729?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114799887579373729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114799887579373729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-too.html' title='this too'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114799819321318490</id><published>2006-05-18T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:23:50.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/catcher_in_the_rye.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/catcher_in_the_rye.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;em&gt;Catcher in the Rye &lt;/em&gt;today. I've read it a billion times. I know I am into a book when I take it with me everywhere and even read it at stoplights. The only problem is when I really get into a book, I absorb some of it. I've been using some Holden Caulfield lingo, like referring to girls as dames (in my mind only), and saying "that kills me", or "that really knocks me out". I've been thinking about Holden's motivation for the past three days. Also, when I finished it this afternoon, I felt a bit depressed like Holden. I can be a real madman sometimes, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114799819321318490?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114799819321318490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114799819321318490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114799819321318490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114799819321318490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-even-know-what-i-was-running.html' title='I don&apos;t even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114782537371575748</id><published>2006-05-16T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:23:01.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Write a letter that you could never send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114782537371575748?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114782537371575748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114782537371575748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114782537371575748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114782537371575748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/write-letter-that-you-coul_114782537371575748.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114748333729151013</id><published>2006-05-12T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:22:17.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heart shaped potatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'd have to be living under a rock to not know that we are living in perilous times. According to the news, at any moment a tsunami, tornado, hurricane, volcano, famine and pestilence, or any other number of natural disasters could occur. In our everyday lives we are in danger of getting mugged, kidnapped, or attacked by killer sharks. As for the avian flu, I have assumed I would certainly die if the pandemic comes to pass. I am young, healthy, and have no dependents. I would certainly be last to receive vaccine if there was any left over after administering to all the old, sick people and infants. I made my peace with that long ago. But now I have new hope. A &lt;a href="http://www.bioethics.nih.gov/"&gt;new plan &lt;/a&gt;is out there that recommends administering vaccinations first to those 12-40. Brilliant. I happen to fall right smack in the middle of that demographic.  It makes sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/cat_leghorn_215.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/cat_leghorn_215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114748333729151013?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114748333729151013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114748333729151013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114748333729151013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114748333729151013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/heart-shaped-potatos.html' title='heart shaped potatos'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114722970910998607</id><published>2006-05-09T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:56:18.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spite is a Two Way Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:300px; height:226px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DuwAAAG7ggqAHSiJjpW0D3w4aYTUuqAy_6b569J_JA-U7eptqmyZOxMSHGkvnGW9vJsQ9zTfxzO2P3wtud0PiU8yckzGayfllKErsfUsk93lSQiwF64f8owUozF0QGQeXqa8q75JHtYvIIYxn7s2flZY24XUThZj5HZjugFJ3DECu5I85GIQyA0ju6j2NQyL6_UOcvwYk8PqWBb8uV96b7DgfCdCCF4kz2uo7IGB9IlpQwujooNlJToQpndbX4SonTdNtIw%26sigh%3DmSoz4FpXhidK9vbQ4Gm6r2vPUm8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D246145%26docid%3D6208901254515570197&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fapp%3Dvss%26contentid%3D78488cacdc0bd736%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1147229056%26sigh%3DpVaBed2A-Rd7CZ2Mu3FqWgErDBg&amp;playerId=6208901254515570197" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Here's the Four Corners show, complete with theme song and selected log book entries.  &lt;em&gt;Notice:  This may be slightly less interesting for those who weren't there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114722970910998607?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114722970910998607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114722970910998607&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114722970910998607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114722970910998607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/spite-is-two-way-street.html' title='Spite is a Two Way Street'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114715310579647594</id><published>2006-05-08T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:26:22.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletor's Blind Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkUAZYgDSYg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkUAZYgDSYg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114715310579647594?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114715310579647594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114715310579647594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/skeletors-blind-date.html' title='Skeletor&apos;s Blind Date'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114664330528251831</id><published>2006-05-02T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:24:02.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming soon... Four Corners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114664330528251831?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114664330528251831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114664330528251831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114664181844431014</id><published>2006-05-02T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:38:55.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard, is this your coat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZw89PKRwNo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZw89PKRwNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114664181844431014?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114664181844431014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114664181844431014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114664181844431014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114664181844431014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/richard-is-this-your-coat.html' title='Richard, is this your coat?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114490839140554970</id><published>2006-05-02T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:18:53.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just as you have found the spam, the spam has found you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/bardspam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/bardspam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reviewing my spam email before deleting, I noticed this in the web clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="lc" onclick="return top.js._AD_GoTo(window,event,this,1,'fs','','1')" href="http://www.recipesource.com/main-dishes/meat/pork/spam/tortilla-sandwiches1.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spam Imperial Tortilla Sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - To serve, cut each roll in half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's direct advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~ddgarcia/spam.html#Homer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spam fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;All you ever wanted to know, but were afraid to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114490839140554970?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114490839140554970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114490839140554970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114490839140554970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114490839140554970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-as-you-have-found-spam-spam-has.html' title='just as you have found the spam, the spam has found you'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114663621807359785</id><published>2006-05-02T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:19:27.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sit and scowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/gossip/pagesix/63186.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is Catholic y'all. She was quoted as saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a deeply religous Catholic. I have one of those necklaces and everything. And I like that kab-, kaba-, that kabbablah thing too because they have those cute bracelets and Madonna does it and she's hot. Blah, blah, blah, I've never had to work a day in my life, and for some reason everyone cares about me, gobbledygook borg flickiflash."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114663621807359785?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114663621807359785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114663621807359785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114663621807359785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114663621807359785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/sit-and-scowl.html' title='sit and scowl'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114663560180199586</id><published>2006-05-02T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:20:20.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>glichenlen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/untitled4mayorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/untitled4mayorm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Munchkin doesn't have anything on this &lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/photo/2006-05/01/content_581808.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mustacheman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/mustacheman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we so very lucky to be living in a world where men are free to express themselves through their &lt;a href="http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;facial hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114663560180199586?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114663560180199586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114663560180199586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114663560180199586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114663560180199586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/05/glichenlen.html' title='glichenlen'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114627821615056993</id><published>2006-04-28T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T03:20:18.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>totally professional in all dealings</title><content type='html'>I heard an interesting idea for an alternative fuel souce today on &lt;a href="http://www.sciencefriday.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Science Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They have invented a fuel cell that can use methanol to produce carbon dioxide and water. Conversely, it can also work by taking carbon dioxide and water and reducing it to methanol. The carbon dioxide could be taken from the output of power plants or any place where it exists in high concentrations. Eventually they would take the carbon dioxide straight out of the air, with the added benefit of reducing overabundant cardon dioxide in the atmosphere. Also, it can be used with our existing infrastructure. It can be transported in pipelines and dispensed through gasoline pumps. It doesn't require &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/bobbyb564/_pics/_male/vin_diesel/mainpic01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fossil fuels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be made. It can be made with solar, wind, hydrogen, nuclear, any source of power to make electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be the way to go, but something must be done NOW. The best idea will probably be a combination of things, but there are no short term solutions. If we started tomorrow (impossible in this political climate) we wouldn't see the results until about 30 years from now. Take &lt;a href="http://www.truthabouttrade.org/article.asp?id=5029"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They have declared themselves virtually independent from oil this year because 30 years ago they began to use fuel derived from sugar cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst idea I have heard yet is the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/04/27/gas.rebate/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;$100 gas rebate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Republicans, get real. You say you want to give me a $100 check to cover my gas? First of all $100 would last no time at all (3.36 weeks by my calculations). What about next year when prices will probably be even higher? Another check? Secondly, do you think you are pulling from an endless bank account? You are repaying me with taxes that you have already taken from me. And the problem doesn't get solved. What we have is a bunch of suits in Washington trying to make us think they care, wasting time and resources. What we've got here is failure to communicate (sorry, &lt;a href="http://www.prisonflicks.com/reviews.php?filmID=31"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love that movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider an article in the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/04/26/AR2006042602307.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I read yesterday, regarding the happenings after a senate debate about high gas prices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After lunchtime votes, senators emerged from the Capitol for the drive across the street to their offices.&lt;br /&gt;Sen. John Sununu (R-N.H.) hopped in a GMC Yukon (14 mpg). Sen. Jim DeMint (R-S.C.) climbed aboard a Nissan Pathfinder (15). Sen. Ben Nelson (D-Neb.) stepped into an eight-cylinder Ford Explorer (14). Sen. Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.) disappeared into a Lincoln Town Car (17). Sen. Edward Kennedy (D-Mass.) met up with an idling Chrysler minivan (18).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove across the street. They drove across the street. They drove across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, all of them!!! I wish there was one &lt;a href="http://malone.ba.ttu.edu/Easter%20Island-Moai%20Quarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; left on this earth that hadn't been discovered yet. I would find it and move there and leave my car and all the politics that go with it behind. When I first started driving only 10 years ago, gas was 97 cents. (Do you know they don't even have the symbol for cents on this keyboard? I bet they did 10 years ago.) When I bought my car five years ago, it cost $20 to fill the tank. This week I spent $31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one natual disaster, one terrorist attack, one day of speculations on Iran away from $100 a barrel oil prices. Then what? I won't be able to drive to work, but I will take comfort that our Senators can still drive across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/gas_priceshorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;IDIOT OF THE WEEK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing to Alec Baldwin: "SHUT UP!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Baldwin was heard to have uttered the following regarding his &lt;a href="http://www.mediaresearch.org/cyberalerts/2002/cyb20020416.asp#4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;past comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the election of President Bush:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ah reckon mah exack comment was thet eff'n Bush won it'd be a fine time t'leave th' United States. I’m not necessarily a-gonna leave th' United States." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to recommend a move to Canada, where they will politely endure your &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Movies/04/27/theater.actressexits.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tirades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND FINALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you really want to go nuts, if you need to do some sort of penance, or if you are just full of &lt;a href="http://pages.emerson.edu/Students/R/Raphael_Luckom/self%20loathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;self loathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, read &lt;a href="http://www.barbrastreisand.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114627821615056993?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114627821615056993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114627821615056993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114627821615056993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114627821615056993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/totally-professional-in-all-dealings.html' title='totally professional in all dealings'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114598761597402301</id><published>2006-04-25T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:14:52.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you need some ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What Career Type Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this quiz, and I am dang proud of it. I hope you can find a little inspiration as to what you should be doing with your life. Using complex scientific algorithms, I have narrowed down all careers into four types, at least one of which you will be. But don't worry, it's only three questions long, because I know you are soooo busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't even choose "not sure" as an option. That would just be lame. They are not hard questions, you can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114598761597402301?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114598761597402301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114598761597402301&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114598761597402301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114598761597402301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-need-some-ambition.html' title='you need some ambition'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114595359280885294</id><published>2006-04-24T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:32:02.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>snap</title><content type='html'>Best angry dance-off scene of any movie I have ever seen and I am not freaking kidding: "The In-Crowd". Watch it. Now. Or I will hypnomatize you. I just love me some angry dance-off. I always choose a dance-off over anything, excepting the Godfather movies, and ninjas, in which case all three tie for the best thing in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114595359280885294?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114595359280885294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114595359280885294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114595359280885294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114595359280885294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/snap.html' title='snap'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114594490393788628</id><published>2006-04-24T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:36:40.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take my hand for tender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/pointless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/pointless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have some bad news. Doing laundry, although it feels very productive, is actually pretty useless. I mean, obviously it's not completely useless because you need to clean your clothes, but it doesn't really change anything besides the cleanliness of your clothes. Most people tend to feel it does more than that. Well, it doesn't change anything. You may even begin to wonder why you spend so much time on laundry, when what you really want to wear isn't even in your wardrobe. Furthermore, when you notice a population sign lists 94,000 people, and you remember when it said 86,000 people, and that makes you cry, it must mean something not good. Population does change, but I am prepared to deny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was, of course, no admission that any change had taken place. Merely it became known, with extreme suddenness and everywhere at once, that Eastasia and not Eurasia was the enemy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Orwell's 1984)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114594490393788628?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114594490393788628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114594490393788628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114594490393788628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114594490393788628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/take-my-hand-for-tender.html' title='take my hand for tender'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114594102133642972</id><published>2006-04-24T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:11:59.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am as nimble as a forest creature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/controlus%20totalus%20flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/controlus%20totalus%20flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dominion of Controlus Totalus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We Will Replace You With Machines." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UN Category: Psychotic Dictatorship&lt;br /&gt;Civil Rights:Rare&lt;br /&gt;Economy:Strong&lt;br /&gt;Political Freedoms:Outlawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dominion of Controlus Totalus is a very large, pleasant nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape. Its hard-nosed, cynical population of 76 million are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Law &amp;amp; Order, Defence, and Commerce. The average income tax rate is 36%. Private enterprise is illegal, but for those in the know there is a slick and highly efficient black market in Automobile Manufacturing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight year-olds can be seen lighting up in public areas, religious classes are compulsory for all school students, all forms of advertising are banned, and all artwork is carefully screened for offensive material. Crime is a problem. Controlus Totalus's national animal is the Tapeworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its currency is the Skin of Puppies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the country that I run. If anyone wants to play, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationstates.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://www.nationstates.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and get your own country. And then you can send my country a telegram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114594102133642972?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114594102133642972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114594102133642972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114594102133642972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114594102133642972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-as-nimble-as-forest-creature.html' title='I am as nimble as a forest creature.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114595006431176437</id><published>2006-04-24T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:43:04.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/likebirdsflying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/likebirdsflying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/ralphsnote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/ralphsnote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foundmagazine.com/index.php?fuseaction=finds.home"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/needtostraightenout.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Found&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this because not only do I like to collect some weird things,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I like to find out people's secrets. I suppose the weird things I collect could be the subject of another post one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114595006431176437?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114595006431176437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114595006431176437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114595006431176437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114595006431176437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/molly.html' title='molly'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114551780020333892</id><published>2006-04-19T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:32:38.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>her eyes were as vacant as the seas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/closer%20look.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/closer%20look.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/chi-0604190189apr19,1,2834108.story?coll=chi-newsnationworld-hed"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Snitch rule on teen sex barred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WICHITA, KANSAS -- In a victory for an abortion rights group, a federal judge ruled Tuesday that abortion clinic doctors and other professionals are not required under Kansas law to report underage sex between consenting youths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Translation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a&lt;strong&gt; loss&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Parent's Rights&lt;/strong&gt;, a federal judge ruled Thursday that abortion clinic doctors and other professionals are not required under Kansas law to report &lt;strong&gt;statutory rape&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a parent, I would want to know if my kid was having sex, if only for the reason that I would be legally responsible for housing and feeding her and any potential grandkids until she was at least 18 years old. Excuse me for a moment while I shake my head in amazement. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114551780020333892?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114551780020333892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114551780020333892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114551780020333892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114551780020333892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/her-eyes-were-as-vacant-as-seas.html' title='her eyes were as vacant as the seas'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114490496937274045</id><published>2006-04-19T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:27:07.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all made of corn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/taxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/taxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Sirs at the Internal Revenue Service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to request such a "huge" tax return this year. I tried my hardest not to claim anything, but TaxACT wouldn't have any of it. If it were up to me, you guys could keep it all -- I'd probably fork over another $650 if you just asked. Of course I wouldn't like it, but I'd eventually crumble beneath The Man's withering glare. I'm sure you already know that. I just thank you in advance for not asking, and also for turning a blind eye to my pitiful tax return this year. You and I both know that $23,000 in gross income is hardly worth fighting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I acknowledge that you're returning $437 this year, but come on -- it helps to make up for the bill you sent me a few tax seasons ago. Remember that year? Boy, I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's good we can get together like this. Tax day is such a nice time of year to crunch my numbers and relive the financial missteps I made during the past 12 months. And the weather is always so nice for this type of grueling indoor arithmetic -- flowers blooming, trees budding... The longer days filled with warmth and the laughter of children in the streets... Such a nice time to sit quietly indoors at a computer, sifting through multiple W-2 forms. Can't wait until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, taxpayer and faithful American,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/american_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 33px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" height="45" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/american_flag.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114490496937274045?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114490496937274045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114490496937274045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114490496937274045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114490496937274045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-are-all-made-of-corn.html' title='We are all made of corn.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114490157176120312</id><published>2006-04-12T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:19:31.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I realized I felt nothing. It was just a pan and I had no special happy feelings about it anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've seen in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114490157176120312?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114490157176120312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114490157176120312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114490157176120312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114490157176120312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-realized-i-felt-nothing-it-was.html' title='Today I realized I felt nothing. It was just a pan and I had no special happy feelings about it anymore.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114489924250540481</id><published>2006-04-12T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:03:24.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it was you Fredo.  You broke my heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/IllegalAliensbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/IllegalAliensbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegal immigration has been my issue for the last few years. I am pleased that it appears we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going to do something about it. What good is fighting a war on terror when you have left the back door open and people you don't know are swarming into your house and rummaging through your drawers? It's a major national security problem. On the other hand, some of the things that have been going on with all the protests and the proposed legislation very much concern me. Here is my plan to stop illegal immigration from this point on, simplified to just a few items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Protect the borders. Increase the resouces of the border patrol. Whether through virtual wall or a real wall, or any method, this is very important. This way we can know who is here, and hopefully also stop some of the drugs and terrorists that are coming this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Crack down on employers that take advantage of illegal immigrants for cheap labor. We already have had laws against this since the 80s, but they are not enforced. When those jobs dry up, there will be less incentive for people to keep coming illegally. Apparently lettuce farmers (and other industries) depend on illegals to pick icebergs for them. If they paid a decent wage, Americans might be willing to do the work. If I have to pay some extra dollars for lettuce as a result of that, maybe that's what I should've been paying the whole time. I believe Americans can do work like this. But, if Americans still aren't willing to do the work, guest workers would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Make it easier and faster to apply for legal citizenship. This way we can allow people to come here who will contribute, and those people can be here with full rights of citizenship. They won't have to come here and hide and be forced to accept the low wages the lettuce farmer offers them. Make it easier to receive visas, and make the visas more flexible. Don't continue this situation where people overstay their visas because they are afraid they will never be able to come here again because they are so hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they risking their lives to come here illegally? I found out it can take up to 20 years to be granted citizenship for unskilled workers without family here. It can take up to 5 years for a citizen of the US to get their non-citizen family here legally. If I was from a third world country and lived in poor conditions, I would want to come here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guest worker program is a possiblity. Many people are coming here for an opportunity to make money to send back home. We have had one in the past in this country that worked relatively well. It wasn't until that program was abolished and immigration laws were changed that people decided to just stay here instead of going back to their own countries when their time was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of this is acceptable, I have a back up plan. Let's offer Mexico statehood. They can take advantage of the wonderful things our country has to offer, and we could have a great place to vacation. True, we would have to alter all of our flags by adding the 51st star, but that seems like a small price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write ten pages on this, but how boring would that be? I'll spare you the details of my opinion. Vote for ME for President, 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114489924250540481?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114489924250540481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114489924250540481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114489924250540481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114489924250540481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-it-was-you-fredo-you-broke-my.html' title='I know it was you Fredo.  You broke my heart!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114421716614884261</id><published>2006-04-04T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:50:15.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/Raoul%20Hausmann%20ABCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/Raoul%20Hausmann%20ABCD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raoul Hausmann &lt;em&gt;ABCD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what is art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what does art look like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what can art do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="75%" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever found art and possibly a deeper meaning in some litter on the side of the road, or in some old ticket stubs you found in your wallet, or in the way the contents of a drawer happen to be arranged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="75%" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The National Gallery has an exhibit on Dadaism right now. It's basically the idea of taking things from everyday life and creating art (with an actual meaning behind it, in most cases). An online tour can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/dadainfo.shtm"&gt;http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/dadainfo.shtm&lt;/a&gt;. It's very much worth checking out if you're into this kind of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114421716614884261?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114421716614884261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114421716614884261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/04/corresponding-shapes-like-puzzle.html' title='corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114379691173010291</id><published>2006-03-31T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:03:43.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But if the universe ends, then how does it end?  And if it doesn't end, well than how is that possible?</title><content type='html'>I have stayed up way too late tonight on the computer and I ran across this most hilarious subject. On MySpace someone was talking about all these girls putting up "revealing" photographs of themselves. Lots of people commented that they were for or against girls doing this. This is the best, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myspace isn't really the place for making new friends. And a real life is a good thing. Some people may think they need sexy pictures to make up for intelligence or personality. Some of those girls aren't very smart, and we shoudn't be making fun of them or their pictures. Their pictures is all they have. I personally don't put my picture up because I do not want weird people on the internet to ever recognize me in real life, and I have a real life. But some people do not think that way. Some girls may want to be stalked by internet fiends, because then they can pretend to have a real life. That is all they have, so let them have it. They don't know any better because they aren't very smart. These are very stupid girls, and they have nothing else to do in their lives. Their only hope is that someone from a site might accidentally stumble across their pictures on the internet. That is the only way they will ever get out of their trailer parks. Just leave these girls alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever an argument for tolerance, this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114379691173010291?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114379691173010291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114379691173010291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114379691173010291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114379691173010291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-if-universe-ends-then-how-does-it.html' title='But if the universe ends, then how does it end?  And if it doesn&apos;t end, well than how is that possible?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114361476854635990</id><published>2006-03-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:21:31.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexplainable things will happen when we really see into each other's EYES, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/M-spock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/M-spock.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically I feel like a fool (&lt;em&gt;Ah yes, one of your Earth emotions&lt;/em&gt;). When I checked in on the Official Leonard Nimoy Fan Club website I realized that Leonard's birthday is March 26, not March 29. Thanks to my occasional dyslexia, I missed it. How illogical of me. Well, that and being distracted by trying to watch the Kelly Slater Surf Invitational for the last three days. Happy belated birthday Spock, my most favorite of all the original Star Trek people. Some of you may be thinking that I'm a major nerd, but until computer programming and applied mathematics are among my interestes, I'm not yet in that category. I'm really less of a nerd and more of a crazy cat lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/scifi"&gt;Sci Fi News Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Top Story&lt;br /&gt;PUJOREISE&lt;/strong&gt; - Acting Overlord Vyreil Gaered declared victory for his centrist Gucyn party on Deimos's elections Tuesday, vowing to act on his own if necessary to draw Deimos's final borders and "painfully" uproot Cydonian settlers if negotiations with the Phobosians are not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114361476854635990?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114361476854635990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114361476854635990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114361476854635990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114361476854635990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/unexplainable-things-will-happen-when.html' title='Unexplainable things will happen when we really see into each other&apos;s EYES, right?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114331843540389901</id><published>2006-03-25T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:56:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Replace You With Machines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/ms_lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/ms_lemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/ms_lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/ms_lemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/ms_lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/ms_lemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went on my Spring drive because it's my tradition. Basically I just get in my car with my sunglasses and go somewhere far away and then come back. And I look at the scenery, and I think about things, and I watch bugs smash into my windshield, and I listen to music. This was my theme song this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apollosunshine.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; is the day to act like today is your day&lt;br /&gt;And you will be surprised that is, that it is.&lt;br /&gt;Now if that grass looks fun to roll in, than roll in that fun grass&lt;br /&gt;Look at that bird, he can fly, Don’t you wish you could fly?&lt;br /&gt;Turn up the sun, HOTTER… BRIGHTER…. Make that yellow guy HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound GREAT?!?  I will never quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114331843540389901?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114331843540389901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114331843540389901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114331843540389901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114331843540389901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-will-replace-you-with-machines.html' title='I Will Replace You With Machines'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114308411442707972</id><published>2006-03-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:22:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a soldier, not a diplomat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/kirk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Risk is part of the game if you want to sit in that chair"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apeculture.com/games/shatner.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. When I think of William Shatner, I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a. Think of Captain Kirk&lt;br /&gt;b. Think of the original "Star Trek"&lt;br /&gt;c. Push my tummy out as far as I can and say, "But, Ssssss… pock!&lt;br /&gt;d. Hold all the muscles in my face totally still so no one can tell what I’m thinking. This is private to me, do you understand? I won’t have you blabbing to him and ruining my chances of becoming his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kirk: If I get my hands on the headquarters genius that assigned me a female yeoman... &lt;p align="left"&gt;McCoy: What's the matter, Jim, don't you trust yourself? &lt;p align="left"&gt;Kirk: I've already got a female to worry about. Her name is Enterprise. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Corbomite Manoever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114308411442707972?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114308411442707972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114308411442707972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114308411442707972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114308411442707972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-soldier-not-diplomat.html' title='I&apos;m a soldier, not a diplomat.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114177955096154785</id><published>2006-03-07T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:10:57.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you say jazz flute solo?</title><content type='html'>Vanessa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; win friends with salad.&lt;br /&gt;And try not to get your finger stuck in the blender again.&lt;br /&gt;And there are some children that &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; read that wanna learn to do other stuff good too.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the black lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;your older (but not too old) and fabulous sister&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114177955096154785?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114177955096154785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114177955096154785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114177955096154785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114177955096154785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-say-jazz-flute-solo.html' title='Did you say jazz flute solo?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114177900731984038</id><published>2006-03-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:19:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fine Art of Curbside Reclamation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/myfirstdumpsterdive.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/myfirstdumpsterdive.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took work off today to get my things together for my move and to clean so my landlord could show my apartment to someone today. Spending half a day dumpster diving for boxes works up an appetite, and it gets you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating a sandwich for lunch, I found time to ponder the following subjects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was thinking about the arena football game I saw on TV last Saturday. Why is it that the field is only 50 yards, but it's still 10 yards for a first down? Plus, there's almost constant scoring. It's like watching a football game being played on Xbox or something. Not nearly as great as real football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/main.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I watched a kung-fu movie last night. I noticed that they dubbed over one female character with a voice that had a Brooklyn accent. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I couldn't help thinking that was a strange choice for someone that's Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mcenroe.1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;One more thing. I was looking up chiaroscuro in the dictionary yesterday (the arrangement of light and dark elements in a pictorial work of art, root Italian), and I found much more than I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mcenroe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had bargained for. This may shock some of you as it did me, but here goes. John McEnroe is in the dictionary. What is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mcenroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, people put some really gross stuff in dumpsters. But no worries, I didn't find any bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114177900731984038?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114177900731984038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114177900731984038&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114177900731984038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114177900731984038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/fine-art-of-curbside-reclamation.html' title='The Fine Art of Curbside Reclamation'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114160534424031212</id><published>2006-03-05T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:30:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/400/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This dewdrop world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;but a dewdrop world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and yet--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;cleansing my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;for music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;quiet mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;spring rain--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;growing side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the talking pines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;lovely--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the sky after a lark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;has sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;windblown clouds--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the fires of burning fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;bring sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;even for this body of dust&lt;br /&gt;a guardian god...&lt;br /&gt;blossoming spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;my blossom comrades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when next we meet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;how many springs from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114160534424031212?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114160534424031212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114160534424031212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114160534424031212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114160534424031212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-that-its-all-lot-of-oysters.html' title='the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114065363231153322</id><published>2006-02-22T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:04:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recently forced to vanish from existence retroactively</title><content type='html'>I got a birthday email from Dr. Laura, who I love. She asked me to go do the right thing and celebrate my day. I believe I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, Gary was there to serenade me with an acousitc rendition of "Bless the Broken Road". That got the day off to a great start. Then a helicopter built to look just like the Starship Enterprise was hovering outside my place to take me to work, piloted by Bill Shatner. Once I got there, this rugby team carried me into the building on their shoulders. My supervisor told me there was no need to start keying, because they had flown in Vanna White for the day to do my job. So I spent my time in the breakroom watching &lt;em&gt;The Betty Broderick Story&lt;/em&gt; on the Lifetime channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I took the chopper back to my apartment where I waited to go to dinner with my dear friends. When we got to the restaurant, we were delighted to find that Josh would be our waiter. After a wonderful time there, I returned to my apartment where I watched the end of American Idol. Ryan Seacrest gave me a shout out at the closing of the show. Then I received a personal call from Neil Diamond wishing me a happy birthday to the tune of "Sweet Caroline".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays never seemed so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114065363231153322?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114065363231153322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114065363231153322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114065363231153322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114065363231153322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/recently-forced-to-vanish-from.html' title='recently forced to vanish from existence retroactively'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-114040374185138552</id><published>2006-02-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:49:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the universe is a place whose center is everywhere and whose circumfrence is nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, I feel like such a fool.  I left out one important guy.  Mark:  I'm sorry, I won't let it happen again.  And I watched "Just Like Heaven" three times so far this week, and I always watch the last scene at least twice each time.  :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-114040374185138552?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/114040374185138552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=114040374185138552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114040374185138552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/114040374185138552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/universe-is-place-whose-center-is.html' title='the universe is a place whose center is everywhere and whose circumfrence is nowhere'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113996262018201422</id><published>2006-02-14T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:14:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the suffering</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today, and since I have nothing to do, I thought I would share with you some of the crushes I had in Valentine's Days past. (All real boys have been omitted from this list to protect the innocent.) Some of these may choices may seem shocking, so try not to laugh in my face when you see me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/coreyhaim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/coreyhaim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey Haim. Some of you may be laughing already. I don't know what happened to him, but I do know that I have seen "The Lost Boys" a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/sean_astin06_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/sean_astin06_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Astin. Ever since the Goonies, and I still like him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/slater1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/slater1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl liked Christian Slater when I was growing up. I have also seen "Heathers" probably a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/scott%20baio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/scott%20baio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's too old for me, but he was Charles in Charge (Scott Baio of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/orlcam003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/orlcam003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Cameron, pre-rapture days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zackmorris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zackmorris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack Morris, I have seen every episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/mcgyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/mcgyver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacGyver. I don't know why on this one, I guess because he could defuse a bomb with chewing gum. He's very handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/fulljaredletojordancatallano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/fulljaredletojordancatallano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he is Jordan Catalano from "My So Called Life" (Jared Leto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/ethan_hawke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/ethan_hawke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this guy (Ethan Hawke) as much anymore, but I did back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/Uncle-Jesse-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/Uncle-Jesse-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jesse (John Stamos), great hair. &lt;a href="http://www.wwujd.com/whatwouldunclejessedo.htm"&gt;What would Uncle Jessie do?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It's a fun link, but I wouldn't venture past the page that comes up, just a warning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://killerbananas.net/unclejesse.shtml"&gt;more on Uncle Jesse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it &lt;a href="http://www.johnstamos.net/"&gt;official&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/brian%20adams.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/brian%20adams.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Adams because of his songs which I remember from every dance I ever went to in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/billy-corgan-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/billy-corgan-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Corgan is not that attractive really, but his songs made him seem so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/sq_hexum_press04_volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/sq_hexum_press04_volcano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Hexum from 311 because he's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/kanyewest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/kanyewest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West because he can pull off argyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/Gary6web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/Gary6web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary because he's Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/redheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/redheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are the ones I can remember anyway. Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113996262018201422?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113996262018201422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113996262018201422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113996262018201422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113996262018201422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/suffering.html' title='the suffering'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113995919416561124</id><published>2006-02-14T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:19:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in the meadow at twilight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113995919416561124?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113995919416561124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113995919416561124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113995919416561124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113995919416561124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-happens-in-meadow-at-twilight.html' title='What happens in the meadow at twilight?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113995908255682858</id><published>2006-02-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:18:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever transcended space and time?</title><content type='html'>Top headline all day in the national news:  Dick Cheney shoots hunting companion and didn't tell anyone until a day later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOO CAAAAARRRRES?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113995908255682858?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113995908255682858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113995908255682858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113995908255682858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113995908255682858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-you-ever-transcended-space-and.html' title='have you ever transcended space and time?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113980213663010561</id><published>2006-02-12T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:42:16.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost like patrick swayze</title><content type='html'>The Chroni- (What?) -cles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113980213663010561?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113980213663010561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113980213663010561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113980213663010561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113980213663010561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/ghost-like-patrick-swayze.html' title='ghost like patrick swayze'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113979602563680121</id><published>2006-02-12T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:09:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classroom pets - can we keep it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zzskinwalker1_5677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/320/zzskinwalker1_5677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's looking for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since this is a subject of fear and fascination for myself and certain other people I know since first hearing about it a month ago, I decided to find out some information about it. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Skinwalkers&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I had to gather my courage, employ my nerves of steel, and turn on all the lights in the house to even read about them. Here is a very watered down version of the information I learned for those who are interested (you know who you are!). All extremely scary anecdotes I found have been omitted for the scare-impaired, like myself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A skinwalker is a Navajo witch with the power to change from human to animal, move with lightning speed, and to kill with curses. They are human beings who have gained power by breaking a cultural taboo. They are "wer-animals" and own an animal skin that is used to transform them into these animals. Any real animal can see through the skinwalker's disguise but even a human can recognize the unnatural creature. For some unexplainable reason even a well seasoned skinwalker cannot obtain the perfect animal gait or leave the proportionally correct sized animal tracks. Skinwalkers can transform into wolves but, depending on the power they seek, other animal skins are used for other transformations. A coyote skin grants them speed, a bear skin strength, a cat stealth and agility, etc. Werewolves are capable of many things with their sharp claws and teeth and highly developed senses of sight, hearing and smell. The Skinwalkers have all these as well, but also have the ability to practice mind control, spread disease and cause sickness and death. They also use a white powder made from the corpses of their victims that paralyzes. Supposedly the Navajo do not like to even say the word for fear of retaliation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It is said that if you insult or joke about the skinwalkers openly that they will come after you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In Utah - The Skinwalker Ranch is a ranch in Utah where the "Gorman" (a pseudonym) family was terrorized by a series of unexplainable encounters that included UFOs of various shapes, mutilated cattle, disembodied voices, poltergeist activity and invincible creatures. The isolated location in northeastern Utah has a history of bizarre reports dating back at least 50 years. The local Native-American tribe, the Utes, referred to the ranch area as the "path of the Skinwalker," and advised avoiding this land. According to their legend, a skinwalker is an "evil sorcerer," capable of shape-shifting and turning into various animals. Indeed, when the Gorman family first moved into the ranch in 1994 they encountered a wolf the size of a small horse that was impervious to bullets, even though it was struck numerous times. When they followed the creature, its tracks just suddenly disappeared, as though it had just vanished into thin air. In 1996, Tom Gorman saw a blue orb and his dogs chased the object into a dense thicket. He heard a yelping and later found three circles of dried out grass and a gooey mess, as though the animals had been vaporized. Before selling the ranch, the Gormans lost a total of 12 cattle that were mysteriously mutilated. Some type of intelligence, capable of manipulating matter was making its presence known in the area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This story was found at &lt;a href="http://www.coasttocoastam.com/shows/2006/01/10.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://www.coasttocoastam.com/shows/2006/01/10.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113979602563680121?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113979602563680121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113979602563680121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113979602563680121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113979602563680121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/classroom-pets-can-we-keep-it.html' title='classroom pets - can we keep it?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113979086630266034</id><published>2006-02-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:35:22.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"they're incapable of taking their own side in a fight"</title><content type='html'>This is a link to an insightful article about the cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammad. Also, it shows the cartoons as originally printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/006/697dhzzd.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/006/697dhzzd.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113979086630266034?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113979086630266034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113979086630266034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113979086630266034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113979086630266034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/02/theyre-incapable-of-taking-their-own.html' title='&quot;they&apos;re incapable of taking their own side in a fight&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113867186866228070</id><published>2006-01-30T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:44:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>messing with the optical mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/zz95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/zz95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113867186866228070?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113867186866228070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113867186866228070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113867186866228070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113867186866228070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/01/messing-with-optical-mind.html' title='messing with the optical mind'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113859379441396191</id><published>2006-01-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:07:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to revisit this subject just one more time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/tom2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/tom2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Selleck keeps popping up in conversation. I think we must have a cosmic connection. I'm sure he hears about me quite often too. I thought I would put together some facts about Tom Selleck for those of you who are fans as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Received an honorary doctorate from Pepperdine University. He was chosen because of his outstanding character and ethic. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Dr. Laura got her real degree from Pepperdine F.Y.I.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chosen by People Magazine as one of the 50 most beautiful people in the world. [1998] &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(I thought certain people, &lt;em&gt;who know who they are&lt;/em&gt;, might be interested to know this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is a member of the National Rifle Association and sparred with Rosie O'Donnell on _"The Rosie O'Donnell Show" (1996)_ about gun control and an ad in which he appeared which supported the N.R.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think I am some crazy Tom Selleck fanatic, you should check out some of his real fan sites. Some of those women are crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113859379441396191?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113859379441396191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113859379441396191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113859379441396191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113859379441396191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-revisit-this-subject-just.html' title='I have to revisit this subject just one more time...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113761726080249440</id><published>2006-01-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:47:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wait, I got one more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/1600/333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to the Alito hearings is an exercise in high blood pressure. My favorite part was when Ted Kennedy was questioning Alito about the strip search of the 10 year old girl. He asked why Judge Alito would order the strip search that could cause mental trauma to the girl. Then he asks "Why?" as if there could be no answer. It's ridiculous. Anyone with a pulse should realize that it was better to subject the girl to a one time search than to continue to let her guardians in this case use her as a mule for their drug dealing activities.&lt;br /&gt;Basically these hearings are a joke. It's purely partisan, even though the Senators would never admit it. And the Judge is far smarter than almost all of the Senators. He's running circles around most of them. Most of the senators are not trained in law, and especially Constitutional law, and therefore they do not stand a chance against Alito in these hearings. It's such a joke. Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113761726080249440?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113761726080249440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113761726080249440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113761726080249440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113761726080249440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/01/wait-i-got-one-more.html' title='wait, I got one more...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113761616574521029</id><published>2006-01-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:31:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>number 1 on your top 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"The Easter Egg Roll has remained non-controversial for too long."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An LGBT political group is planning to crash the White House Easter eggs hunt this year in an effort to "claim their place at the table".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What rights are they seeking? Are there any rights that everyone else has that they don't? And what makes this group think that we in the middle of the country are not exposed to that lifestyle? On the contrary we are bombarded with it everyday. Get ready for Easter 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/006/596bqyrw.asp"&gt;A Gay Easter?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113761616574521029?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113761616574521029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113761616574521029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113761616574521029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113761616574521029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/01/number-1-on-your-top-8.html' title='number 1 on your top 8'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11583600.post-113761501647961707</id><published>2006-01-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:17:57.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're going to light it on fire, you might as well add like... Lithium</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Gay romance is easier to sell to the academy than a complex study of an Israeli assassin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top story of the Drudge Report today. I'm not trying to be repetitious, but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;trying to have a civilization here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I'm not interested in a movie the essentially decriminalizes terrorists (Munich: ala Steve Spielberg's opinion) or a gay cowboy movie. I saw the trailer for the latter movie and for me it was hard to watch, even though it was highly edited to probably a PG level. Since these are the only types of movies Hollywood seems interested in making, I guess the rest of us will just have to keep watching DVDs or something. And they're wondering why their box office sales are dropping. It doesn't take a genius here, just some common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11583600-113761501647961707?l=beckylouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/feeds/113761501647961707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11583600&amp;postID=113761501647961707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113761501647961707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11583600/posts/default/113761501647961707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-youre-going-to-light-it-on-fire-you.html' title='If you&apos;re going to light it on fire, you might as well add like... Lithium'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09910162917697484536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3090/946/200/237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
