<?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-20347488</id><updated>2011-07-20T04:57:40.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test for Echo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-116330869047120277</id><published>2006-11-11T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:18:10.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd we go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm glad Andy fixed this site. Even though we never post anymore, I like to go back and read this stuff a time and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sad to see Furyouhin gone and her website has a final message. Even the archives were removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fury, if you still read, please know that I will miss you and your writings. Not having your blog to read anymore is like not finishing a well written novel. I'll wonder how you are and I wish you well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://furyouhin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gods and Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that I found Andy's site and in turn found the rest of this group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd like to see us posting more....I just think we just need to find a common theme to post about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can anyone think of one thing we all have in common that we could regularly post about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-116330869047120277?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/116330869047120277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=116330869047120277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/116330869047120277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/116330869047120277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/11/whered-we-go.html' title='Where&apos;d we go?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-115194777978846779</id><published>2006-07-03T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:57:28.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Fireworks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/union-jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/union-jack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sooooooo lets’s say you’ve been hanging out with co-workers… co-workers that have been upgraded to “&lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;” recently… and you totally enjoy spending time with them because they’re funny and smart and make you laugh… and happy hour on Friday has turned into a habit… one that you’d like to continue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say that one of them is a man… and he sorta has a crush on you (&lt;em&gt;like a big crush&lt;/em&gt;)… and you’re flirty by nature… but you’ve never said anything that would lead him on… you’ve only been yourself (&lt;em&gt;you can’t help it if you’re demented and perverted&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s say you went out with them and had a little too much to drink… and so your one friend thought it would be funny to drunk text message the male friend (&lt;em&gt;who had left us reluctantly to go do something else&lt;/em&gt;) nude pictures of herself (&lt;em&gt;when she knows full well that he has a crush on her too&lt;/em&gt;) and then let’s say he sends us a… ahem… &lt;em&gt;nude &lt;/em&gt;text message of his own…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then your friend wants to go follow him… and you meet up… and hang out… and continue to drink too much… and you find out that his “&lt;em&gt;type&lt;/em&gt;” is a pretty accurate description of YOU… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it’s late and he’s walking you to your car… and you go in for a hug… and he &lt;em&gt;kisses you&lt;/em&gt;… and it’s not like a “&lt;em&gt;you’re my friend and I’m just saying good-bye with a quick closed mouth peck&lt;/em&gt;” kiss… it’s… it’s… &lt;em&gt;something else&lt;/em&gt;… but part of you wants to think you’re just imagining the “&lt;em&gt;something else&lt;/em&gt;” and it really was just a friendly kiss good night… (&lt;em&gt;you don't kiss him back but it happens so quickly that you can't really get out of it… and you've seen him kiss other friends good bye… so you don't make a big deal of it at the time&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;yea&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been feeling soooo guilty about it… and I talked to husband… and he’s ok… because he knows that I would NEVER cheat on him… and I didn't initiate anything… but it still &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to find a way to talk to this guy… because I really do like him as a friend… and he’s insecure and has issues that I don’t really want to get into… but I have to know what he meant by it… especially because we’re totally going to that concert (&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/04/workers-of-world-hang-out.html"&gt;YES… it’s THAT guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) on Friday… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sigh:: such &lt;em&gt;DRAMA&lt;/em&gt;… and it’s only 10:26 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t want to get into “&lt;em&gt;sexual harrasment&lt;/em&gt;” issues… because it’s not that… I don’t know what it is right now… but it’s definitely not that (&lt;em&gt;besides… this happened after midnight on Friday&lt;/em&gt;) and I have lunch and take my breaks with these people every day… and I’d like that not to change… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure why I’m posting this… I’m just trying to figure things out… and maybe get other peoples opinions (&lt;em&gt;maybe something similar has happened to you&lt;/em&gt;…) and maybe vent a little…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… hope everyone is having a kick ass holiday weekend (&lt;em&gt;I’m stuck at work today… cause that's the way the AT&amp;Tizzle rolls&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-115194777978846779?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/115194777978846779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=115194777978846779' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/115194777978846779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/115194777978846779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloody-fireworks.html' title='Bloody Fireworks...'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-115090707547164128</id><published>2006-06-21T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:28:44.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I learned in Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>1. Things are MUCH farther than they appear&lt;br /&gt;2. Penny slots are pointless&lt;br /&gt;3. People are friendly in a town that wants your money so badly so you have to tip practically everyone who so much as smiles at you&lt;br /&gt;4. The "Duece" buses are only $2, but you'd better have an hour to blow&lt;br /&gt;5. Cab fare is outrageous&lt;br /&gt;6. Vegas weddings are not nearly as cheesy as I once thought&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have to pay to get into a pool area, expect nudity&lt;br /&gt;8. It is hotter than you think&lt;br /&gt;9. Eldery people become lushes at 10am&lt;br /&gt;10. It is hard to focus on a work conference when there are some many cool things to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-115090707547164128?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/115090707547164128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=115090707547164128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/115090707547164128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/115090707547164128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-things-i-learned-in-las-vegas.html' title='10 Things I learned in Las Vegas'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-115003458316177518</id><published>2006-06-11T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:02:27.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clerks II</title><content type='html'>Help Serra at &lt;a href="http://whiplashsmile.blogflak.com/?p=31"&gt;Whiplash Smile &lt;/a&gt; to win this contest. Make sure you let her know you played with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clerks2.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clerks2.com/myspace/jayandbobclerks2.jpg"  alt="Clerks II - July 21, 2006" 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/20347488-115003458316177518?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/115003458316177518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=115003458316177518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/115003458316177518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/115003458316177518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/06/clerks-ii.html' title='Clerks II'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114960737604918593</id><published>2006-06-06T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:22:57.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well… since no one has updated in a while… I’ll go ahead and post something…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a few of you know… I got married on May 13… so yay… and then we jetted off to our honeymoon in the Dominican Republic for a week of laying out… drinking… swimming with the dolphins… parasailing… drinking… eating… relaxing… and did I mention drinking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see more pictures… check out our kodak easy share gallery &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=19m4h1ba.bbvp7uu&amp;x=1&amp;y=-b0s7b8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s been crazy since I got back… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had to move my stuff into our town house… I’ve been busy (being bored) at work… catching up on bills and other things of that nature…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 2 year anniversary at the AT&amp;Tizzle (June 1)… so yay for um… work… I guess… &lt;em&gt;not really though&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT A CAR… yea… well… my parents helped buy me a car… I don’t have a picture of it yet… but it’s a dark blue 2001 Nissan Xterra… and it’s really nice… it only has 33,000 miles on it… (it’s my first car… since I just got my license in May… whatever… SHUT UP)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to name my new car… Andrew’s car was dubbed “Max Power” by Lori one night… (it is the name you mustn’t FEAR) and it just stuck…and so HE suggested calling mine “Chesty LaRue” or “Hooty McBoob” and while that’s funny (if you like the simpsons)… my car just doesn’t “feel” like either of those names…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering “Shiva” because we bought her from an Indian family…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know… anyone have any good suggestions… I’ve never named a car before…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I've been out of it… what else is new in everyones lives…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114960737604918593?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114960737604918593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114960737604918593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114960737604918593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114960737604918593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-since-no-one-has-updated-in-while.html' title='Well… since no one has updated in a while… I’ll go ahead and post something…'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114856316688714125</id><published>2006-05-25T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:19:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's been a very very long time since I last posted here. I have a good excuse though! I've been working on essays for the past month and was trying really hard not to distract myself with every diversion imaginable. I hope everyone is well and I'm looking forward to catching up with all the posts that I've missed. Has anyone else been working on essays or studying for exams or trying to make important deadlines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114856316688714125?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114856316688714125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114856316688714125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114856316688714125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114856316688714125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/05/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114780024833432216</id><published>2006-05-16T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:24:08.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After This Life</title><content type='html'>What do you think happens when you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we slough off our bodies and return to the Great Spiritual Oneness. Here we feel completely and unconditionally loved, everything is interesting and we can handle being happy. Oh, and there are no egos to get in the way of relating to each other because we all know we are one and the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114780024833432216?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114780024833432216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114780024833432216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114780024833432216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114780024833432216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-this-life.html' title='After This Life'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114684586296547355</id><published>2006-05-05T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:19:53.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Lisa's Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/Renaissance%20Tamie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/Renaissance%20Tamie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so I’m one of the few people left who haven’t read &lt;em&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/em&gt;… it’s been on my list for a while… my neighbor even lent me the book (which has been sitting on a shelf in my house for probably over a year… collecting dust)… and I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;want to eventually read it… it just hasn’t been high on my list of priorities since oh… whenever it came out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I’m not particularly interested in seeing the movie either (what's up with that &lt;em&gt;HAIR &lt;/em&gt;Mr. Hanks) because I would rather read the book first… and so my reaction to all the hype and hoopla going on right now is… well… kinda “meh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;get me upset is that the catholic church is getting it’s panties in a twist because they’re afraid it’s going to spread hostility and perpetuate false information regarding jesus… now I know what &lt;em&gt;The Da Vinci Code &lt;/em&gt;is about… and if I’m not mistaken… hasn’t the whole "jesus marrying mary magdalene" thing been around for a while… I know I’ve seen stuff of it on the history channel and tlc… the whole Merovingian line and all… and whatever… I mean I’m not what one would call “religious” in any right… I was born catholic… raised lutheran… and as soon as I had the chance to choose… I chose nothing (until college… and now I would call myself a pagan) and with Andrew’s family being agnostic… jewish AND pagan… we’re a pretty open minded bunch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on… how can this ONE movie make them sooo nervous… they’re afraid of what… people going &lt;em&gt;OMG jesus had KIDS&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;em&gt;god’s decendants walk among us&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;em&gt;WHA&lt;/em&gt;??? &lt;em&gt;My whole concept of faith has been put into question&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;em&gt;the fragile logic that is holding my church together is unraveling and now I no longer believe&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serioulsy… if people’s faith is THAT delicate… then… that’s just SAD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus Didn’t Kevin Smith tackle this a few years ago… hehe… catholicism-WOW…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really… how is ok to boycott &lt;em&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/em&gt;… but OTHER movies about jesus (cough*ThePassionofChrist*cough*TheLastTemptationofChrist*cough) are OK… couldn’t it also be argued that THESE movies are FALSE and UNTRUE accounts of jesus… since it’s a matter of faith ANYWAY that the bible is a true and factual account of god and jesus… and ohhhhh wait… those are OK because they PROMOTE the catholic church’s message… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… not to offend any one here… but it’s my opinion that the bible is the greatest work of mythology ever written… so I am totally able to enjoy these movies as the FICTIONAL accounts that they were intended… and whatever you believe… I would hope that the faith you have is beyond being brought into question because of some book… and that you have enough of a brain to make up your own mind and differentiate between what is entertainment and what is meant to bring you closer to god…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a super-duper weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114684586296547355?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114684586296547355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114684586296547355' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114684586296547355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114684586296547355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/05/mona-lisas-smile.html' title='Mona Lisa&apos;s Smile'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114644148223165548</id><published>2006-04-30T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:58:02.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. What is the first story you remember?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Austrian fairy tale about the horrible things that happen to a child that does not take care of his personal hygiene. The boy dies, because his fingernails grow so long he can’t eat or perform any other bodily functions. Oh, and rats nest in his hair because he doesn’t comb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who was your first love?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was five, it was a boy that lived next door in North Carolina. He followed me every where and did whatever I wanted. He often got in trouble because of me. I played with his guns while he played with my dolls. He never married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where was your first home that you paid for yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented an efficiency apartment over a grocery on the main street in a small town. I watched the drunks and drug dealers from my front windows for evening entertainment. I was one block from the railroad tracks and I had a roof top courtyard (the tar-paper-covered roof of the grocery store.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When did you realize you were a “grown up”?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided I couldn’t quit my job because I was annoyed. I walked out on many jobs throughout my twenties without one backward glance. Now, I think fifteen million times before breathing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How often do you change your socks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time they ask for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114644148223165548?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114644148223165548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114644148223165548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114644148223165548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114644148223165548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/04/five-firsts.html' title='Five Firsts'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114609957205205336</id><published>2006-04-26T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:01:21.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Wedding Photo. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7236/1152/1600/bestwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7236/1152/320/bestwedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114609957205205336?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114609957205205336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114609957205205336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114609957205205336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114609957205205336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-wedding-photo-ever.html' title='The Best Wedding Photo. Ever.'/><author><name>furyouhin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114546794261889717</id><published>2006-04-19T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:10:11.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workers of the World - Hang Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/mmmmm-trent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/mmmmm-trent.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's the set up...&lt;br /&gt;Nine Inch Nails is one of my FAVORITE groups of ALL TIME…(&lt;em&gt;when I was a teenager… I had Trent posters and pictures ALL OVER MY ROOM AND MY LOCKER… he was like my number one crush… I still have a picture up on my wall of him holding this dead deer... like laying on the forest floor holding it – le sigh… when he was rocking the Victorian goth look from the perfect drug video… and oh Closer is STILL my favorite music video EVER and is in my top 5 song list of all time&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they’re playing in my area in a couple of months…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited… and I REALLY want to go… (&lt;em&gt;even though the cheap seats are like $100&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;updated... not sure WHY I didn't check the bands official website before... but apparently tickets aren't even on SALE YET... so I don't know WHERE these sites are getting the $100-$500 ticket prices... so yea... I might be able to get good seats for a lot less money... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re touring for With Teeth… but they might even be promoting the Downward Spiral 10 year anniversary CD that was released earlier this year… and that makes me happy like nothing else… because I was denied access to see THAT show way back in the day because the CD had been banned at my school (&lt;em&gt;fuck you Tipper Gore&lt;/em&gt;) and my parents said “NO WAY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway… I asked Andrew (&lt;em&gt;who will be my loving husband by the time the concert happens&lt;/em&gt;) if he would go with me… and he was like “um… I only know like 3 of their songs… and um… I don’t know if I would be the best choice to go with you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he’s got a point… because when we saw Depeche Mode last year… he enjoyed himself… but he didn’t know their songs like I did… and so while I was singing along with the majority of the crowd… Andrew was trying to follow along and rock out despite not knowing many of the lyrics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh also… well… no offense to my sweetie… but… he might um… STAND OUT at the show amongst the other NIN fans… my future hubby is for lack of a better word… a nerd…and while I totally [heart] nerds… I don’t know if he would feel comfortable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is this guy that I work with (&lt;em&gt;he’s my fan club… for those of you following along&lt;/em&gt;) and things have gotten better with him… it’s not so much a stalker vibe anymore as it’s a bit of a weird infatuation one (&lt;em&gt;über heavy on the sexual innuendo... but seemingly harmless... albeit pesky and still space-invady&lt;/em&gt;)… heh... he’s actually wearing &lt;em&gt;The Downward Spiral&lt;/em&gt; t-shirt today… and I was talking about the concert to the Chairman… and he overheard and was all “COOL” and I was like “yea…” and he was like “Irvine isn’t far to go…” and I was like “um… yea” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I put my headphones back on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh… I haven’t extended my “co-worker” friends into my “real life” friends circle too much (&lt;em&gt;I went to an Ozomatli concert with Chairman and Laura… and that was cool… even though we didn’t see each other for more than 5 minutes because they got there late and every other person in LONG BEACH was already there&lt;/em&gt;) and I've talked about doing stuff with this other lady (&lt;em&gt;who is totally cool and I would totally hang out with&lt;/em&gt;) but um… I’m pretty sure I don’t want to go to a NIN concert with this guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not just because it might be a little awkward when Trent sings “I want to FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another update (because I'm busy but also bored... very VERY bored)... I was talking about the concert and how no one I know really wants to go with me... and fan club says he'd go with me and I was like... um... the tickets are kinda expensive... and he's like "find some for less than $100 and I'll (winkwink) think about it" and then we were talking about prior concerts and he tells a co-worker who joins into the convo and he's like "she's (nods at me) is trying to get me to buy her $100 concert tickets" and I was like "DUDE... I NEVER asked you to buy me a ticket... and even IF (like a BIG F-ING IF) we were going to go... you wouldn't have to buy my ticket" and he smiles and winks and says "you know I would" like it would be a DATE or something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah... I swear I'm not asking for this... why do some guys mix up nice and friendly with "i think you're hot"... I'm a smart ass... but there's never anything beyond the snark to indicate interest... wtf...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so topic of the (&lt;em&gt;mid&lt;/em&gt;) week... how does everyone handle their "work friends" relationships… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it like high school (&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;) or do YOUR co-workers actually act like the adults that they're supposed to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114546794261889717?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114546794261889717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114546794261889717' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114546794261889717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114546794261889717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/04/workers-of-world-hang-out.html' title='Workers of the World - Hang Out?'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114473405829791163</id><published>2006-04-11T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:40:58.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soundtrack of Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/233/323/1600/deejay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/233/323/320/deejay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's an interesting twist on the cliched "If Hollywood made a film about your life, who would play you?" question: If Hollywood made a film about your life, &lt;b&gt;what would be on the soundtrack?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a question that was fairly popular on an old message board I frequented and was put to me again by S. months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The replies are often quite fun to read. You can learn a lot about someone by the soundtrack they create for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114473405829791163?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114473405829791163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114473405829791163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114473405829791163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114473405829791163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/04/soundtrack-of-your-life.html' title='The Soundtrack of Your Life'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114421974406442826</id><published>2006-04-05T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:49:04.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>We all know women who say that they're more comfortable around men than they are around other women. (I ought to; I dated plenty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the other side of that coin. All my life, I've been more comfortable around women than I have been around other men. Don't get me wrong. I like stereotypically "guy" things: I like gadgets, power tools, my truck, hard rock, new hip-hop, blowing stuff up and setting things on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have more friends of the fairer sex than I have friends of my own gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So--and I know this is a big boast to make--I understand women about as well as a man &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; understand a woman. I'm a little tired at the moment, and I know this begs a longer post, but this is what I understand: Women are, deep down, daddy's girls. The reason most (if not a majority) of women like "jerks" is because jerks at least have self-confidence. (It's just the controlling nature that becomes tiresome.) Deep down, all women are fairly self-conscious, to different degrees. Deep down, you all believe in true love and "soulmates." There are other things I've observed, but those are the "biggies," the ones that come to mind right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's my question, ladies--and you have to remember that this blog is a unique opportunity for me to discuss this since I am the lone male among all you lovely women: &lt;b&gt;What do men not know about women that you all wish we did?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been out of touch. And just let me say that I love the new graphic at the top. Thank you for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114421974406442826?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114421974406442826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114421974406442826' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114421974406442826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114421974406442826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/04/truth-about-cats-and-dogs.html' title='The Truth About Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114367118754659546</id><published>2006-03-29T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:26:27.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought it was time for a new post...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay... have you guys read &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060329/ap_on_hi_te/apple_volume_setting;_ylt=AqGN6Fu7zNjiDaIwvxmE1dgDW7oF;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call shenanigans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a proud owner of not one... but TWO ipods... I think this is &lt;em&gt;BULL SHIT &lt;/em&gt;to be offering software to "protect people from hearing loss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) people should be responsible for themselves and be able to set the volume to a safe level without crying to Apple because they didn't listen to or read the warnings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) it's not the ipod that's the problem... it's those damn ear buds... I've gone through over 6 pairs in the 3 years since I've had my first ipod... and they start out working fine at a low volume... but over time... you need to turn it up (sometimes almost all the way) or you won't be able to hear anything... if Apple were serious about protecting people from hearing loss... they would invest in better head phones... because honestly... for $500... they shouldn't give you the cheap ass ear buds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've lost some of my hearing... and it SUCKS... but Andrew bought me some really REALLY nice Bose Tri-Port head phones that make it so I can listen to my ipod at almost the lowest volume setting and still be able to hear things without a problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus concludes another episode of ranting with Tamie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114367118754659546?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114367118754659546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114367118754659546' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114367118754659546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114367118754659546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-it-was-time-for-new-post.html' title='Thought it was time for a new post...'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114310187732663225</id><published>2006-03-23T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:17:57.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have had some pretty wack dreams as of late, one containing a talking frog that was really hungry, anyhow tell me your weird dreams current or past i am very curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114310187732663225?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114310187732663225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114310187732663225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114310187732663225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114310187732663225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114229656165134988</id><published>2006-03-13T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:36:01.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard or Hardly Working?</title><content type='html'>Everyone is so busy lately. Are you spending all of your time doing what you love and getting paid for it or do you spend the bulk of your time working for the All Mighty Dollar so you can do what you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the thing you would love to be doing and get paid for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I work 60 hours a week in H/R and Administration. I just kind of ended up there. It definitely pays the bills, but I am working towards being able to write, paint, draw and do crafts for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure as long as the dream never dies and I take some sort of step in that direction, I'm doing ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114229656165134988?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114229656165134988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114229656165134988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114229656165134988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114229656165134988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/working-hard-or-hardly-working.html' title='Working Hard or Hardly Working?'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114186484658360205</id><published>2006-03-08T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:40:46.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Committed</title><content type='html'>I'm not posting my psych evaluation. I apparently should be locked up in a padded room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114186484658360205?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114186484658360205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114186484658360205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114186484658360205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114186484658360205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/committed.html' title='Committed'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114181093912210175</id><published>2006-03-08T03:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T03:42:19.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who likes harrison ford?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4518/1709/1600/epiv2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4518/1709/320/epiv2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I sure do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114181093912210175?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114181093912210175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114181093912210175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114181093912210175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114181093912210175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-likes-harrison-ford.html' title='Who likes harrison ford?'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114179671288679326</id><published>2006-03-07T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:45:12.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>site meter</title><content type='html'>Just added a site meter,&lt;br /&gt;I like to count. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114179671288679326?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114179671288679326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114179671288679326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114179671288679326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114179671288679326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/site-meter.html' title='site meter'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114169285724445041</id><published>2006-03-06T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:54:17.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions please</title><content type='html'>I'm on Msn Messenger talking to a boy who goes to the same university as me. We've never met each other but talk online. Should I meet him or not? The thought kind of weirds me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114169285724445041?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114169285724445041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114169285724445041' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114169285724445041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114169285724445041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/opinions-please.html' title='Opinions please'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114143025761769498</id><published>2006-03-03T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:57:37.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114143025761769498?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114143025761769498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114143025761769498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114143025761769498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114143025761769498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/uhhh.html' title='uhhh'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114142550258895352</id><published>2006-03-03T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:38:22.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second try. Blogger ate my post from last night, so I re-took the test and apparently pegged the schizoid meter. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&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/20347488-114142550258895352?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114142550258895352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114142550258895352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114142550258895352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114142550258895352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-try.html' title=''/><author><name>furyouhin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114140839317464150</id><published>2006-03-03T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:53:13.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schizotypal...</title><content type='html'>As well as Antisocial, Histrionic, and Narcissistic.&lt;br /&gt;Great...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not uncomfortable in close relationships, though. So I refute the Schizotypal one, hehe. Antisocial? Sometimes. Histrionic? Mildly... not so much attention-seeking, but I can be self-centered and very emotional, and my mom always said I was a drama-queen. Narcissistic?? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114140839317464150?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114140839317464150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114140839317464150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114140839317464150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114140839317464150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/schizotypal.html' title='Schizotypal...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114132009763154690</id><published>2006-03-02T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:21:37.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you crazy?</title><content type='html'>Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;18%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;18%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt;Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114132009763154690?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114132009763154690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114132009763154690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114132009763154690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114132009763154690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-you-crazy_02.html' title='Are you crazy?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114130992904784759</id><published>2006-03-02T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:32:09.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you CRAZY? :)</title><content type='html'>I took this test. It told me I am mostly anti-social and narcisistic... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114130992904784759?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114130992904784759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114130992904784759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114130992904784759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114130992904784759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-you-crazy.html' title='Are you CRAZY? :)'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114114335436683153</id><published>2006-02-28T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:15:54.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain me!</title><content type='html'>Okay, the blogging world has been craptastically slow lately.  So slow, that I have decided to end the madness and urge our Test For Echo bloggers to blog about whatever is a "thumbs up" for the day/week and whatever is a "thumbs down" for the week! Here are mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMBS DOWN: &lt;br /&gt;People in my office who don't do their #$&amp;*!@ jobs right, but never, EVER get into any kind of trouble. Those people really burn my buscuits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 THUMBS UP:&lt;br /&gt;I get paid today. My honey now works 3 floors above me and we are going to have some lunch downtown today. AND...tonight I'm going SHOPPING :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114114335436683153?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114114335436683153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114114335436683153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114114335436683153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114114335436683153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/entertain-me.html' title='Entertain me!'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114082317808235856</id><published>2006-02-24T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:19:38.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test for Echo</title><content type='html'>Howdy everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing w/the blog.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone likes the header!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on getting in there and playing w/the colors of the links and headlines and what-not too so thta it all matches :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for customization!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114082317808235856?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114082317808235856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114082317808235856' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114082317808235856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114082317808235856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/test-for-echo.html' title='Test for Echo'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114055093132327713</id><published>2006-02-21T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:43:46.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess technically this is a NEW topic… but it's another day... and I'm bored... so... yea...</title><content type='html'>one of my favorite ways to unwind is to watch TV… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have a new guilty pleasure… and ooooh it’s such a pleasure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/Supernatural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/Supernatural.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s called &lt;a href="http://supernatural.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt;… and I &lt;em&gt;DARE &lt;/em&gt;you (if you’re a girl) to &lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;love this show (and the pretty)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one… they totally &lt;em&gt;NAIL &lt;/em&gt;the brotherly dynamic… the joking snark with love and concern to back it up… and while I don’t normally like scary movies… I really enjoy how well done this show is… ok… so it’s got it’s problems (hey it &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;the WB afterall)… like the monster of the week isn’t always the greatest (last week was more of a texas chainsaw deal and that has my skin crawling just thinking about it)… and some of the girls of the week have been pretty lame (Cassie I’m looking at you…)… but the atmosphere and the interesting stories keep me coming back… I was a big X-Files fan back in the day (I’m a dork… what can I say… hehe…) so this show is very cool to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus you know… &lt;em&gt;the pretty&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/The-Brothers-Winchester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/The-Brothers-Winchester.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/Dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/Dean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a fan of Jensen Ackles since I was addicted to Days of our Lives back in the late 90’s…don’t ask… soooooooooo hot… and snarky… which makes him even MORE hot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/HOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/HOT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jared Padalecki… he’s new to me… but soo very cute too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/1600/Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6845/283/320/Sam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like thrillers… and this show has had me scared on more than one occasion… the writing is decent… and the boys can act…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s one of YOUR TV guilty pleasures… (and don’t say &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;… cause even if you HATE that show… you still love it… just admit it… it’s ok… everyone already knows)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114055093132327713?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114055093132327713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114055093132327713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114055093132327713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114055093132327713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-technically-this-is-new-topic.html' title='I guess technically this is a NEW topic… but it&apos;s another day... and I&apos;m bored... so... yea...'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-114045310895577597</id><published>2006-02-20T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:31:49.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Topic - $$$ Money $$$</title><content type='html'>If you suddenly received One Million After Tax Dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-114045310895577597?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/114045310895577597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=114045310895577597' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114045310895577597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/114045310895577597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/mondays-topic-money.html' title='Monday&apos;s Topic - $$$ Money $$$'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113991906321178919</id><published>2006-02-14T06:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:21:35.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VD Tag</title><content type='html'>You all will be happy to know I tagged you with this just for VD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.2. You have to mention the sex of the target.3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp;amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113991906321178919?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113991906321178919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113991906321178919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113991906321178919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113991906321178919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/vd-tag.html' title='VD Tag'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113990253734163135</id><published>2006-02-14T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:35:37.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Yes</title><content type='html'>Valentines day is THE WORST day to work in a chocolate store especially one owned by a nazi boss. Last yeah i had the pleasure to experience this and it was  quite the event. i dipped probably two hundred strawberries that day arg sorry tangent this wasn't what i was going to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that i dislike valentines day is not because i have never shared it with someone and it is not because i seem to be perpetually single. The reason i dislike this holiday is because it is a crappy way to make up for all the unromantic things your respective lover has done in the past year.  If people were actually good husbands/wives/boyfriends/girlfriends valentines day wouldn't be anything special because they would treat their significant other's extraordinarily all year round its like christmas.....sort of anyhow that is my take and i do realize ou can't buy someone flowers and take them out to dinner EVERY  day of the year but yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113990253734163135?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113990253734163135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113990253734163135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113990253734163135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113990253734163135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/ah-yes.html' title='Ah Yes'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113989147968788503</id><published>2006-02-13T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:31:19.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Topic 2: Commercialized Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5042/561/1600/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5042/561/320/hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll jump in and start Topic number 2 since it was my idea in the first place. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was fitting to talk about Holidays and Marketing since the dreaded (to me anyway) V DAY is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE Valentine's day. I didn't use to when I was married of course...I had someone to share it with. But this is an entire Day dedicated to people in love and it TOTALLY sucks for those NOT in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the grocery store earlier to pick up a prescription. There was a chocolate fountain running in the front of the store, with an employee dipping strawberries into it while customers waited to buy their "Fresh Dipped strawberries". There were pink Mylum balloons EVERYWHERE that said things like "I love you" and "Be Mine". This tops it though, There was an immaculate Coca Cola display of 12 packs that was shaped into a huge heart. The thing must've consisted of several hundred. Teddy bears and roses a million.....It made me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend told me earlier that she didn't get the big deal and that it seemed kind of sad to sum up a relationship in one day and rate the person your with on their gift/where they take you to dinner. She's married. She will probably get flowers though, because of the kind a guy her husband is, they just won't go out and make a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Maybe catch me in a few years when I'm ( hopefully) in a relationship and maybe I will have changed my tune.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113989147968788503?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113989147968788503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113989147968788503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113989147968788503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113989147968788503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/topic-2-commercialized-holidays.html' title='Topic 2: Commercialized Holidays'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113941541105512865</id><published>2006-02-08T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:16:51.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How My Father Retarded a Cure for MS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/233/323/1600/read-a-thon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/233/323/320/read-a-thon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I attended elementary school, every year, we held the "MS Read-a-thon," which raised money for multiple sclerosis research. For those of you who never sat through a schoolwide assembly touting the MS Read-a-thon (where we were encouraged by the principal to "applaud politely, or if you can't do that, sit on your hands"), one collects names of sponsors who pledge X amount of money for every book one reads during the fundraising drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my day, sponsors typically pledged about five cents or 25 cents for every book we read. If one was lucky enough to get two bits (25 cents) from a sponsor, one nearly fell off the porch. ("Hold on there, Vanderbilt! A whole quarter-dollar? This will leapfrog the development of MS research into the next decade!") I'm sure the going rate now is more akin to a dollar or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my father had a weekly mah-jong game with a couple buddies from work, and one of them whipped out the Read-a-thon pamphlet and asked them to sponsor his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of politely saying "no," my father had to play Cliff Clavin and go into a lecture about why children should read for the love of reading and not for money, even in the name of a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come forward two decades. I was best man at the wedding of one of my childhood friends, and I walked around the ballroom during the reception. At the table where my mother and brother sat was also an older couple who looked familiar. They were my next-door neighbors where I lived in my childhood. She was wheelchair bound and could hardly speak, could hardly hold up her head to speak to me. Diagnosis? Multiple sclerosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing that, I walked outside and shook my fist at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you see her, dad?" I screamed. "We could have come up with a cure for her, except you were too high and mighty to give that little girl 20 cents for reading &lt;i&gt; Beezus and Ramona&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle&lt;/i&gt;! Damn you! &lt;i&gt;Damn you to hell!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the police showed up at the Olive Garden and took me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Don't scream outside Olive Garden, especially at a wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm in therapy? It's...good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113941541105512865?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113941541105512865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113941541105512865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113941541105512865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113941541105512865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-my-father-retarded-cure-for-ms.html' title='How My Father Retarded a Cure for MS'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113933078329999275</id><published>2006-02-07T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:46:23.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Topic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tamie has given me an idea. How about we take turns picking a weekly topic to debate? That way it'll keep this blog from becoming a ghost town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I propose:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Monday of everyweek, one writer picks a topic and writes about their views on said topic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They then, pick one other writer at the end of their entry to lead the next weeks discussion. Other writers can add entries throughout the week on their opinions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll rotate out every week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Tamie has already started this week's, &lt;em&gt;"Children and Fundraising"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(We just have to all agree if anything gets heated we can just be civil to each other)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW--Andy, you started this..where the heck are ya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113933078329999275?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113933078329999275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113933078329999275' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113933078329999275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113933078329999275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekly-topic.html' title='Weekly Topic?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113932771465190676</id><published>2006-02-07T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:04:53.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a question of good manners</title><content type='html'>First... Let me apologize for the long post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for a big company… well… any company really… you get the obligatory charity / fundraiser crap pretty regularly… and here at the AT&amp;Tizzle… there being 200 people in my office… about 50 of which I know by name and interact with on a regular daily basis… I get it A LOT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and normally I don’t mind spending a little money for a good cause… I’m usually good for at least $20… and this being girl scout cookie time… you’d better believe that I’ve been hit up quite a few times… and I was a girl scout… for longer than I’d care to share (&lt;em&gt;ok FINE… I was 14 when I finally quit… 14… jeezie creezie… hehe… it was almost the girl equivalent to an eagle scout… almost&lt;/em&gt;…) and so of course I’ll buy some… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here’s my issue…it’s a question of etiquette… and I’d like everyone’s opinion… so far I’ve bought a total of 12 boxes… from 4 different people… you know… spread the love… but at $4 a box… that’s all the love I can spare this month… now these have all been bought from the children of my co-workers… my friends at the company… now another co-worker (in my dept.)… who from &lt;a href="http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/"&gt;my personal blog&lt;/a&gt;… I call über xian lady (don't ask... long story)… has brought in another cookie order form… for her &lt;em&gt;good family friend’s granddaughter&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she’s telling this story about how the little girl has pneumonia and can’t sell her own cookies… and she has to sell all of these TODAY because the little girl has to turn her sheet in TOMORROW... and every person that walks by her desk (she sits right behind me) gets to hear this sob story... and I’m really sorry that she’s sick but… um… can’t her PARENTS sell the cookies for her at THEIR works… or her GRANDPARENTS… or neighbors… or anything… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I’m being heartless… but every month I have my co-workers kids selling gift wrap… or tupperware… or candy… or coupon books… and enough is enough… I mean what would you guys do…I feel like if I don’t buy some from her… I’m being rude… or mean… or whatever... but I don’t think it’s fair to solicit like this…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113932771465190676?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113932771465190676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113932771465190676' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113932771465190676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113932771465190676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-question-of-good-manners.html' title='it&apos;s a question of good manners'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113892153842437404</id><published>2006-02-02T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:05:38.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/233/323/1600/clockwork-orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/233/323/320/clockwork-orange.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you hate it when you're driving down the road, and your contact lens pops out? Yeah, me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113892153842437404?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113892153842437404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113892153842437404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113892153842437404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113892153842437404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-you-hate-it-when-youre-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113874974511448304</id><published>2006-01-31T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:23:24.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Second Bunny Theatre</title><content type='html'>you think I'm joking...&lt;br /&gt;hehe... go ahead... &lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/"&gt;click it&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113874974511448304?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113874974511448304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113874974511448304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113874974511448304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113874974511448304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/30-second-bunny-theatre.html' title='30-Second Bunny Theatre'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113868985389897545</id><published>2006-01-31T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:44:13.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This 'n That</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sucks and Rocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been finding loads of great bargains at Barnes and Noble recently. That rocks. Getting behind on utility bills after Christmas? That sucks. James Blunt rocks. Black Eyed Peas' &lt;i&gt;My Humps&lt;/i&gt; sucks. Blogging with all you ladies rocks. Breaking my old online posse from the FoRT sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Brother, Where Art Thou?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my dear brother, Wayne. Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is a year younger than I am, and when we were boys, we were inseparable, like so many brothers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in high school, we started down different paths. I became more quiet, thoughtful, reflective (if you can believe that), and he became more outgoing, loud, brash. Yes, he's louder and brasher than I am, than you would imagine me to be in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended journalism school first at San Diego State then later back home at San Jose State. I eventually landed a job in IT. Wayne graduated from Berkeley then did his post-grad at Harvard, majoring in Public Policy studies. Today, he heads a charity for families in crisis in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're neither close geographically nor emotionally. I regret that. Each and every one of my male friends (who has a brother) claims to be closer to no one else in the entire world. They would literally kill or die for their brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I think back to those days that seem so long ago now, the long afternoons stretching into dusk, when I furiously pedaled my bicycle down the street, the houses passing by in a blur on either side of me, the wind whipping at my face like sandpaper, and I think about looking over and seeing my brother at my side. Even if he's no longer there by my side, it doesn't change the fact that I, too, would kill or die for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curriculum Vitae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Discount Store Clerk.&lt;/i&gt; My &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; first job (that is, where someone deigned to pay me for the tasks I performed) was at a five-and-dime store--TG&amp;Y/Newberry, to be precise. At the end of my first day, another clerk and I were appointed the glamorous task of taking all the store garbage out to the Dumpster behind the store. It was so full that my co-worker told me to jump inside and tamp the garbage down before we could unload more garbage. I lasted a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Video Store Clerk.&lt;/i&gt; It seemed like the perfect job for my college years. I loved movies, and the freebies appealed to me. Free movie rentals? Sign me up! I lasted nearly a year, and I can't believe I did. By the end of the year, I learned another important lesson: I learned to hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Various temp positions.&lt;/i&gt; My next foray into the job market was as a temp. I did it all--HR, legal, office manager. My experience proved to be a valuable lesson in navigating office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT Systems Engineer.&lt;/i&gt; My current job is in "IT"--information technology. It's basically a fancy way of saying I'm the "computer guy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113868985389897545?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113868985389897545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113868985389897545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113868985389897545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113868985389897545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-n-that.html' title='This &apos;n That'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113864202276581270</id><published>2006-01-30T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:27:02.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R/S contribution, kari style...</title><content type='html'>what rocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally catching up on blogging/blog reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being paid to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113864202276581270?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113864202276581270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113864202276581270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113864202276581270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113864202276581270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/rs-contribution-kari-style.html' title='R/S contribution, kari style...'/><author><name>kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/512953296_308de04a17_o.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113864175656208363</id><published>2006-01-30T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:22:36.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R/S</title><content type='html'>I was gone all weekend, but here's my R&amp;S contribution! Sorry so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What rocked (this weekend): It was my brother's birthday all weekend; he called it Angelpalooza. It was tons of fun, and I met the cutest guy, who proposed marriage to me!! It was hilarious. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucked: Said cute guy doesn't have a visa to cross to the US since he's recently moved to Tijuana after living in Guadalajara for over 10 yrs. I live in the US side. Aww. Also, sucks I have to be at work because I am SUPER TIRED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113864175656208363?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113864175656208363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113864175656208363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113864175656208363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113864175656208363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/rs.html' title='R/S'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113858354589200737</id><published>2006-01-29T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:17:42.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>I keep rereading &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/news/archive/2006/01/14/national/a100404S51.DTL" target=_blank&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; and asking myself if I would take one. Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113858354589200737?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113858354589200737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113858354589200737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113858354589200737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113858354589200737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>furyouhin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113857379497912585</id><published>2006-01-29T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:29:54.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R S</title><content type='html'>It Rocks that my sisiter and my best friend are coming to visit next weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that i have 3 tests next week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113857379497912585?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113857379497912585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113857379497912585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113857379497912585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113857379497912585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/r-s_29.html' title='R S'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113845485384272937</id><published>2006-01-28T06:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:27:35.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R &amp; S</title><content type='html'>It rocks that it's the weekend and I will have all of Saturday morning to myself and I will spend the time reading in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that sometimes we have to make hard choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113845485384272937?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113845485384272937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113845485384272937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113845485384272937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113845485384272937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/r-s_28.html' title='R &amp; S'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113841004722021130</id><published>2006-01-27T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:00:47.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks &amp; Sucks</title><content type='html'>What Rocks?&lt;br /&gt;It rocks that it is Friday because I am so tired. It rocks that I am finished with my freelance job (almost). It rocks that when I came home today Patrick had cleaned up so nice so I can relax tonight. It rocks that I have a cheap-ass totinos pizza in the freezer with my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Sucks?&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of work to do and twice that in personal plans &amp; endeavors. I have to update my website and portfolio for job-hunting. I have no money until Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113841004722021130?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113841004722021130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113841004722021130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113841004722021130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113841004722021130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/rocks-sucks.html' title='Rocks &amp; Sucks'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113839531055975780</id><published>2006-01-27T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:55:10.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking and sucking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What Rocks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Friday, I'm off for the weekend and I had a really good week in my RN school clinicals. Oh and my four year old is going to my Mom's for the weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Sucks: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have homework, I have no plans for this weekend, If I nothing comes up, I'm stuck cleaning my house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113839531055975780?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113839531055975780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113839531055975780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113839531055975780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113839531055975780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/rocking-and-sucking.html' title='Rocking and sucking'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113838921840175861</id><published>2006-01-27T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:13:38.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks and Sucks</title><content type='html'>What rocked this past fortnight was meeting my first non-friend-from-round-the-corner blogger(&lt;a href="http://funkybrownchick.blogspot.com"&gt;Stolie&lt;/a&gt;), catching up with friends, going to the NME tour to see We Are Scientists, Arctic Monkeys and Maximo Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucked was a close friend being miserable due to breaking up with her boyfriend, being sick, saying goodbye to a friend, realising that I haven't blogged in a fortnight and I have to start classes on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's rocked and sucked in your world recently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113838921840175861?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113838921840175861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113838921840175861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113838921840175861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113838921840175861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/rocks-and-sucks.html' title='Rocks and Sucks'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113822881814597488</id><published>2006-01-25T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:40:18.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>man...</title><content type='html'>you're sick for a couple of days and all of a sudden there are 9 million posts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody get offended kay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this whole open post forum... and the message board like sharing... but might I make a little observation... I've noticed that some of the posts are rather long... not that this is a bad thing... I'm pretty long winded myself sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some peeps who aren't involved as team members have mentioned that reading the stuff on here is very time consuming and takes way longer than a normal break at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and make any posts I make a little smaller than I normally would... and I'm not telling anyone to change the way they blog... but unless you check back after every post... I can definately see how this can be seen as a long read :) and smaller posts are easier to digest in the short amount of time that many of us have while at work... just my $0.02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113822881814597488?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113822881814597488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113822881814597488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113822881814597488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113822881814597488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/man_25.html' title='man...'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113821296181104690</id><published>2006-01-25T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:18:16.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics of my brother...</title><content type='html'>The post about my brother was fairly long, so rather than editing it and adding these pics, I created a new post. Hope that's ok. I also may edit this and add a couple pics I haven't scanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Angel, and me ~age 2.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1769206/25022603.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, me ~age 4.5, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1769206/25022601.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Disneyland, Splash Mountain, sometime in 04 I think. Ignore the front 2 people (strangers). Actually look at front guy's arms, he's holding on TIGHT! After that it's my mom, me and at the very back my brother. He said it was very hard to stay in the pose the whole way down haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/2658056/52590631.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his birthday last year (05).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/6450803/82952147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he looks like now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/2658056/127110149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally liked the mohawk better... And no, that's not a wig! =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113821296181104690?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113821296181104690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113821296181104690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113821296181104690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113821296181104690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-pics-of-my-brother.html' title='Some pics of my brother...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113816685367013214</id><published>2006-01-24T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:27:33.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4518/1709/1600/IMG_1939.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4518/1709/320/IMG_1939.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, Andrew, James, and Me on Christmas Eve Liz wasn't there sad : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty excited about this because I love love LOVE my siblings they are just the best. I have four siblings Elizabeth, 26, who is married to a really great guy is living in Salt Lake City, Utah in married student housing at the University of Utah while her husband works/ goes to school she is a nurse and is currently at a dialysis clinic. My brother james is 24 going to Brigham Young University-provo and i have a feeling he will be getting engaged here pretty quick, he is in his last semester is majoring in Chinese and plans to attend law school. My other sister Diana, 20, is at the University of Utah studying Library Science but plans to change that i believe she has great style and wonderful taste in music. My little bro Andrew is 17 and a junior in high school he is quite active in student government and is quite the lady charmer i hear and he obviously hates pants teehee . I love my family imiss them all so much some of my fondest memories are of all of us staying up late in my big brothers room talking about everything under the sun i have a beautiful and intelligent family and i am proud of them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113816685367013214?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113816685367013214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113816685367013214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113816685367013214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113816685367013214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113814502464517548</id><published>2006-01-24T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:47:31.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother, the Angel (literally his name)</title><content type='html'>I have 1 younger brother. His name is José Angel, which was also my late dad's name. He is a bit over 2 yrs younger than me, born on Jan 27 1981. He goes by Angel (Spanish pronunciation Ahn-hell). Like I said, literally an Angel. That's what everyone thinks at least. I was the black sheep in my house. I did well in school, although he didn't, but conduct-wise I was the rebel, while he was moreconformingg. We're more even now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I didn't want a sibling. I was very happy being an only child. When he was born, I wanted my parents to give him away. "Why don't we throw him in the trash, daddy? Mom won't notice!"... Um, I guess she would, or so my dad said. Why would anyone notice he was missing? He didn't do anything of importance, just lied there, cried and whined about everything. He wore diapers until he was like 3 yrs old! Big baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to follow me everywhere. Sometimes it was nice not to have to look for a playmate, but I'd get sick of him quickly. "MOoooomm, Angel is following me again!!". I guess that's a little brother's job, to follow around his big sister. My parents insisted that it was because he admired me so. I thought he was very annoying. Plus, if he ever did something wrong (which, to his credit, wasn't often), it'd be MY fault, because I'm OLDER and I should've known better. Hello? I'm not THAT much older... Geez. Once, he got the mumps while we were jumping up and down on a bed at my grandma's house. He fell off the bed and his neck started swelling up. So of course, I was accused of throwing him off the bed and that was why his neck was swollen. Nevermind that I didn't push him at all, and that his neck was swelling due to the mumps. Adorable, sweet little Angel had been bullied by evil Leonora once again! Eventually, the whole thing was cleared but no one said "We're so sorry to have accused you..." Bleh. I'm over it. Sorta. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was annoying, we had a lot of friends in common. I was a bit of a tomboy; though I always liked dolls, I also loved Nintendo, Legos, Tinkertoys, and Thundercats. He had a lot of boy friends my age, so I'd tag along with them. Our neighbors across the street, one brother was my age, and the other was my brother's age. Ironically, I got along better with the younger one, and my brother with the older one. Another boy, Miguel, lived 2 blocks over. Ooh I liked him so! SO CUTE. We'd think of ways of distracting my brother so we could be alone. I was 9 yrs old by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to beat him up all the time. Isn't that what older siblings do? My parents would warn me that one day he'd get bigger and hit me back. HA! That little rat? He'll never be bigger than me... (Ooops, he is though. 6'2 to my 5'9. And he DID hit me back once. OUCH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my parents divorced, my brother and I would spend the night with my dad almost every Saturday. Sunday morning we'd get up early and have breakfast. Honestly, having my brother there made the divorce easier. It was like 2 families... My mom, my brother and I. My dad, my brother and I. My brother and I were the constant in those 2 equations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, during junior high school and especially during high school, I basically pretended I didn't have a brother. I was much more interested in making out with my boyfriend, and going out with my friends, than whatever he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time that I was ignoring my brother, he became cool. WHat?! How did this happen?? I was so busy with my boyfriend that I didn't notice. But he slowly acquired friends and more friends, while I was just with the one boyfriend. After I broke up with that boyfriend, I had another one. Meanwhile, my brother made more friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, after I had moved to San Diego, broke up with any boyfriend I might've had, and was all depressed and lonely, I attended my brother's birthday. This is when I saw the multitude of friends he had acquired. How many people can my mom's house fit?? We stayed up until 9am the next morning, and I couldn't believe how much fun I'd had with my little, annoying brother and his friends. They were so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, my brother and I get along so great. I'm good friends with some of his friends, and when I hang out with them I don't feel like an annoying little sibling tagging along with her cooler brother. I love him so much, and I no longer wish I was an only child =p He's a really cool brother to have, and not just socially cool, but an overall great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He currently lives with my mom, in the house we were raised in. Though no longer in the same house, we're very close. I think it's BECAUSE we're not in the same house haha. He is gonna be 25 in 2 days (I can't believe he passed my age! LOL, I kid but some people do believe he is older than me, he's physically a lot bigger than I am now), and graduated from college this past December. I'm so proud of that little bugger! And I'm very excited about his party! They are always tons of fun. It's gonna be a whole weekend of celebration, since it is the big 2-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna see my annoying, wonderful little brother, visit &lt;a href="http://controlcachetes.blogspot.com"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's in mostly Spanish, but he has a ton of pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113814502464517548?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113814502464517548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113814502464517548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113814502464517548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113814502464517548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-brother-angel-literally-his-name.html' title='My brother, the Angel (literally his name)'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113814454855874338</id><published>2006-01-24T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:15:48.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Siblings? Wow, this post might be long for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the oldest of 5. I was raised with my oldest younger sister, now 27 years old. She is....to put it gently...a little psycho. I love her and she has many good qualities, but I honestly believe she may have a personality disorder or two. She's on her 5th pregnancy with her new fiance. The first three, my two adorable nieces and nephew are in the custody of their father in Virginia. The fourth nephew was given up for adoption at birth. I unfortunately have little contact with the older as I think they are afraid since me and my sister are live so close together down here in TX that I might give their information to her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see, She's really flaky, irresponsible, lies a lot, and so much more. Actually, come to think of it, she may be bipolar but I'm no doctor. Anyway, She lives a couple hours from me and after a year of taking care of her and her bills when she lived with me, I'm done. I'm hoping this new Fiance loves her as much as I think he does and he'll be able to take her and her issues on. Her occupation lately has been in the restaurant biz, but she never keeps a job more then 6 months. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My second sibling is 20, she lives in VA. She's actually not my relative by blood but my Dad started dating her mom when she was pregnant and single so, my Dad after marrying, adopted her. She's always known my Dad has her Dad so I've always thought of her as more of a half sister. I just found out YESTERDAY that she married her what I thought was just a boyfriend on New Years eve. I came across her website by accident yesterday and saw Wedding photos. SHOCK! She's majoring in child physiology and loves kids. But she won't be getting anything off her registry from me. j/k but it would've been nice to have at least gotten a call about it. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My two youngest are my brothers. One is 14, he'll be 15 in 2 weeks. He stands 6 feet 4 inches tall. which is totally not fair since I'm only 5 foot. (well 4 Ft 11 and 3 quarters, heehee) Other then that he looks most like me and has a good voice for singing like me. He also plays guitar. He wants to be a Movie director when he grows up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My youngest brother is a whopping 20 years younger then me at age 10. He's really into sports, music, and nature. He wants to own a zoo. (I think it's cute that zookeeper is not enough, he wants to OWN it) He's a character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113814454855874338?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113814454855874338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113814454855874338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113814454855874338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113814454855874338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/siblings_24.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113810116225602225</id><published>2006-01-24T04:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:26:06.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Do you have any brothers and sisters? Are you close geographically and emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one brother. He lives about 20 miles away. He is younger than I am by 3 and a half years. He is the director of a radiology department in a big hospital. He is also a firefighter. He's a rabid Eagles (football) fan and is extremely depressed right now. He is married for the second time, has two daughters, a grandson and a little dog that looks like Toto but acts like a hound from hell. My brother likes really nice things. He has a Hemi, a hottub and a huge house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't see each other alot because we are all so busy and we don't actually have much in common, but we are always laughing when we are together. We'd kill for each other and emergencies mean we drop everything and join forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were small (me ten, he six and a half and a ten year old friend of mine) our mother took us to the movies at the Army base near by. Tickets cost 50 cents for children. Movie rating systems were uncommon. We went to see a movie with religious overtones. Beautiful scenery (southern mountains and swamps) and interesting banjo music, along with new and unusual characters littered the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sue-ee, sue-ee." (Movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, what is that man doing?" (My brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look!" (My mother with not enough hands to cover all of our eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often torture our mother with our Deliverence story, telling her it's a good thing no one knew what child abuse was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile, when we sit across from each other at a dinner table (someone's birthday or at a fine restaurant) one of us will take a mouthful of food, get the other's attention, then open our mouth with a chewy mess inside. This has to be done so only he or I see. Special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113810116225602225?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113810116225602225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113810116225602225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113810116225602225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113810116225602225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113778993285322131</id><published>2006-01-20T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:54:31.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs I've Had</title><content type='html'>1.) Hand-painting figurines assembly line style. This SUCKED. I was 17 and there was a bunch of old ladies yawing about their boring lives. I got paid jack-shit and I had to SIT for hours on end. I quit after two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) J.C. Penny - Men's Department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Auburn University Large Animal Clinic Pharmacy - this one was interesting. It was a student workstudy deal and it's the closest thing to a scientific job I'll ever have. I had to fill syringes, count horse pills, stock shelves, it was pretty cool though. The grossest thing I ever had to do is help harvest horse plasma. Here's the deal: A vet hands you a big 5lb bag of fresh horses blood (it's still warm, mind you). You put that in the freezer. When it cold, it separates into red cells, white cells, and plasma. They harvested their own plasma because it is very, very expensive. Once I came really close to a big mistake. I put a narcotic into a bag of fluids instead of sodium. They are both clear liquids, but I caught my mistake on time. Sometimes it would get quite hectic in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Fashion Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Silvewear - it was a kiosk in the mall. It was SO easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Fashion Bug again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) T-Mobile cell phones - back then it was Powertel/Voicestream. I sucked ass at selling cell phones. I am not a convincing retail person for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Alabama Cooperative Extension System - this was my first graphic design job. I liked it for the most part. I got to work for Alabama 4-H a lot and I'm a fan of 4-H because I was a part of all that for many, many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Art Coordinator, Auburn University - This is my current job. I'm basically an art director for the centralized creative services unit for the entire university. There are two other designers in the unit and I am the low man on the  totem pole. But I LOVE this job. I get to do a lot of fun stuff. It keeps you young living in a college town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113778993285322131?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113778993285322131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113778993285322131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113778993285322131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113778993285322131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/jobs-ive-had.html' title='Jobs I&apos;ve Had'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113778160981821216</id><published>2006-01-20T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:30:22.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs of death</title><content type='html'>1- paper girl for the Deseret News in Salt Lake. Me and my little brother shared a route of about 30 papers for almost five years starting when i was in seventh grade probbaly my favorite job so far. Me and my brother would walk around the block together it was definitely a good bonding experience and in my opinion one of the reasons we are still close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Papa Murphy's Pizza I only stayed here for three months we were understaffed it was awful not to mention it was impossible to get the stench of pizza out of your hands whithout making a paste of backing soda and lemon juice and leaving it on your hands for five minutes bleck gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- The Chocolate Covered Wagon a chocolate store near my home run by a beast of a woman named Cindy who was so sugary sweet one minute and a freaking nut case the next you were always on your toes. I wish i had a picture of her. That lasted about 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- My last job was pretty decent, I worked for the State of Utah's Risk Management scanning insurance claims into a database. This was my first full time job and let me tell you scanning fro 8 hours a day five days a week the summer before i had to grow up and leave home did not leave me happy. On the upside it paid incredibly well at 10 dollars an hour and with the money i purchased my lovely computer as well as my ipod, so it was definitely worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4518/1709/1600/laforge_01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4518/1709/320/laforge_01-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113778160981821216?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113778160981821216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113778160981821216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113778160981821216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113778160981821216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/jobs-of-death.html' title='Jobs of death'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113771929439817868</id><published>2006-01-19T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:15:53.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4 jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've had, in my lifetime, 14 jobs from the age of 15 until now (30).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll write about the most interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 4 jobs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I worked at a daycare/"montesourri" for 6 weeks following graduation from high school. It didn't take me long to figure out that they were NOT a montesourri (there was no educating) but just a daycare, they had unsafe furniture (cribs with nails sticking out) and they broke ratio requirements twice on me before I up and quit. The second occurrence they left me with 23 children (of all ages infants to pre-schoolers) by myself when the other staff called in and they didn't bother to replace them. I was having a nervous breakdown by the time the manager finally dragged her ass to work. The owner tried to withhold my last paycheck (for quitting without 2 weeks notice). I had my friend call and pretend to be my lawyer and all of a sudden my check cleared. They were shut down by the health department a few months later. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. My first real training in waitressing was at &lt;a href="http://jimsrestaurants.com/"&gt;Jim's coffeehouse and diner&lt;/a&gt;. Southern food, cheap coffee, open all night. I worked the graveyard shift. I got the job because me and my friends were in our "slacker" phases and spent every night there. We were the regulars. We would come in about 10pm, buy a $1.00 cup of coffee and stay there all night smoking and having in depth discussions over nothing really important. After awhile, when I needed a better paying job, I asked the manager there for one and I was hired. I ran into an old High school friend there, who became a regular, and then asked me out. He later became my husband, and then my late husband. Jims is the reason my blog is titled Coffee &amp;amp; conversation in a smoky room. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone see Reality Bites? The characters' lifestyle in that movie was VERY much like mine then. *sigh* I kinda miss it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I worked at Casino Magic in Shreveport,LA. I knew the restaurant manager there who hired me, since I had waitress/server experience. It was a good job, good pay, also the grave yard shift. The pay was minimum wage which is twice what most servers get. That was good because about 50% of our tables were patrons eating with Complimentary tickets and had spent all their money in the casino. They ranged from little old ladies with nothing better to do with their free time, the middle class crying into their free dinners saying they couldn't go home to their spouses and tell them they just spent all their life savings, to the High rollers who always tipped very well and wanted very little. I got employee of the month at this job, promoted to Bartender/room service coordinator. I got to take room service orders from Debbi Reynolds, Little Richard, and The Pointer sisters. It was fun. I quit that one when I moved back to Austin.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;They are now named Boomtown USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The hospital I work at now. I'm loyal to the unit I work on. I have the same boss who hired me as the unit clerk back in 2000. She and my other co-workers stuck by me through my pregnancy and my husband's illness. They threw me baby showers and donated PTO (Paid time off) when I needed to take off for his treatments. I had to quit when he became terminal and I had a newborn also. I came back when I had a break in Nursing school in 2004, same boss, same co-workers. It was like I never left. It's a good company to work for and with a lot of our patients being the homeless/psych hospital transfer variety, It is never dull. I can't wait to graduate in May and promote to RN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113771929439817868?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113771929439817868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113771929439817868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113771929439817868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113771929439817868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-4-jobs.html' title='My 4 jobs'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113771546950087590</id><published>2006-01-19T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:10:38.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My four jobs</title><content type='html'>I've only had four jobs! Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) First job: Cashier/Server @ &lt;strong&gt;Haagen Dazs/TCBY/Mrs. Fields&lt;/strong&gt;. A concession at the San Diego International Airport (Lindbergh Field). Owned by my aunt Victoria, otherwise I'd have lasted 2 hrs. Instead, I was there off and on (mostly on) for 3 yrs. I started late Dec 1997; I was 19. I forget how I was conned into working there, and with my AUNT... Let's just say she's not easy to work for, or with. But I was forced to get a job because I ran up the phone bill really high and my mom got mad. Oops. Where I come from, kids don't get jobs until they're out of college, or maybe in college they may work in something related to the major. But other than that, getting a job to have spending money is practically unheard of. This is why my first job was until I was 19. Back to the job... The good stuff was being able to eat a lot of ice cream, frozen yogurt, and cookies. Also, the assistant manager was cute, and I had a crush on him the entire time I worked there (but we never went out boo). The bad stuff was gaining about 25 lbs in about 2 months (weirdly, though, a YEAR after I started... huh?), and the fact that I just do not have the personality to work in food services and for people. I hate people basically. I think they're all idiots. Except me, of course. And you guys haha. Well I don't know you, but you seem nice. But seems like the moment someone becomes my customer, they lose IQ points within seconds. I'm very impatient, and suck at being fake-nice, so that was definitely not the job for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Second job: Knowing I suck at customer service, I went and got another CS job. This time at an outbound call center called &lt;a href="http://ngresults.com"&gt;Newgen&lt;/a&gt;. Located in the Mira Mesa area of San Diego. This job sucked so much, but it was really good money. I averaged about $11/12 an hour, and worked about 6 hrs a day, from 7am to 1pm. This was good money for a student back in 2000. The job was making courtesy reminder calls to people who needed to service their vehicle, on behalf of the dealership where they bought it. People would sign up for this, but oh how quickly they forgot. "Where did you get this number?" "Who is this??" "How do you know what kind of car I drive??" "I don't have a 1998 F150!! Oh, you mean the black truck?? Who knows when it was last serviced, they said not to worry for 30K miles!!!". Yep, that was said to me on a daily basis. I ended up being, um, "let go"... because I told some dude that he was being difficult for no reason and he didn't like that. So he tattled on me. Oops. Ah well, that job was like drugs... I wouldn't have left it until I was forced to, even though it was hurting me so. I also really liked my coworkers so they made it more bearable. I lasted a little under 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Third job: So, I hated being on the phone all day, so what do I do? Get another call center job. This time inbound. I thought, at least people call ME and they know what they want, right? WRONG. &lt;a href="http://aradiant.com"&gt;Aradiant&lt;/a&gt; provided operator-assisted text messaging services for pagers. This was in the old school days before text messaging on phones, and all that. Well, it overlapped with that, but our customers were mostly hospitals and truck lines. This used to be located in Kearny Mesa (San Diego), but has now outsourced the call center to Tijuana, México (ironically, my hometown). I worked the night shift, 9pm to 1am, because it paid more. It was a lot quieter at night, and I liked it. But oh the pranksters... they do not sleep. "Did you know your phone number spells out 1-800-vagina?? HAHAHAHA". I didn't but thanks for the info. Too bad it's not my pager anyway. "I'm calling about the job ad on the paper for an office assistant". Um, it's 11pm, this is the after hours answering service. Who calls about a job at 11pm?!?! Loser. I lasted less than a year, because I was a temp and they didn't hire me permanently because I didn't want to work nights anymore and they couldn't offer me another schedule. This job sucked big balls, but that is where I met my wonderful friend &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/teppa"&gt;Stephany&lt;/a&gt;, who later became my roommate for a year and a half, who spoiled me by being such an awesome roommate that I want to live alone now rather than finding another roommate (she lives with her bf now), and who is one of my besteststststs friends ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fourth job. My current job! I am a Claims Associate at a pretty famous insurance company that I don't want to name now because I hear of people getting fired for blogging (whether it's about the job or not). So I figure I'll play it safe. I started out as a temporary receptionist at the Auto Claims division, and I loved that office so much I still miss it. But my contract ended, and they offered me a position at the Property Claims office, where I am now. It's a much more mellow office than Auto, but nice nonetheless. I basically answer the phone and play dumb all day. I do menial tasks like faxing, copying, filing, and the mail. It's nice though, better than any of my other jobs. This is my first full time job (8 hrs!), and the day actually goes by faster than my other (part-time) jobs. I'm a grown up! HA ok no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113771546950087590?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113771546950087590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113771546950087590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113771546950087590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113771546950087590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-four-jobs.html' title='My four jobs'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113769666935073000</id><published>2006-01-19T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:51:09.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Jobs I've Had</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;a href="http://sherryinalabama.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sherryinalabama.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first job I ever had (with an actual paycheck) was as a cashier in an autoparts store. I started when I was 15 and worked there off and on through college. This was a fun job for a young girl - lots of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in a box printing company. I was bored to death and it was dirty. There were huge rolls of white paper (like 3 people tall) that got fed into printing machines. The paper always got stuck and paper would be wasted because the ink printed crooked and then the ink would run out. It was also very noisy. I didn't last long here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked as a sales person in a discount coat factory. Yawn. Less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bartender and then a bookkkeeper in a GoGo bar. There's a whole other world out there, peopled by women who earned money to buy a hit by having sex in public bathrooms, men who are heartbroken because these same women do not love them deeply and children being taken away from their parents. Drugs, sex and rock-n-roll. I didn't last here long either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113769666935073000?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113769666935073000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113769666935073000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113769666935073000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113769666935073000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/4-jobs-ive-had.html' title='4 Jobs I&apos;ve Had'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113763303702717785</id><published>2006-01-18T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:18:21.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was sent to me in an email today. I do not know who originated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A college class was told they had to write a short story in as few words as possible. The instructions were: The short story had to contain the following three things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(1) Religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2) Sexuality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3) Mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is the only A+ short story in the entire class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Good God, I'm pregnant; I wonder who did it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/20347488-113763303702717785?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113763303702717785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113763303702717785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113763303702717785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113763303702717785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/writing-lesson.html' title='Writing Lesson'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113762515331810150</id><published>2006-01-18T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:59:13.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my sketchbook is bursting at the seams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/796/372/1600/my-sketch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/796/372/320/my-sketch3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113762515331810150?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113762515331810150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113762515331810150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113762515331810150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113762515331810150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sketchbook-is-bursting-at-seams.html' title='my sketchbook is bursting at the seams!'/><author><name>kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/512953296_308de04a17_o.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113760656462108533</id><published>2006-01-18T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:49:24.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more from the sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/796/372/1600/my-sketch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/796/372/320/my-sketch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a rather elaborate series, you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113760656462108533?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/512953296_308de04a17_o.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113759900652176228</id><published>2006-01-18T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:43:30.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seven weird things about kari ...</title><content type='html'>... because i couldn't possibly narrow it down to five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i like eating anything chocolate while drinking orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;2. i have a cat named little brother who, quite possibly, is in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. i believe that only six out of ten dentists approved of trident gum.&lt;br /&gt;4. annie hall is my favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;5. i drank too much last night.&lt;br /&gt;6. because i'm a masochist.&lt;br /&gt;7. instead of my hair slowly going white/gray, i wish it would do it all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113759900652176228?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113759900652176228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113759900652176228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113759900652176228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113759900652176228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/seven-weird-things-about-kari.html' title='seven weird things about kari ...'/><author><name>kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/512953296_308de04a17_o.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113758701623034367</id><published>2006-01-18T06:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:23:36.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>These are the things that make people so interesting, our different little quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a voyeur, peeking in people's windows when they are not looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113758701623034367?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113758701623034367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113758701623034367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113758701623034367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113758701623034367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113755905331992380</id><published>2006-01-17T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:39:57.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>five minus two</title><content type='html'>I do not touch doors, faucets, levers, phones, or computer mice with my bare hands. Ever. If a door swings away, I push it open with my foot or shoulder. For everything else I shuck a shirt-sleeve over my fingers (I'm always wearing at least one article of clothing with long sleeves) or palm a paper napkin between me and whatever I'm touching, a napkin which gets tossed right away after use. Related: I really dislike touching the keys of publicly accessible computers but as I don't have a way to avoid them, I mollify my horror by frequently dousing my fingers in Purell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a habit, in that it's not a pattern of behavior I can consciously unlearn, but I get instantly carsick when I read while in&lt;br /&gt;a moving vehicle. This includes road signs. Hilarity ensues when I try to figure out where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the obvious entry for the list would be the elephant-in-the-room habit of mine. I don't need to write about that here, my other blog has TMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else, I'm quite mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113755905331992380?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113755905331992380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113755905331992380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113755905331992380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113755905331992380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/five-minus-two.html' title='five minus two'/><author><name>furyouhin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113752537205686737</id><published>2006-01-17T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:18:39.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weird things about Tamie…</title><content type='html'>1) I am the queen of useless trivia… you name it… movie… music… history… science… whatever… I usually know the answer… I blame my father… who is also really good at useless trivia… I’m not saying I’m jeopardy smart… but you know… some other game show that I can’t think of at this exact moment smart… heh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I cannot sleep unless there is a fan or an air conditioner running… It must be something about the white noise… but without it… I toss and turn and just can’t get to sleep… it can be 30 degrees out… and I’ll still sleep with the fan on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Whenever I eat out… I always dissect my food… I pull/pick it apart just in case I don’t like something in it… and once I find something on the menu that I do like (and that I didn’t find anything unusual in)… I will usually only order THAT one thing when I go to that restaurant again… an example: a Del Taco bean n cheese burrito… if there is even one tiny shred of lettuce in it… hidden somewhere with the cheese…at the bottom… I will know… just from smelling it (my sense of smell is REALLY REALLY good)… and I have to open it up and pick it out before I’ll eat it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have like 70+ pairs of shoes… and I usually only ever wear my flip flops or one of my pairs of ugg boots… yet I still will buy new ones even when I know I probably won’t ever wear them… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I find something really really funny… my laugh becomes silent and I can’t breathe… all 4 of my sisters and I are afflicted with this…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113752537205686737?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113752537205686737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113752537205686737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113752537205686737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113752537205686737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-weird-things-about-tamie.html' title='5 weird things about Tamie…'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113749257954735254</id><published>2006-01-17T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T04:09:39.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, I'm weird too...</title><content type='html'>I think I may have some more weird habits but the problem is, they seem normal to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself without realising that I'm talking out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I eat the crusts from my sandwiches first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I must have a coat or jacket with me no matter what the weather, I feel naked without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I bless myself discreetly when I hear sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I start a book I can't put it down. And once I've read it, I'll probably read it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113749257954735254?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113749257954735254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113749257954735254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113749257954735254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113749257954735254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/yep-im-weird-too.html' title='Yep, I&apos;m weird too...'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113746929170847149</id><published>2006-01-16T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:43:08.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Wierd Things/Habits About Mary</title><content type='html'>1. I am one of those idiots who talks to her pets. I talk to my cat all the time. If he meows, I look at him and say "oh, really?". Then he meows again and I say "You're kidding me!?". He meows again and I say, "Well, I'm glad to here that."... as if we are having a conversation. I'm really not that lonely, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If there is a piece of paper within my reach, I WILL draw on it. This has been a habit since middle school. In High School I got in trouble in my American History class for doodling the first few weeks during lecture. I told the teacher I was paying attention, and he didn't believe me until I got A's on all the quizzes. I can absorb well when I am drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to have the bad habit of biting my nails. I bit them for the LONGEST time and now I don't do it anymore, but I clip/file them until they are nubs. I'm trying to break that habit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Instead of saying "No" or even "No, Thanks"...I reply "NAH!"...And I catch myself doing it all the time. "NAH!" is not a word - at best it is a sound and I bet I sound like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like talking on the telephone with many people. I don't know why, but there are only like 3 people in the world I don't mind talking to on the phone. I'd rather be face to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113746929170847149?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113746929170847149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113746929170847149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113746929170847149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113746929170847149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-wierd-thingshabits-about-mary.html' title='5 Wierd Things/Habits About Mary'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113746279918773182</id><published>2006-01-16T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:53:19.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>1. I tear paper. When it is my hands I tear it I have a pretty good system going I always tear it the exact same way it makes me not as anxious.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a better realtionship with my computer than with half of my roommates.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have an odd obsession with socks especially of the argyle sort.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nine times out of ten I would rather stay home and read a book then go out on a friday or saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have never drank alcohol or coffee and haver never smoked ciggarettes or weed (not really weird in my opinion but i suppose it might be weird to other people)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113746279918773182?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113746279918773182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113746279918773182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113746279918773182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113746279918773182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113745804569391289</id><published>2006-01-16T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:34:05.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weirds about Jodi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What a fun topic! I keep meaning to link this blog from my other, anyone else do that yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My friends think I'm super weird for this one; I eat food on my plate one thing at a time. It's OK if they're touching I just have to eat the meatloaf first, then mashed potatoes, then the carrots. I can't mix it up in anyway except maybe the order. Actually I would probably eat the potatoes first, they get cold the fastest. Also included with this, I have a psychological barrier (I blame my parents) to leaving any food on my plate. So I have to watch my portions. (Those poor starving children in Ethiopia should &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; be thanking me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I am a coffee snob. I absolutely must have at LEAST 3 cups of coffee a day. It can't be Folgers or Maxwell House, it has to be quality coffee that I usually grind myself every couple of days and then keep the grinds in a dark, airtight container. It may stem from my job at Starbucks years ago, however that is not the brand of coffee I prefer. (But as an act of desperation on a less then 3 cup day I may have to make a stop at the dreaded Starbucks for sustenance)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I change into my pajamas and immediately take off my bra the MINUTE I get home. It doesn't matter if I get home at 1:00 in the afternoon and will only be home until 4....I will change. I just can't get comfortable otherwise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I cannot sleep naked much to the disappointment of my late husband and past lovers. I've tried, I just feel too vulnerable and the worry wart in me will stay up worrying about the possibility of a fire and having to run out onto the lawn buck nekkid. I just can't do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Like Samantha on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057733/combined"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bewitched&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, I can wiggle my nose. I've been able to do it since I was a kid when my mother forbid me to touch my nose in any way, shape, or form in public. So when It itches, it wiggles. I was very popular in 3rd grade for that little talent. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking forward to reading the others!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113745804569391289?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113745804569391289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113745804569391289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113745804569391289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113745804569391289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-weirds-about-jodi.html' title='5 weirds about Jodi'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113744479598838257</id><published>2006-01-16T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:53:16.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weird(?) things about me</title><content type='html'>This is better than the topic I was going to suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count. I count just in my head. I don’t actually count things. I start at one and keep counting until something better comes along. I count to fall asleep, I count in the shower, and I count when I’m bored. I think this is some sort of psychological disease. Don’t tell anyone I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink Diet Coke. I do not any other form of Coke or any other diet cola. I will drink water if a restaurant does not have diet coke. I will drink nothing before I would drink a diet Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have the TV on at home. I rarely watch it, but I need the sound. TV was my best friend growing up. I have to have it on to go to sleep. I turn down the brightness, so the light doesn’t keep me awake and only play the sound. I prefer having on shows I’ve seen and liked, especially ancient history shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t answer my phone without at least screening my calls. Even then I may not answer. It makes everyone crazy. I even do this at work. It is my belief that my phone is for my convenience not yours. I hate phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to make coffee, anywhere, anytime, and for no one. I don’t drink coffee. I don’t like coffee. It makes me crankier than I already am. I learned a longtime ago, that if I tell people I just don’t have a talent for it and that it comes out yucky, they don’t ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113744479598838257?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113744479598838257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113744479598838257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113744479598838257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113744479598838257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-weird-things-about-me.html' title='5 weird(?) things about me'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113743914336927561</id><published>2006-01-16T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:52:59.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE WEIRD HABITS I HAVE</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://fragileheart.com"&gt;Reggy&lt;/a&gt;, tagged &lt;a href="http://jadziadax.blogspot.com"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt;, and now I'm tagging all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the game goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first player of this game starts with the topic “five weird habits of yourself,” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You have been tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of choosing just 5 people to tag, I tag all of you who write in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I need to &lt;strong&gt;read &lt;/strong&gt;when I eat. MUST. People say it's bad manners. I don't know how or when I picked up this habit, but I've done it as long as I remember being able to read. I don't mind eating out alone as long as I have something to read. During my lunch at work, I read. When I don't have something to read, I FREAK OUT. I can't enjoy my meal when I don't read. I prefer magazines because they stay open without me having to hold them open, that way I can eat with both hands. But as a last resort I'll use a book. This doesn't normally apply when I eat with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As a side note I should add that this sort of spilled over to other areas of my life, and now reading is comforting and I need to read before bed, in the bathroom, while waiting at the dr's office, or for someone somewhere... Thus, I carry reading material with me AT ALL TIMES. Even when I go to friends' houses, I bring something to read in case I get bored. OK?? I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I like to &lt;strong&gt;chew &lt;/strong&gt;stuff. Pen caps, straws, my nails, others' nails. Yes, I'm gross like that. I have what some psychologists would call an Oral Fixation, I guess. This habit greatly diminished when I pierced my tongue (since I now have something in my mouth to constantly play with), but didn't disappear altogether. Mostly I do this when I get nervous, makes sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;straws&lt;/strong&gt;, I drink EVERYTHING through a straw. Anything that is liquid, anything that is a beverage, I must use a straw. Even plain old water. Don't ask me why... I just don't like drinking out of the cup/glass/container. If possible, I'll put a bottled drink in a glass with a straw. I carry straws in my purse (which wasn't mentioned in my purse post because they're in the bag I didn't talk about haha... carrying two bags is a weird habit in itself right??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) This one is pretty weird I think, and kinda hard to explain. When sleeping, I would rather not wear &lt;strong&gt;underwear/pants&lt;/strong&gt;. If I must (for whatever reason) and for some reason want to sleep on my side (I've been sleeping on my back lately, this winter, to avoid this problem), the waistband of whatever bottom I wear MUST be ABOVE my hip bone. I've ruined underwear by doing this, and I end up giving myself wedgies. I don't know why, but having the elastic around my hip bone (instead above) is just uncomfortable and I can't sleep. For this reason I love summer, when I usually just wear a tshirt to bed, or when hot enough, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) And finally, even though I prefer to sleep with as little on as possible (weather permitting, and yes I know I live in California and that shouldn't be as big of a problem but our nights can get damn cold even if day temperatures are high), I need to have some sort of &lt;strong&gt;cover/blanket&lt;/strong&gt; (like Reggy!). I cannot sleep without one. I need something on top of me, to cover me. Otherwise I don't sleep well. In summer I turn on the fan or A/C, but have a blanket on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG, all of you are IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113743914336927561?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113743914336927561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113743914336927561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113743914336927561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113743914336927561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/five-weird-habits-i-have.html' title='FIVE WEIRD HABITS I HAVE'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113743286001639702</id><published>2006-01-16T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:34:20.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's ART-tastic...</title><content type='html'>with all this artistic sharing… I thought I’d link you all to my photo web site… since it would take WAY too much space to put the images up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/photo.html"&gt;you go here now...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any illustrations or drawing up there (they’re all in my closet at the moment and very very far from ever being scanned into any computer) but one day… maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113743286001639702?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113743286001639702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113743286001639702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113743286001639702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113743286001639702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-art-tastic.html' title='it&apos;s ART-tastic...'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113734685563543951</id><published>2006-01-15T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:43:20.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>I received what appeared to be a nice compilment on my blog. When I tracked back, the blogger's profile was blank. A "forum" was attached that took me to a "sex" site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am not happy. Advice wanted: do I let people know the name of the blogger so "it" can be avoided or do I just delete it? Can it be blocked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113734685563543951?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113734685563543951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113734685563543951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113734685563543951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113734685563543951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113734086289329417</id><published>2006-01-15T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:01:05.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6969/1858/1600/mermaid.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6969/1858/320/mermaid.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my contribution to the sea. I did this for my daughter, who loves being in the water. It's ink and water colors on watercolor paper. Forgive my photography. It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113734086289329417?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113734086289329417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113734086289329417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113734086289329417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113734086289329417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/mermaid.html' title='Mermaid'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113720283451344170</id><published>2006-01-13T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:40:34.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/796/372/1600/my-sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/796/372/320/my-sketch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as gifted as mary, but i'm angsty as all get-out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113720283451344170?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113720283451344170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113720283451344170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113720283451344170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113720283451344170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sketchbook_13.html' title='my sketchbook'/><author><name>kari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/512953296_308de04a17_o.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113718999606333960</id><published>2006-01-13T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:08:05.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4419/365/1600/sea.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4419/365/400/sea.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this on my personal blog too, but I thought I'd put it here too because blogger makes bloggin' sooo easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is an illustration I did for Illustrationfriday.com. The theme was "sea" and a blue whale was the first thing that came to mind, so I started sketching and through a long drawn out process that I won't bore you with, I came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my new years "resolutions". To draw more and stretch a little more creatively. So, I got myself a new sketchbook to keep with me and work and I guess I'm doing it a little. One is just a drop in the bucket though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113718999606333960?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113718999606333960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113718999606333960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113718999606333960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113718999606333960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sketchbook.html' title='My Sketchbook'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113711515919465186</id><published>2006-01-13T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:19:19.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Doooooooooooom!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Friday the 13th. I lost track of all the sequels because I was too much of a scaredy cat to watch any more than five minutes of them. Anything you refuse to do on Friday the 13th? I can't really think of anything horrific that happened to me on Friday the 13th, possible small things that seemed life changing at the time but now have just faded with the drama. Don't overdose on superstitions and go easy on the amulets! I'm going to bed now to dream about the lovely rugby players I saw today. Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113711515919465186?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113711515919465186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113711515919465186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113711515919465186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113711515919465186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-of-doooooooooooom.html' title='The Day of Doooooooooooom!'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113710763206528491</id><published>2006-01-12T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:13:52.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Straddling the Fence</title><content type='html'>Like Tamie, I am straddling the fence and hurting myself in the process (I’m a Libra, so I’m allowed to be indecisive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I didn’t know the Rush reference (sorry Andy) I did think that Test for Echo was a good name for the reasons so eloquently expressed by furyouhin. I can visualize sending my words out to the great expanse to see what I get back. I get the same vibrations from the comments as I do from an echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do like the name, An Orgy of Words (obviously, since I suggested it, pats self on back and gets a cramp), furyouhin does bring up some goods points, again. It kind of reminds me of the Caligulia movie by the owner of Penthouse magazine. While I often get diarrhea of the mouth, it is not always my aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Orgy of Words is sexy and kind of naughty and it does bring to mind people wallowing in the joy of exchanging ideas. Test for Echo is sort of esoteric and classy and the way we send out feelers for other people’s thought and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was voting right now, I'd go for leaving the name the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there is no synonym for word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113710763206528491?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113710763206528491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113710763206528491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113710763206528491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113710763206528491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/straddling-fence.html' title='Straddling the Fence'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113710242877195131</id><published>2006-01-12T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:15:34.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tints, Titles, Templates - Oh, my!</title><content type='html'>Mary - I like the logo. The pink squeezed between all of that black is very erotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a background photo you could use one like one of those flowers by Georgia O'Keeffe that dosen't look like a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or for the background we could do a code where every thirteenth letter put together spells a dirty word and see if anyone notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njhgtfdesawd&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;lokujygtfvxn&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;kcscksddfrds&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;juhfsv&lt;br /&gt;dgfngj&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;mugrdgtfnhbg&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;jugrdfesdcfv&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;mkijyhgvcf&lt;br /&gt;di&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ijhgvcfdesav&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;iuytredsecvg&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;mkoijnbhuygv&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;qa&lt;br /&gt;zxswedcvfr&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;njdnfhgncfhg&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;njhgtfdesawd&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;lokujy&lt;br /&gt;gtfvxn&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;kcscksddfrds&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;juhfsvdgfngj&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;mugrdgtfnh&lt;br /&gt;bg&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;jugrdfesdcfv&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;mkijyhgvcfdi&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;ijhgvcfdesav&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;iuy&lt;br /&gt;tredsecvg&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;mkoijnbhuygv&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;qazxswedcvfr&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;njdnfh&lt;br /&gt;gncfhg&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;jsdvuvfvvsjhsbvuvucyrxtejejnhtfdcxzawdx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113710242877195131?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113710242877195131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113710242877195131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113710242877195131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113710242877195131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/tints-titles-templates-oh-my.html' title='Tints, Titles, Templates - Oh, my!'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113709815293627358</id><published>2006-01-12T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:35:52.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Name, Blog Images</title><content type='html'>1. I like the name "Test for Echo," which is about the only thing I like about Rush. (I cribbed "Test for Echo" straight off the name of a Rush album.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something I thought up spur of the moment, and I'm completely open to scrapping the name in favor of something like "Orgy of Words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the title banner, Mary, and the ideas you all have for color, layout and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I'm secure in my masculinity and don't mind the hot pink. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113709815293627358?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113709815293627358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113709815293627358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113709815293627358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113709815293627358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-name-blog-images.html' title='Blog Name, Blog Images'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113708709600782395</id><published>2006-01-12T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:32:30.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an orgy of words</title><content type='html'>This could be our "logo" wordmark and at the top of the blog. All the words pushed together kinda represent the "orgy" part LOL ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4419/365/1600/anorgyofwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4419/365/320/anorgyofwords.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113708709600782395?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113708709600782395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113708709600782395' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113708709600782395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113708709600782395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/orgy-of-words.html' title='an orgy of words'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113703412755560497</id><published>2006-01-11T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:48:47.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Name</title><content type='html'>I have really grown to like Test for Echo as this blog's name. But amybe we could put "An Orgy of Words" in the about section of the sidebar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone's answers to all of the questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113703412755560497?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113703412755560497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113703412755560497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113703412755560497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113703412755560497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-name.html' title='Blog Name'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113702361355673372</id><published>2006-01-11T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:58:53.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain</title><content type='html'>testing email-to-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're not seeing this message, then you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/bunny.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; cracks me up every time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113702361355673372?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113702361355673372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113702361355673372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113702361355673372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113702361355673372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/pay-no-attention-to-woman-behind.html' title='pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain'/><author><name>furyouhin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113702002630012074</id><published>2006-01-11T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:56:48.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging By Email</title><content type='html'>Welcome to furyouhin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her request, I've enabled the feature that allows you to blog by email. If you'd like to know this address, go to "Change Settings" and look under the "Email" tab. (All members can view settings because all members are admins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm testing the feature now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Edited to add: I suppose it works! - Andy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113702002630012074?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113702002630012074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113702002630012074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113702002630012074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113702002630012074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogging-by-email.html' title='Blogging By Email'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113701890120081316</id><published>2006-01-11T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:35:01.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. fury&lt;br /&gt;2. see #1.&lt;br /&gt;3. o+&lt;br /&gt;4. o-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. s&lt;br /&gt;6. n&lt;br /&gt;7. n&lt;br /&gt;8. portland, or&lt;br /&gt;9. whatever needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;10. nothing&lt;br /&gt;11. yield&lt;br /&gt;12. cuisine: japanese, dish: curry udon sans meat&lt;br /&gt;13. a 1" x 1" sq of semi-sweet chocolate. any more is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;14. anyone who actively listens&lt;br /&gt;15. r:156 g:156 b:206. it was the startup screen color for MacOS for many years&lt;br /&gt;16. autumn. it's the quality of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;17. i think maybe it was of me and my mom at the beach when i was about 5, although truthfully i don't know if i have a real memory of that day or i just have a memory of a photograph from that day and i extrapolated from there over time.&lt;br /&gt;18. myself crazy? no car.&lt;br /&gt;19. no idea&lt;br /&gt;20. hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113701890120081316?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113701890120081316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113701890120081316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113701890120081316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113701890120081316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>furyouhin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113700640171075658</id><published>2006-01-11T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:06:41.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going with jodi on this one</title><content type='html'>1. What is your first name?  Catherine&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could choose your name, what would you call yourself? i have no idea maybe ella&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you a boy or a girl? girl&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like boys or girls? boys&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your marital status? single so very single&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have any children? nope&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any pets? chia pet named bronty&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you live? Idaho and utah (currently idaho)&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you do to support yourself? uhh nothing&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you do to support your soul? read listen to music take walks&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s your sign? Pices&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s your favorite food? couldn't tell ya but i am always up for a nice turkey sandwich&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s your favorite dessert? chocolate cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is your hero? my parents, michael lund&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s your favorite color and why? green, it makes me happy on the inside&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite season and why? fall because summer drives me nuts and i love the way it smells&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your happiest memory? sitting in my brothers room with all my siblings talking til all hours of the night&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you drive? nothing, when i am home i drive a toyota van which i fondly refer to as the pimp mobile&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think is the hottest person in the world? a kid named chris from new jersey who i met last night mmm chris&lt;br /&gt;20. What color are your eyes? blue but they usually change with my clothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113700640171075658?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113700640171075658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113700640171075658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113700640171075658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113700640171075658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-going-with-jodi-on-this-one.html' title='I am going with jodi on this one'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113700466957961264</id><published>2006-01-11T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:37:49.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 ?s</title><content type='html'>I was going to post mine in the comments like everyone else but blogger's commenting option is screwed up. So Screw it,I'll post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your first name?  &lt;strong&gt;Jodi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could choose your name, what would you call yourself?  &lt;strong&gt;I was going to put something beautiful here like Julia or Chloe but really, I like Jodi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you a boy or a girl? &lt;strong&gt;WOman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like boys or girls? &lt;strong&gt;Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your marital status?  &lt;strong&gt;Widowed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have any children? &lt;strong&gt;Yes, a daughter, Ariana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any pets?  &lt;strong&gt;1 annoying dog and 2 spoiled fat cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you live? &lt;strong&gt;Austin, TX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you do to support yourself?  &lt;strong&gt;I live off widow compensation from the VA, a small paycheck from the hospital, and financial aid for school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you do to support your soul?   &lt;strong&gt;Sleep and sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s your sign? &lt;strong&gt;Cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s your favorite food?  &lt;strong&gt;Cheeseburgers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s your favorite dessert?   &lt;strong&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is your hero? &lt;strong&gt; I have too many, but who first comes to mind is a charge nurse I work with, Eric,  I would like to be the kind of nurse he is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s your favorite color and why? &lt;strong&gt;Blue, no matter what the shade, I still like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite season and why? &lt;strong&gt;Winter, I like to cuddle up in blankets and sweaters and I handle cold temps better then hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your happiest memory?   &lt;strong&gt;Crazy times when I participated in Theater in high school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you drive?  &lt;strong&gt;Mazda Protege&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think is the hottest person in the world?  &lt;strong&gt;Ewan McGregor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What color are your eyes? &lt;strong&gt;Gray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113700466957961264?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113700466957961264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113700466957961264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113700466957961264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113700466957961264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/20-s.html' title='20 ?s'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113697841867075526</id><published>2006-01-11T05:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T05:20:18.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Play 20 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a get-to-know-you quiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt; 2. If you could choose your name, what would you call yourself?&lt;br /&gt; 3. Are you a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt; 4. Do you like boys or girls?&lt;br /&gt; 5. What’s your marital status?&lt;br /&gt; 6. Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt; 7. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt; 8. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt; 9. What do you do to support yourself?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you do to support your soul?&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s your sign?&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s your favorite color and why?&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite season and why?&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your happiest memory?&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think is the hottest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;20. What color are your eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113697841867075526?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113697841867075526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113697841867075526' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113697841867075526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113697841867075526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/play-20-questions.html' title='Play 20 Questions'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113692788526801287</id><published>2006-01-10T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T15:19:23.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on Mary's Desktop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.auburn.edu/~fergum1/blog/office_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.auburn.edu/~fergum1/blog/office_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a photo of my office before I start working on a major project. Then I usually end up having to remove the cool stuff and retire it to my bookshelf to make rooms for the stacks of print outs and crap. The um, "paint fairy" had fun in my office one weekend several months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my office desk now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•My home-made zen garden. You have no idea how many "litter box" jokes I get.&lt;br /&gt;•Napoleon Dynamite talking keychain&lt;br /&gt;•Candle that doesn't smell nearly as nice as I thought it would. I'm always afraid I'm going to burn this building down.&lt;br /&gt;•My doodle pad&lt;br /&gt;•Paper swatch books from Neenah &amp; Gilbert paper co.&lt;br /&gt;•a gazillion DVDs with images&lt;br /&gt;•Jimmy John's sandwich shop cup&lt;br /&gt;•My file-a-dex with old job folders&lt;br /&gt;•My headphones which mean "LEAVE ME THE #$@!&amp;* ALONE, pleeease"&lt;br /&gt;•My 2005 Cat-A-Day calendar which is still on December 21st. I wish I had a new one.&lt;br /&gt;•A hundred pieces of scrap paper with doodles and crap all over them&lt;br /&gt;•PRINT Magazine&lt;br /&gt;•HOW Magazine&lt;br /&gt;•Graphic Design USA Magazine&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113692788526801287?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113692788526801287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113692788526801287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692788526801287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692788526801287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-on-marys-desktop.html' title='What&apos;s on Mary&apos;s Desktop?'/><author><name>Mary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuEbadnxBs8/TNFu_k6oErI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sLqG6ns22DQ/S220/maryh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113692640452023688</id><published>2006-01-10T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:53:24.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prize for All List Fans</title><content type='html'>A list of completely worthless knowledge. Impress your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;2. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;4. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.&lt;br /&gt;5. A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;6. There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;7. Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;8. The longest one-syllable word in the English language is "screeched."&lt;br /&gt;9. On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the&lt;br /&gt;Parliament building is an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;10. All of the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are stuck on 4:20.&lt;br /&gt;11. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple.&lt;br /&gt;12. "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".&lt;br /&gt;13. All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;on the back of the $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;14. Almonds are a member of the peach family.&lt;br /&gt;15. Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.&lt;br /&gt;16. Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.&lt;br /&gt;17. There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous":&lt;br /&gt;tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;18. Los Angeles' full name is&lt;br /&gt;"El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula"&lt;br /&gt;19. A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;20. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;21. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.&lt;br /&gt;22. In most advertisements, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10.&lt;br /&gt;23. Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.&lt;br /&gt;24. The characters Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street were named after&lt;br /&gt;Bert the cop and Ernie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's "It's a Wonderful Life."&lt;br /&gt;25. A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;26. A goldfish has a memory span of three&lt;br /&gt;seconds.&lt;br /&gt;27. A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.&lt;br /&gt;28. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;29. The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;30. In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.&lt;br /&gt;31. The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube&lt;br /&gt;and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;32. Mr. Rogers is an ordained minister.&lt;br /&gt;33. The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.&lt;br /&gt;34. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;35. "Stewardesses" is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113692640452023688?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113692640452023688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113692640452023688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692640452023688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692640452023688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/prize-for-all-list-fans.html' title='A Prize for All List Fans'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113692214193946291</id><published>2006-01-10T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:30:17.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Purse</title><content type='html'>My first post here! Yay. Ok, I have a TON of crap in my purse and figured you'd be interested in knowing what I have (maybe I figured wrong)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a burgundy, faux-leather, medium-sized, tote-style purse. Here's a pic from when I first bought it (I was really excited ok, I had to take a pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/2658056/94998757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like, a really expensive/designer purse, I think it cost like US$25, but I love it. It carries everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, in thorough detail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my make up bag. Bag within a bag, yes, I'm insane. I have a leopard-print, small-ish bag that I got for free at Lancome. Getting free stuff from Lancome will make sense after you see my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lancome Dual Finish pressed powder, in Matte Buff II&lt;br /&gt;-Lancome lipstick Rouge Absolu, in Amande Sucrée&lt;br /&gt;-Lancome lipstick Rouge Sensation, in Nude 5 (no clue what the difference between "absolu" and "sensation" is but they were free)&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of earplugs, you know just in case haha&lt;br /&gt;-nail clipper&lt;br /&gt;-3 nail files&lt;br /&gt;-2 small eyeglass repair kits (with tiny screwdriver, and tiny screws)&lt;br /&gt;-7 loose q-tips&lt;br /&gt;-Prestige waterproof lipliner, in cocoa&lt;br /&gt;-mascara wand (dry, for separating eyelashes or combing eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;-small eyeshadow brush&lt;br /&gt;-whatever eyeshadow I'm using for liner that day (today it is Jane eye zing in plum perfect)&lt;br /&gt;-Clean &amp; Clear oil absorbing sheets (can't live without these!)&lt;br /&gt;-Maybelline Forever Lipcolor in Chestnut&lt;br /&gt;-Bonne Bell lipgloss in Mocha Fudge Explosion&lt;br /&gt;-Prestige Soft Blend Khol Eyeliner, in Jet Black&lt;br /&gt;-Neutrogena MoistureShine gloss, in Tickled&lt;br /&gt;-Avon glimmersticks lip liner, in rich cocoa&lt;br /&gt;-Retractable Lancome lip-brush&lt;br /&gt;-Tweezers&lt;br /&gt;-Abreva (just in case...)&lt;br /&gt;-Black, fine point Sharpie (no idea why I have it in my make up bag, haha I've been looking for this elsewhere...)&lt;br /&gt;-Sally Hansenmoisturizingg cuticle brush.&lt;br /&gt;-Old Lancome Definicils mascara I need to throw away soon..&lt;br /&gt;-Neutrogena clean last tint, in black&lt;br /&gt;-Cortaid 1.0% hydrocortisone anti-itch faststick&lt;br /&gt;-tiny hair clip&lt;br /&gt;-Cover Girl wetslicks crystals, in luxe&lt;br /&gt;-Lancome RÃ©solution Eye D-contraxol Intensive Anti-Wrinkle Eye Treatment (sample size)&lt;br /&gt;-2 Lancome Juicy Tubes Ultra Shiny Lip Gloss, in Miracle, and Touched by Light&lt;br /&gt;-tiny keychaiflashlightht, provided by Enterprise Rent-a-Car, that I got at my old job.&lt;br /&gt;-a napkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of Make up Bag: I like Lancome products (hence I get free stuff often), and I have way too many lipglosses/lipsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's just my make up bag. I still have to list my PURSE. God, I'm feeling ashamed now...&lt;br /&gt;OK here goes:&lt;br /&gt;-Check for $4 from 4/28/05 that I never cashed. Wonder if I can still cash it...&lt;br /&gt;-20gb iPod&lt;br /&gt;-iTrip FM transmitter for iPod&lt;br /&gt;-earphones for iPod (nice ones I had to buy separate because the ones that come with the iPod SUCK)&lt;br /&gt;-Purell 2-in-instantnd Hand Sanitizer + Moisturizer (tiny size)&lt;br /&gt;-Hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;-pack of Kleenex tissue&lt;br /&gt;-Small Centrum bottle filled with L-lysine 500mg tablets (to ward off cold sores, it works!)&lt;br /&gt;-4 fl oz bottle of Bath and Body Works lotion in Cherry Blossom&lt;br /&gt;-Small Dove invisible solid deodorant in Original Clean&lt;br /&gt;-Sally Hansen Cuticle Massage Cream with Apricot Extract (you would think that having all this nail crap in my purse meant I have really pretty nails, but I don't)&lt;br /&gt;-Checkbook&lt;br /&gt;-Small Notebook with pen&lt;br /&gt;-extra pen&lt;br /&gt;-Moist wipes&lt;br /&gt;-a packet of Hot Chocolate mix&lt;br /&gt;-small bottle of hairspray&lt;br /&gt;-gum&lt;br /&gt;-Q-tips, travel pack&lt;br /&gt;-another small flashlight&lt;br /&gt;-Wallet (ohh and in my wallet there is a whole other list of things I will spare you from...)&lt;br /&gt;-Nivea creme tin&lt;br /&gt;-Gap Dream solid perfume tin&lt;br /&gt;-Walgreens MercuroClear First Aid Antiseptic Topical Analgesic (When I feel a cold sore coming, I dab this on and then some Abreva on top, take 2 L-lysine tablets, and PRAY. Has worked SO FAR!)&lt;br /&gt;-US Passport (border town, you know... they're getting stricter and stricter)&lt;br /&gt;-Pack of Parliament Ultra Lights&lt;br /&gt;-2 lighters&lt;br /&gt;-small plastic wallet of pictures&lt;br /&gt;-ChapStick Medicated lip balm (can you tell I'm obsessed with my lips!)&lt;br /&gt;-Neutrogena MoistureShine gloss, in Dreamy&lt;br /&gt;-mini foldable pen (?)&lt;br /&gt;-2 condoms&lt;br /&gt;-bunch of papers with random phone numbers, and some recipes that I want to try&lt;br /&gt;-mini nail file&lt;br /&gt;-Vicks vapor inhaler&lt;br /&gt;-cloth for cleaning eyeglasses&lt;br /&gt;-matchbook&lt;br /&gt;-Clean &amp;amp; Clear Instant Dissolving Cleansing Sheets. I recommend this for EVERYONE, omg they take off ALL make up and lather instantaneously. Just add water!! Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;-some band-aids (I'm accident-prone)&lt;br /&gt;-Birth control pills&lt;br /&gt;-Cell phone, and cell phone charger&lt;br /&gt;-Cover Girl wetslicks crystals, in chocofix chocomania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of total purse (incl make up bag): I like chocolate flavored lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT* Moral of total purse #2: No wonder my friends never bring anything when we go somewhere. The take it for granted I have it all! Which I do. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all. I actually carry all this crap around all the time, I'm crazy! I also usually have a book in my purse, to read whenever I'm waiting somewhere, but right now it's in my magazine tote (YES, I have yet another bag I carry around). My current book is Talk to the Hand by Lynne Truss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone actually read the whole list?? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113692214193946291?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113692214193946291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113692214193946291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692214193946291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692214193946291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-purse_10.html' title='My Purse'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113692237202084488</id><published>2006-01-10T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:46:12.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>List o' Stuff on My Desk at Work</title><content type='html'>How about what's strewn across my desk at work? The contents of my truck aren't altogether interesting. Hell, it's fairly clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An empty tupperware container that held my lunch for today (minestrone soup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A printout of the manual to a Sony laptop computer I'm working on for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A card that contains the telephone numbers to Entertainment Weekly, Sports Illustrated and Time magazines. (I'm a sucker for the eight-week trial subscriptions the cashiers at Best Buy offer whenever I make a purchase. Hey, it's a good deal, as long as you remember to cancel within the eight-week timeframe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two CD jewel cases: one for Bush ("Sixteen Stone") and other for Alan Jackson's "Let It Be Christmas." (Hey, don't judge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A travel tube of Colgate MaxFresh toothpaste (cinnamon whitening flavor) and a CVS store brand toothbrush. (I'm a little OCD about clean teeth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My Samsung cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My work Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A travel tube of Vaseline aloe skin lotion. (My skin tends to be very dry in winter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A big ol' thing of Lubriderm sensitive skin therapy skin lotion. (As I said, dry skin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Two lip balms: a Burt's Bees and a Chapstick medicated. (Dry lips, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My Swiss Army diver's watch. (I can't key on the keyboard and wear a watch at the same time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A half-empty can of Coca-Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A ceramic mug I, ahem, borrowed from Panera Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A plastic plate I'd used to transport half of a pound cake to work, to share with my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. An older Samsung cell phone I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to return to Cingular for credit toward my bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A legal pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A Macy's shopping bag I used to carry flavored water and cereal bars to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Nail clippers. (I hate hang nails. Don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A printout of an email from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A laser mouse I intend to, ahem, borrow from work and use at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113692237202084488?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113692237202084488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113692237202084488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692237202084488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113692237202084488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/list-o-stuff-on-my-desk-at-work.html' title='List o&apos; Stuff on My Desk at Work'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hewxL_2DmJc/StgR38pLPAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h2cOr6t3Tvk/S220/chinese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113691200216516689</id><published>2006-01-10T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:53:22.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listmania part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I'll include mine, Where's Andy's? Ok, I know you probably don't carry a purse but how about listing what's in your car. (The man equivalent of a purse)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In mine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~My PDA and wallet (My PDA contains medical software from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skyscape.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.skyscape.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, drug guides, medical dictionary, etc.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~My reading glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Lip Balm from Devonshire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Extra, raspberry mint gum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~3, 2 by 2 gauze squares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~small scissors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~a happy meal toy (from Narnia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~asthma inhaler, albuterol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~sunglasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~bath and body works antibacterial gel, Black raspberry vanilla scented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113691200216516689?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113691200216516689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113691200216516689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113691200216516689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113691200216516689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/listmania-part-deux.html' title='Listmania part deux'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113683993339954441</id><published>2006-01-09T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:52:13.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listmania</title><content type='html'>I'm also a fan of lists, they make me feel organised although most of the time I'm the least organised person in the world. I have post its on my little bookshelf that's beside my bed, one of them reads:&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;-up early&lt;br /&gt;- read three chapters&lt;br /&gt;-email Jen&lt;br /&gt;-email photos to Jodi and Leeanne&lt;br /&gt;-research chivalric code&lt;br /&gt;- do dishes&lt;br /&gt;-defrost meat for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in the library at the moment so the contents of my bag are very academic:&lt;br /&gt;-one new fileblock(you call them legal pads?)&lt;br /&gt;-one dogeared and falling to pieces fileblock&lt;br /&gt;- folder containing photocopies&lt;br /&gt;- my Derek Pearsall anthology of Medieval literature&lt;br /&gt;- my purse&lt;br /&gt;- my bus timetable&lt;br /&gt;- hairclip&lt;br /&gt;- ipod usb cable&lt;br /&gt;- floppy disk&lt;br /&gt;- my tutorial notes&lt;br /&gt;-one general notebook&lt;br /&gt;- my mobile&lt;br /&gt;-box of Wrigley's Extra&lt;br /&gt;- bottle of RiverRock Water&lt;br /&gt;- make-up bag&lt;br /&gt;-ipod(although strictly speaking it's on the desk at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;-my little first aid kit: -blister plasters&lt;br /&gt;                                       -eyewash&lt;br /&gt;                                       -nail scissors&lt;br /&gt;                                       - paracetamol tablets&lt;br /&gt;                                       - ibuprofen tablets&lt;br /&gt;                                       - throat lozenges&lt;br /&gt;                                       - mini antiseptic wipes&lt;br /&gt;                                       - a few ordinary plasters&lt;br /&gt;-antibacterial handgel&lt;br /&gt;-one black gel pen&lt;br /&gt;-two mini ballpens&lt;br /&gt;-two mini highlighters&lt;br /&gt;-one pack of Extra Strong Trebor Mints&lt;br /&gt;-my doorkeys&lt;br /&gt;-one Bourjois lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;- 64mb X-D Card&lt;br /&gt;-handypack of tissues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I spent way too long making that list. I have to get back to my assignments. I'll be back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113683993339954441?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113683993339954441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113683993339954441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113683993339954441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113683993339954441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/listmania.html' title='Listmania'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113678883108951908</id><published>2006-01-09T00:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:50:41.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Purse</title><content type='html'>i generally don't use a purse while at school but sincei am just returning fromhome my purse is still full of magical items such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod&lt;br /&gt;check book&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;chapstick&lt;br /&gt;2 pens&lt;br /&gt;1 pencil &lt;br /&gt;my purse sucks i am off to fill it with more interesting things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113678883108951908?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113678883108951908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113678883108951908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113678883108951908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113678883108951908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-purse.html' title='My Purse'/><author><name>Dear Lovey Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09458424685862618647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHZEu9wNhcA/SQuXr9dvMYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MEDq6fgNC9Q/S220/catny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113677696175077026</id><published>2006-01-08T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:22:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>I like lists. I have lists all over my house, in my office at work, on my computers, in my purse, in my head. There are shopping lists, to-do lists both for home and work, budget lists, wish lists, lists of craft and art projects, pro and con decision lists, lists of things I hate. This is a list. I like reading lists. Doesn't matter the subject or goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of what I have in my purse:&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;reading glasses&lt;br /&gt;Chap Stick&lt;br /&gt;Rolaids&lt;br /&gt;Knife&lt;br /&gt;Calculator&lt;br /&gt;tape measure&lt;br /&gt;cell phone&lt;br /&gt;Yellow 3 x 5 Postit pad&lt;br /&gt;a blue gel pen, a black gel pen, a black ink pen and a red fine line Sharpie&lt;br /&gt;lighter&lt;br /&gt;toothpicks&lt;br /&gt;melt away breath strips&lt;br /&gt;checkbook&lt;br /&gt;lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have in your purse or briefcase?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113677696175077026?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113677696175077026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113677696175077026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113677696175077026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113677696175077026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113656777132427681</id><published>2006-01-06T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:16:11.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a geek :)</title><content type='html'>There is only one thing that can make me want to buy an xbox 360º&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s if they make a KOTOR 3… that’s Knights of the Old Republic… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the best Star Wars game series… &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren’t familiar with KOTOR’s 1 &amp; 2… then let me briefly explain… it’s a role playing game… set in the pre prequel Star Wars universe… you get to choose your path… playing either light or dark side… every conversation… every action… every choice you make.. affects your orientation… and the orientation and actions of your friends and companions (&lt;em&gt;in the game… hehe… playing KOTOR at home won’t turn your annoying roommate into a wookie… I’m sorry&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew (&lt;em&gt;my fiancé&lt;/em&gt;) and I both love to play… he usually plays the male character to the dark side extreme… he steals from the poor and the blind… he kills people after the missions demand he helps them… his character (&lt;em&gt;in his own words&lt;/em&gt;) looks like he’s constipated with evil… a red back ground and black swarming mist surround his dark and brooding Sith…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I… on the other hand… play the good guy... or rather… the good girl (&lt;em&gt;another reason I totally love this game is because I can be the girl… hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;)… I help people without taking their money (&lt;em&gt;it’s all about the light side points&lt;/em&gt;) and do good deeds just because…&lt;br /&gt;My character stands (&lt;em&gt;with remarkably good posture&lt;/em&gt;) on a background of blue… with a bright white pillar of light/energy behind her… I am such a perfect Jedi that as I play… I fully expect my character to turn into Yoda… any minute… SHUT UP… hehe… it could happen. (&lt;em&gt;no it won’t… I know… but still… wouldn’t it be kinda cool if it did&lt;/em&gt;)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agree that welding a light saber in each hand (&lt;em&gt;duel light sabers… wooo&lt;/em&gt;) is the best… and that force lightning and force heal are the coolest…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing about this game is the unique gameplay… things are different if you’re playing as a male character or as a female character… and they’re drastically different if you’re playing light side vs dark side (&lt;em&gt;and vice versa&lt;/em&gt;)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend both KOTOR’s and like I said… should there be a 3rd… I will be coughing up the dough to get my hands on one of those xbox 360ºs…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113656777132427681?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113656777132427681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113656777132427681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113656777132427681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113656777132427681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-such-geek.html' title='I&apos;m such a geek :)'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113656775081136029</id><published>2006-01-06T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:48:57.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals</title><content type='html'>I was trying to think how often I personally have been in the hospital and the reasons for my incarceration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the time when I was 5. I was playing on the jungle gym with children twice my age. They were flipping over the top and hanging down, so of course I did too. I fell flat on my face. My lower teeth went through the skin of my chin. Blood every where. My mother took me to the hospital. Since I had sand in the wound, they had to use a fingernail brush to clean it out. My mother had to leave the room because she almost passed out. Then they stitched me up. Since it was an army hospital in Germany in 1963, this was all done without anesthesia. I was a trooper. Never made a sound. Wore my injury like a badge of courage and went right back on the monkey bars the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was the time we were swimming in a lake. I was 10. The lake was a hangout for the local bad teenagers who drank and smoked at night on the beach. They'd throw their beer bottles in the water when the police came patrolling. Some of the bottles broke. I stepped on one. Cut the shit out of my foot. We were 3 blocks from home. We didn't have a second car and my dad used our only car to get to work. No cell phones and not even a payphone. No lifeguard. This was 1968. The age before technology, overprotection and the sue happy people we have now a days. My mother carried me home, piggyback. My little brother followed along, keeping track of the blood pouring from my foot. Once we got home, the blood was staunched with a towel and we wanted 2 hours for my father to come home from work before I went to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the time I was on diet pills (real amphetamines.) I also had sleeping pills but I didn't take them because the monsters were horrible. So I was awake for a week. Then on Friday, I went out with friends. Drinking, carousing, dancing, all night long. Then breakfast (the first food I'd had in 5 days) at 6am followed by the drive home with the windows rolled up, the heater on and no music playing so my friend could sleep. I slept too. I ran into the back of a bread truck (Brinks armored Car), went off of the highway and came to a stop when trees got in the way of my cruising vehicle. I woke to the sound of my friend screaming that I was dead. I spent 3 days in the hospital for a bruised sternum. This was in 1980, so I didn't get a DUI or anything. The police didn't bother idiots back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was in the hospital was when I gave birth to my daughter. 1986. I didn't actually go into labor at the time. A week earlier, my mother was laid up in bed with a bad back. Her bedroom was upstairs. I spent the day taking refreshments and visitors up to her. Up and down, up and down, 9 months pregnant. Well my placenta got a slow leak. I thought I just couldn't control my bladder (the joys we women endure.) I got a bladder infection because of it. I woke in the middle of the night in pain. I was living with my parents at the time, after having left Canada and the father of my child. I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I waited a few hours. But finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I went upstairs and woke my mother. We all went to the hospital. I had a whole pack of people in the room with me, family, friends, nurses, etc. Everyone but the doctor, who was in the lounge watching Dance Fever. They gave me antibiotics and pain medication. They couldn't tell if I was really in labor or not. Around 3pm they decided to induce since I was there already and my due date was only 2 weeks away anyway. My daughter was born at 5pm. They were going to send me home the next day (Saturday) but Erika was jaundiced and they wouldn't let me take her with me so I refused to go. I stayed until Monday and had a good, quiet rest. My mother was mad at me because my surprise baby shower was that Sunday and I wasn't there. Which was good for me because I got all of the prezzies without people fawning all over me. I hate being the center of attention. By the way, my daughter was the best thing that ever happened to me, she saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends General Hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113656775081136029?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113656775081136029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113656775081136029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113656775081136029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113656775081136029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/hospitals.html' title='Hospitals'/><author><name>Nessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWJHhBcYsSw/Scb4x2nAsWI/AAAAAAAABqA/_WKjassaHi4/s1600-R/logo-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113648688186628926</id><published>2006-01-05T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:50:43.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wish me luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Like I said in my blog, I may not be writing for a bit, due to surgery tomorrow. If you are lucky and to my later embarrassment I may write a pain-killer induced post, which could be entertaining, especially since I have a tendency to get goofy even on NyQuil. I look forward to reading what awaits me when I get back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113648688186628926?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113648688186628926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113648688186628926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113648688186628926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113648688186628926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/wish-me-luck.html' title='wish me luck'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846742395561891234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://a435.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1d460c97854debc93702e43a8aaa2b92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113647450193953258</id><published>2006-01-05T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:18:44.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shopping Centre</title><content type='html'>We don't call them malls over here, they're 'shopping centres' thank you very much. My local shopping centre that I also work in, is quite a small one even by our standards but it's regarded as a better one because it's clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also do not have any of the same shops that you have in your malls, in this particular one we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sainsbury's - for all your groceries, they have a lot of teenage boys working here, my mother loves to torment my 14 year old sister by asking them to show her where the Tampax are etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molton Brown - as big as a walk in wardrobe this shop charges way too much for scented candles and waxy lipsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carphone Warehouse - just don't bother, seriously, the staff have absolutely no time for you. They will tell you anything to get your signature on a contract for a mobile and then three months later when your phone bill mysteriously trebles, they deny all knowledge of contract clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boots Opticians - Ummm they test your eyes and fit you for glasses. Which reminds me, I really need to get my eyes tested, I'm pretty sure there aren't two computers in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell's Chemist - the pharmacy for all your pharmaceutical needs(to a degree) and they have the big names in make-up and also a male cosmetics consultant that nearly choked on a whole Mars bar when I came in with some of their mail that got mistakenly delivered to my store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Bank - pretty self explanatory, their atm machines are some of the busiest in Northern Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton Cards - a card for every occasion or something, I'm pretty sure I didn't see any Happy Kwanza or Hanukkah cards in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop that's so tiny I can't remember the name - sells overpriced kitchen utensils, the person behind the till never smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Samuels - a jeweller's. From cheap and nasty to plain pricy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldsmiths- another jeweller's. Why they thought that two jewellery shops side by side was a good idea, I'll never know. The staff think they are very posh. They're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boots - contrary to popular belief this is not one with a pharmacy. They sell make-up, perfume, hair dye, shower gel etc etc. The staff are LOVELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - the staff in here need to eat. But then they wouldn't fit into the clothes they sell. What a tragedy that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon/Accessorise - very fancy clothes in here and prices to match. Really pretty costume jewellery in Accessorise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijou- used to be fantastically cheap for stud earrings, it's now getting more expensive every week and the gems still fall out of the studs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodaphone - they sell Vodaphones, do not ask if they do O2 top up cards, you get very short shrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe - DO NOT EAT HERE, it is detrimental to your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marks and Spensers - their food is gorgeous, the clothes not so much but getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunnes - they try to be the Irish equivalent of Marks and Spensers but sadly lacking. Also, I worked in one of their branches when I was 16, I would never in a month of Sundays contemplate working for them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports place - this is for all the steeks and millbags that need emblems and logos on every piece of clothing they wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith - one of my spiritual homes, they sell beautiful, oh so beautiful shoes. I can't go in there anymore, my bank balance does not allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarks - another shoe shop that is always packed with screaming kids getting fitted for their first shoes, don't go anywhere near this shop in the month of August, it's the height of Back to School fittings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wear - this shop sells some very pretty clothing and as far as I can remember is the only A-Wear in Northern Ireland so when you wear something from there it's very rare to bump into someone wearing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Look - good for last minute clothes when you're rushing to find something to wear that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - clothing for men, women and children, their sales start at five in the morning and there are always queues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Island - clothes for people who don't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles and Dorothy Perkins - modern, well made clothes for women and don't cost an arm and a leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evans - they cater for plus sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMV- another spiritual home, they sell cds and dvds etc. I want to spend a fortune everytime I'm in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game - they sell computer games, this is the one shop I've never been into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sainsbury's offlicence - I've definitely been in here, they sell booze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the actual shopping centre there are a few shops along the side that include the dry cleaners where the man saw me coming and hid underneath the counter so he could shout boo at me. The hairdressing salon, very pretty boys work in there. The travel agents, reeks of fake tan and nail polish. The butcher's, I used to work with two of the butcher's in Dunnes, they nearly put me off meat for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Would you work in your local mall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113647450193953258?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113647450193953258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113647450193953258' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113647450193953258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113647450193953258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-shopping-centre.html' title='My Shopping Centre'/><author><name>Mean Red</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20347488.post-113648153971273443</id><published>2006-01-05T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:36:24.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we’re all sharing about our favorite stores (sort of)…</title><content type='html'>Let me just say that I am totally narcissistic… kay… now that that’s out of the way… hehe... I thought I’d share my Kryptonite… Sephora be thy name… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you’re a girl… looking to buy a girl a gift… a gay man… metro sexual… confused… or for some other reason love make-up and or beauty products… Sephora is the store for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;LOVE &lt;/em&gt;this place… and maybe it’s the shiny bottles of lotions… potions… and other nice smelling things… along with all the bottles and compacts full of eye-shadows… lipsticks… foundations… powders… creams… blushes… etc… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le sigh&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t help myself… I get all wide eyed and start trying new things and spraying here and dabbing there… and then the justification sets in… &lt;em&gt;where WOULDN’T I wear this new $30 lipstick&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;em&gt;I mean it’ll go with EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;… and by everything… I usually mean NOT everything… because within the week… it’ll end up all nice and cozy with my OTHER new lipsticks… chilling out in a train case or make-up bag… to be “saved” for a special occasion in the end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe… seriously… I have more make-up than god… if god were… for example… a fabulous transvestite… or a styling make-up artist…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I try (&lt;em&gt;I’m a good girl I am&lt;/em&gt;) to only buy from them once every 3 or 4 months… but since I have been known on more than one occasion to drop between $300-$500 at a time there… I have been trying to go for 6 months without a “fix”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it’s doubly hard because I usually make the big orders online (&lt;em&gt;free samples… OH THE FREE SAMPLES&lt;/em&gt;) but there is a Sephora at Downtown Disney… and it’s like a siren calling to me when ever I walk by… and at my local maul (&lt;em&gt;indoors that is&lt;/em&gt;) they just opened up a new temptation… er… store… and spending $50-$100 every once in a while doesn’t seem that bad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually you find the girls who work there to be painted up like trash… and not all that knowledgeable about their products… and you’ll also see lots of teenage girls slathering on the bright colors on either themselves… or their reluctant boyfriends… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe… they sell this Evian water spray (&lt;em&gt;to hydrate your skin when it’s really dry out… shut up… it DOES SO work&lt;/em&gt;) and I saw these 12 year old girls spraying it on their skin and smelling it… like it didn’t say on the bottle “100 percent pure Evian mineral water” but then again… maybe they thought French water smelled like… oh I don’t know… café and cigarettes… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I try to take the best care of my skin as possible… because hey… you only get ONE face… and I’ve embraced my paleness… I’ve achieved an alabaster complexion over the last 2 years… I’ve become a Chanel and Lancome girl… and I have to say… it’s totally worth it… if you have the time and the money… because I now feel comfortable to leave the house with only the barest hint of moisturizer sometimes… and that’s ironic…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20347488-113648153971273443?l=zisforzed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/feeds/113648153971273443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20347488&amp;postID=113648153971273443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113648153971273443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20347488/posts/default/113648153971273443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zisforzed.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-were-all-sharing-about-our.html' title='Since we’re all sharing about our favorite stores (sort of)…'/><author><name>tamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11957172725755580911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.kirbyexperience.com/tamie/Curves.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
