<?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-28680442</id><updated>2011-09-30T06:50:56.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>envelope paste</title><subtitle type='html'>a site about this that and the other, and most likely, not all that intriguing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-1027821166155314961</id><published>2008-08-22T02:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:12:12.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>water</title><content type='html'>millions of drops in the pool of existence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have lost myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i find the way home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-1027821166155314961?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/1027821166155314961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=1027821166155314961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/1027821166155314961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/1027821166155314961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2008/08/water.html' title='water'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-4156575540263216158</id><published>2007-07-22T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:31.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>let's pretend!</title><content type='html'>we'll just skip the whole incident with my lack of posting last week. what can i say, i am the occasional slacker...&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are keeping tabs, last post project search key was "wacky circumference" because that was my favorite prototype name of the hula hoop from the hudsucker proxy, brilliant movie by the way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, here are this week's images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RqQbhhlf2NI/AAAAAAAAABc/afWCaGKPjJ0/s1600-h/Erika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RqQbhhlf2NI/AAAAAAAAABc/afWCaGKPjJ0/s400/Erika.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090223741600782546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RqQbvhlf2OI/AAAAAAAAABk/U_2iaYVrdnU/s1600-h/veg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RqQbvhlf2OI/AAAAAAAAABk/U_2iaYVrdnU/s400/veg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090223982118951138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-4156575540263216158?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/4156575540263216158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=4156575540263216158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/4156575540263216158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/4156575540263216158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-pretend.html' title='let&apos;s pretend!'/><author><name>...</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RqQbhhlf2NI/AAAAAAAAABc/afWCaGKPjJ0/s72-c/Erika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-8033389453751891827</id><published>2007-07-17T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:26:40.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a crap day...</title><content type='html'>ok, so today was essentially my monday, i had yesterday off. so, i've been a bit sleep deprived as of late, i have become something i wasn't not so long ago, but that's another story. anyways, i arrived at work this morning to an ivp exam, my least favorite exam. it requires iv injection, and i'm kind of a freak about injecting other people, even though i do it rather well, and with finesse(i pretty much pretend i know what i'm doing, ha). well, after i inject my patient, he starts telling me he's numb in the chest, which could fall into the category of anaphylactic shock, which is no good. i decide to kind of laugh it off, and observe, he ended up being fine, but still, numbness is never a side effect you want to hear about after injection. as the day progressed, we got busier and busier. i am the resident iced tea maker at work and we ran out of both sweetener and tea today, bastards! tea has been essential in my bid to quit the coke. as if the day weren't going bad enough, a co-worker of mine decides she's gonna run the oven self-clean during business hours, it sets off the alarm in the entire building and the whole facility has to be evacuated for the smoking oven. we are talking about surgical suites here people, a man was having eye surgery and had to be evacuated! poor guy could hardly walk down the stairs. then i receive a cll from the ex's workplace saying they have my kid, somehow the bus dropped him off there, and the ex is nowhere to be found. wtf? so, i go to pick him up after work, and the ex is there, gives me the kids and tells me that no. 2's arm is kinda swollen. umm, yeah, to about twice the size of normal, and his ear looks like it's about to explode too, so no. 2's er visit number 47 is in order. why can he not pick a kid up, why can he not take the kid to the doctor before it looks like an appendage will need amputation. is it really that hard people? and to top it off, my bloody valentine showed up today for her visit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-8033389453751891827?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/8033389453751891827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=8033389453751891827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/8033389453751891827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/8033389453751891827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-crap-day.html' title='what a crap day...'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-3317617887730579895</id><published>2007-07-02T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:31.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday project no.3</title><content type='html'>just so you know where i am finding these images, i have been typing in a keyword in google and hitting images. i'm interested to see if anyone comes up with the keyword in their first thought. last week's keyword was "clouds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoihmvyiilI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiehDjPHYwM/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoihmvyiilI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiehDjPHYwM/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082489866523150930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoihmvyiimI/AAAAAAAAABU/mcDty4vVp70/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoihmvyiimI/AAAAAAAAABU/mcDty4vVp70/s400/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082489866523150946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-3317617887730579895?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/3317617887730579895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=3317617887730579895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3317617887730579895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3317617887730579895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-project-no3.html' title='sunday project no.3'/><author><name>...</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoihmvyiilI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiehDjPHYwM/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-2024697145494910091</id><published>2007-06-26T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:32.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post project, a bit tardy</title><content type='html'>and the words that come to mind are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoGQ7cAgKLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TEqdXZ6v2bY/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoGQ7cAgKLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TEqdXZ6v2bY/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080501205455612082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoGQ7sAgKMI/AAAAAAAAABE/4WAqgqL5Tq4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoGQ7sAgKMI/AAAAAAAAABE/4WAqgqL5Tq4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080501209750579394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-2024697145494910091?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/2024697145494910091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=2024697145494910091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/2024697145494910091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/2024697145494910091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-project-bit-tardy.html' title='post project, a bit tardy'/><author><name>...</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RoGQ7cAgKLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TEqdXZ6v2bY/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-3208771511066223434</id><published>2007-06-18T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:23:40.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making an effort...</title><content type='html'>in an effort to try and post more often, i am finding pressure within myself to post things that aren't totally random, or that have some sort of meaning. i find it odd that a small goal i have set for myself has turned into something that causes me mild anxiety, how quirky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another effort to do different things this summer, i pulled my bike out from the depths of toby's lair and took it in to have it 'cleaned up' a bit. the guy at the bike service counter had that funny look on his face like a mechanic does when he has no idea what's wrong with your car, or you just drove a car that's entirely on fire into the garage to have it worked on. THAT was the look he had. as he was going through all the charges they may or may not have to do to the bike, i thought after the 15th thing he said he was just gonna break down and say something along the lines of 'seriously, just buy a new bike', but he said mine was definitely worth keeping, and it was gonna look gooood when they're done with it. so if any of you slackers out there wanna trail it up out here on the mean streets of south central OP, come on over. oh yeah, and the pool's open for summer! the water's fine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-3208771511066223434?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/3208771511066223434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=3208771511066223434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3208771511066223434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3208771511066223434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/making-effort.html' title='making an effort...'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-1316399290083003924</id><published>2007-06-17T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:32.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new posting project requires participation</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure why this idea came to me, but it did none the less. here's the idea, i am going to post a new picture, drawing, visual somethingerother every sunday. i want all those 5 whole people who look at this website to find either a word, comment, or phase that the visual ignites within them and leave that thought as a comment. i also don't want people going in and reading other people's thoughts before they have left their own. do you think you can do that? i think you can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get crazy and post 2 visuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RnW2tcAgKJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hesIqGjjmGQ/s1600-h/nekodrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RnW2tcAgKJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hesIqGjjmGQ/s400/nekodrawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077165046658771090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RnW2tcAgKKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xjOyNDo9d8k/s1600-h/floatingshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RnW2tcAgKKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xjOyNDo9d8k/s400/floatingshoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077165046658771106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-1316399290083003924?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/1316399290083003924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=1316399290083003924' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/1316399290083003924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/1316399290083003924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-posting-project-requires.html' title='new posting project requires participation'/><author><name>...</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RnW2tcAgKJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hesIqGjjmGQ/s72-c/nekodrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-7113192207812151048</id><published>2007-06-16T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:05:57.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>most disturbing post.</title><content type='html'>ok, i want to warn those of you who may be offended easily, or those who get annoyed easily by society. here goes, last night i took my kids to see the royals game with deeds, shankar, laocoon, and a few others. last night happened to be buck nite, which means soda, peanuts and hotdogs are all only a buck. i got myself and the kids some grub and after we ate most of it we started gnawing on those deliciously salty peanuts they have at the ol' ballpark, i was trying to teach a small amount of manners to my kids by teaching them to put the shells in an empty cup, kinda keep the area a bit cleaner you know, anyways, no.2 was being squirrely as we all know he can be, well, no. 1 had the cup of shells between his legs and no. 2 decides to smash the cup down and it ends up pinching the inner thighs of no.1. here's where the story gets disgusting, no. 1 yells at no. 2 (of course) and then proceeds to say to me that his "LEGS ARE TOO FAT!" i know what you're thinking, "what?" which is precisely what i said to the boy, i wasn't sure i heard him correctly, again, "what?" i ask, and he repeats himself. now dumbfounded and flabbergasted as i was, i was also very amused, as was laocoon, who also heard the comment. but i think i am far more disturbed at this statement than anything. how does a tall, skinny, 6 year old BOY kid think he has fat thighs?  i need answers to this perplexing riddle. last thing i want my kids growing up to be is bulimic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-7113192207812151048?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7113192207812151048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=7113192207812151048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/7113192207812151048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/7113192207812151048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/most-disturbing-post.html' title='most disturbing post.'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-7920988826045667572</id><published>2007-06-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:32.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI</title><content type='html'>much as i would like to discuss my day's events in great detail, i'm afraid it would most definitely fall into the category of too much information. i leave you frothing at the mouth for more...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RmYdlcAgKGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rLP66HcJED0/s1600-h/08brazilian0-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RmYdlcAgKGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rLP66HcJED0/s320/08brazilian0-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072774559290108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-7920988826045667572?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7920988826045667572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=7920988826045667572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/7920988826045667572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/7920988826045667572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/tmi.html' title='TMI'/><author><name>...</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/RmYdlcAgKGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rLP66HcJED0/s72-c/08brazilian0-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-2995943030178354819</id><published>2007-06-02T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:26:05.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rain season or wedding season? both!</title><content type='html'>holy wedding cakes! why do i even do them? i always kill myself when i do them, and i always, yes always, f*ck something up in the process. this time it was buttercream with salted butter, apparently costco decides to package the salted butter in blue, they just have to do it differently than everyone else don't they? sheisters! i think it's still useable though, i just added extra kahlua. i have at least taken a bit more time with these cakes than i normally do, hence the ability to post at the wee hours, even though i should be aslumber. and i have decided that dummy cakes are dumb. just get the damn wedding cake, i have to decorate the fake cakes anyways. how does that help me out, aside from ease of transport? enough about sweets, i get to the point where sugar makes me wanna vomit. blechk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i am a full-fledged boob squisher now. i have fondled more women in the past 2 days than any man who might be reading this page has in their lifetime, i think. let me just say this, if you were ever considering implants, or you have a friend considering implants, please do them a favor and ixnay that shite. seriously, there is no shame like the implant displacement views we have to do. think about those 60 year old women with their hard calcified implants, not so pretty... i'll let you ponder that thought, it's really just too brilliant to neglect you of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-2995943030178354819?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/2995943030178354819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=2995943030178354819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/2995943030178354819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/2995943030178354819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-season-or-wedding-season-both.html' title='rain season or wedding season? both!'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-939059413354796892</id><published>2007-05-08T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:24:27.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STL</title><content type='html'>I was lucky enough to go on the ireland anniversary vacation this year, due to an ill pup and non-refundable accomodations. not that i was elated about either situation, but i was excited to take a weekend without the kids and chillin with the btk. the b&amp;b we stayed in was pretty amazing, all those hours btk spends aimlessly on the internet do come in handy when researching decent accomodations. although i think one of the highlights of the trip was when we were taking a pit stop somewhere on an inbred stretch of I-70 and i was leered at by some drunkard who felt the urge to tell me that i had some "big ass titties". always a fantastic way to start a vacation, but who am i kidding, it was a road trip. my part as the wedding crasher was kept at a minimum, no hook-ups with strange wedding guests (way too small of a wedding, but i was hoping for some sordid behavior), or crazy drunken foolishness. i did feel the need to purchase new shoes prior to the wedding and kill my feet with them during the reception, what a genius i am for such acts of self-masochism. i guess the suckiest part was the monster rainstorm we hit just past columbia, that sucked. all in all, everything in between was just peachy. i don't know how long it's been since i had a vacation in which i literally purchased nothing, aside from sustainance. no shoes, no knick-knacks, no souvenirs, no nothin'! not that i didn't see things i wanted, there was plenty in that category, such as half the stock at &lt;a href="http://www.dwr.com/"&gt;DWR&lt;/a&gt;. we didn't hit a whole lot of boutique-y stores, otherwise i'm sure i could have found 'something' i couldn't live without, but alas, empty-handed i am. thank you to btk and the other ireland for the vacate, i had a fantabulous time. hopefully next year i won't crash your party...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-939059413354796892?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-4849994117908273986</id><published>2007-04-22T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:40:25.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy-oh's</title><content type='html'>took the boys to the record bar on friday night to see the &lt;a href="http://www.thedoodads.com"&gt;doo-dads&lt;/a&gt;. as usual, it was a rockin' good show about peanut butter in your ears and don't forget your please and thank you's. the kids liked the kid friendly menu as well, however, there was no break dancing by scar to be had this night, t'was unfortunate. next show is may 25th, we will be there, or we will be square. who doesn't love takin' the youngsters to the local watering hole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-4849994117908273986?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/4849994117908273986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=4849994117908273986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/4849994117908273986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/4849994117908273986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/04/daddy-ohs.html' title='daddy-oh&apos;s'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-7791906845010388052</id><published>2007-04-08T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:17:32.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a right of passage or a wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/Rh8C4aKlQPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vMhqxb5Y29I/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/Rh8C4aKlQPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vMhqxb5Y29I/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052760475052622066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 2 finally did it, he took the life of his cute liam gallagher-ish haircut and hacked at his own locks. yes, it's true. i myself waited until i was in the first grade to put my own scissors to work during some kind of boring writing lesson i am sure. i may possibly be the only child who didn't cut my bangs though, i took a big ol' chunk right from the crown of my head. i had a really funny looking cowlick for like a year afterwards too, kind of alfalfa-like. of course, you may be asking yourself, where was the parental supervision during this time of salon simulation? well, let's just say that a teenage babysitter doesn't always think about what happens when the older kid puts the scissors down after he gets done using them. she even pulled the family flo-bee out and thought about mending the damage herself, but decided to leave it to professional hands. i think it only takes once for this to happen, and then we as adults put the damnation of shame upon the child for doing something so heinous as altercation of a haircut. it's not that i really mind that he did it, i have always been unsympathetic to people who whine about their bad haircuts as if their hair will never grow again, it's the fact that his hair was looking really cute lately, ie- the aforementioned oasis-doo. he now looks like david beckham with his buzzcut, still a cute lil brit after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-7791906845010388052?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7791906845010388052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=7791906845010388052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/7791906845010388052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/7791906845010388052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/04/right-of-passage-or-wrong.html' title='a right of passage or a wrong?'/><author><name>...</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MYnFRvzSJRU/Rh8C4aKlQPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vMhqxb5Y29I/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-7001814096314346628</id><published>2007-04-03T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:53:37.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a small jaunt to the er for some angioplasty</title><content type='html'>so my dad emails me today that he's going to be in town the week of april 18th and would i be free to go to dinner with him during the week. he then casually writes me that he had some burning in his chest last week and went to the er in santa fe and had arterial angioplasty. he then talks about how expensive the meds he needs to take are. now, my interpretation of this is... important: coming to kc, let's get together; not important: nearly had a heart attack; important: this medication is gonna cost me big bucks. wtf? i emailed him back to tell him that if he's ever in the er for his heart again, i "expect" an immediate phone call. i don't give a rat's ass if it's the simplest procedure ever, when it involves your heart, there's a need to know from your immediate family members, apparently estranged as we may be. yes dad, it would have been much better to receive the phone call AFTER you were dead!? jesus. mind you, when my dad was married to my mom, money was never any object, he never discussed it, never told my mom to watch any spending, kind of just let it be, now, he and his psychotic wife are like crazy penny-pinching misers. it's not like my mom took the guy to the cleaners or anything either. when we went down to see them 2 years ago, they acted like they couldn't afford to go out to dinner. let me also say that my dad makes well over 6 figures a year. this woman has really done a number on my dad, and he has been a willing partner to her craziness. it totally infuriates me. you know how you casually use to word hate about people you may come across whose personalities don't really mesh with yours, or perhaps they just said something insensitive to you once and you've held a grudge, this does not apply to me when i think of my dad's wife, i seriously hate the woman. you can't be mean to my kids and get away with it, forget how you treat me, who friggin cares, but my kids, who are awesome? don't even go there lady, you'll be cruisin for a bruisin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? you really think i need therapy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-7001814096314346628?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-5873789064154429748</id><published>2007-03-20T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:50:56.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>duhduh-datingdom</title><content type='html'>well, my foray into dating ceased today, as i have said countless times before. it's no secret that i have issues when it comes to dating; kids, bad past relationships, traumatic past events, self-esteem issues etc etc. however, i am the kind of person who seems to be introspective enough to identify some of my own disruptive psychological behaviors or tendencies. i tend to be pretty open about them to m partners as well, but it really bothers me when other people don't even recognize or admit to the fact that they too have faulty behaviors. usually when i run across something i find insane about myself, i'm usually the first to think i'm emotionally retarded. occasionally i need the help of others, even though i might not particularly like what results from these discussions. i've always really been able to pick and choose what i try to tell to my friends. i always try not to villify whomever i might be discussing, for this reason and this reason alone, i'm with WWE. much as i think i probably do need some kind of therapy to resolve some of my issues without turning my friends into makeshift therapists, i just don't have the means to go about it right now. i just hate the idea of the 'typecast'. you know, when your therapist goes, "oh yeah, classic case of... fill dysfunction in the blank". that's why i hate listening to psychological radio shows like dr. drew, it's constantly, "what was your realtionship like with your father?" "well, that explains EVERYTHING!" argh, that drives me nuts, as if there is no other facet for how women deal with relationships other than how much their dads hugged them as a child, and let's not forget that every single female out there has had some sexual trauma, even if they don't own up to it. i always find talking to strangers much more liberating anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-5873789064154429748?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/5873789064154429748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=5873789064154429748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/5873789064154429748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/5873789064154429748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/03/duhduh-datingdom.html' title='duhduh-datingdom'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-3797391110609474609</id><published>2007-03-18T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:43:35.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TVOTR</title><content type='html'>went and saw tv on the radio last night and it was an overall good show. it sucked that it was at harrah's, which i think they also thought was weird by some of the comments made during the show. by and large though, harrah's offers pretty good sound, but expensive water, $2 for a measly 8oz bottle. many of you who know me know that i really prefer artists to sound live the same as they sound on the album, with the exception of some 'jam' type bands like white stripes and flaming lips. i prefer that because it makes me think that they don't just clean the album all up and sound over produced. recreating album sound is what i find beneficial in a quality live show. but tvotr still delivered even though a lot of the little additions present on the album were missing in the live performance. one of the reasons i like tvotr so much is their lyrical content, and the lyrics were mostly inaudible, which i thought sucked if you don't listen to them much. all in all, good show, but i think it'd be even better in a significantly smaller venue. i'm tired of the standard indie rock "stand still with little head movement" type "dancing" that goes on at these shows, i'm ready for people to get full on into it and start shakin some asses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-3797391110609474609?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/3797391110609474609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=3797391110609474609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3797391110609474609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3797391110609474609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/03/tvotr.html' title='TVOTR'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-3671507546335479735</id><published>2007-03-16T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:31:15.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if he gets up, we all get up, it'll be anarchy</title><content type='html'>i haven't much been feeling like posting lately. i just feel as if i have nothing to say. i seem to be working a lot. i seem to be having the same recurrent issues with my dating life. i do, however, seem to be feeling the largest itch to move out of my mom's house. although, how i would afford to live alone beats me. still, i yearn for a place to call my own, where no judgement is passed, i can concoct my own decorating scenarios, i don't have to worry about cleaning up for the housekeeper to come and clean up,(i always find that the most ridiculous request) and i think it's mostly because i realized that i have never lived alone. i did live alone in england for a few months, but that was a bedsit, hardly my own place, and i lived alone during college for one summer after my roomies moved on to bigger brighter things, but still, not my own. now i feel like i really NEED to live alone, yeah sure nos. 1&amp;2 will be there, but they have no say in the decor. it's my newest mission. as soon as i start working full-time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-3671507546335479735?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/3671507546335479735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=3671507546335479735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3671507546335479735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/3671507546335479735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-he-gets-up-we-all-get-up-itll-be.html' title='if he gets up, we all get up, it&apos;ll be anarchy'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-2165648620599304525</id><published>2007-02-26T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:39:00.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>part-timer</title><content type='html'>i have got to get myself another part-time job filling up the two days of the week that i don't already work. it's not so much that i need the money, but that i feel like a slug on the days that i don't work. i mean, i don't have extra money, so i don't go out and do much shopping, i pretty much waste the days away napping, watching tv, or running small errands. now, i realize that if i didn't have the days off, i'd probably hate it and complain about how i never have any time to do all the little things that build up during the week that aren't able to be done during the weekends, but man, i feel i need to be a bit more productive. i'm sure once spring hits in full force, i'll completely change my mind, as i always get spring fever. i think my grades always drop during spring semesters, it's a wonder anything gets done during spring. who doesn't hate being trapped inside on the first few days of really nice weather after the winter cold departs? not me... speaking of departing winter, can i tell you how much i can't wait until winter is over? seriously, this cold weather is driving me crazy, more and more snow. i haven't seen this much snow in a winter in seriously like 10 years or more. good ol' global warming, f**kin up the jetstream..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-2165648620599304525?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/2165648620599304525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=2165648620599304525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/2165648620599304525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/2165648620599304525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/02/part-timer.html' title='part-timer'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-5940967157979013602</id><published>2007-02-24T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T14:44:11.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life with kids</title><content type='html'>if there is one thing i have found out over the past couple of months, it's that dating with kids is a whole other beast than just dating alone. you have kid's schedules and working around that, and if the person you are dating has kids, that's another factor. either way, dating is hard enough without having to tiptoe around your kids and late night visits after bedtime. it's kinda funny, but it does take some getting used to. it used to be, for me at least, that if i started "dating" someone, it was almost instantaneous that we'd hang out ALL the time. you know what i'm talking about. like when one of your friends gets a new boyfriend/girlfriend, they are MIA for a month or so, sometimes longer. not so when you have kids. i was lucky to see the person i was dating once a week, if that. i think over the past 2 months we've only acually hung out together like 6-7 times. that's not a lot. i never really thought that dating could be more difficult than it was when i was single and childless, now i stand corrected. i guess i'll have to wait until my kids are in college before i can start dating again, it'd make it much easier, but by then, i'll be so engrossed in the daily routine of my life that i'll have a hard time with the adaptation of sharing my free time with someone else. and i'll be 45 years old and even more self-conscious than i am now. oh my, what will the future hold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-117143132989493750</id><published>2007-02-13T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:39:04.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>loud and proud</title><content type='html'>yep, i passed 'em, and to brag, i passed with a 95(you can only get up to a 99). yep, now i have street cred. i can sign my name with letters behind it. although you can't call me doctor, i feel that i am entitled to hand out free medical advice without anyone's asking, because i am now an expert...on what, i'm still unsure. and oh goody, now i can start squishin' ol' lady boobies and watching them pass out during compression. woo-hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-117143132989493750?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-117100023410430789</id><published>2007-02-08T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:54:02.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bored exams</title><content type='html'>i have taken my boards, or the boards have taken me, either way, it's over, if i passed that is, which i think i did. i found it surprisingly easier than i thought it'd be, which kinda worries me. hopefully, results won't take 4 weeks. i hear people have been getting them back in 1 week. that'd be awesome. i talked to some friends who walked out thinking they'd flunked. i studied for 4-5 evenings, and 1 day, re-read my entire textbook and a practice book and thought i did pretty good. it always floors me when people study for like 2-3 hours a day for weeks on end and walk out of an exam thinking they've failed and knowing that they've missed multiple questions. granted, i don't recall much of what i took in for very long, but sheesh, what am i doing here? saving lives? don't we all know to wash our hands after peeing and blowing our noses, wait, my kids don't even do that.......ooops. and i think bk makes a valid point, life is open book, why can't boards be? i have seen many a radiologist consult textbooks prior to diagnoses. nine minutes til my 33rd birthday. crikey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-117100023410430789?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/117100023410430789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=117100023410430789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/117100023410430789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/117100023410430789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/02/bored-exams.html' title='bored exams'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-117052520026296979</id><published>2007-02-03T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:53:20.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>study study study</title><content type='html'>i have four days left to study, and what am i doing right now, blogging. yep, i am the ultimate in procrastination. i should be doing insane calculations and memorizing catheter types and infection control methods, however, i am tired of needing to know this. i wonder if my knowledge will turn to soup once i've taken my test. i have been preparing mentally for it for the past couple of weeks by exercising my braincells under the influence of beer. that's gotta be killing my chances of recalling any pertinent information. i guess we'll know after tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since ie been working at the clinic, i have found the best symptom/diagnosis ever is the term "precocious puberty". i love x-raying pubescent kids' hands to see if they are on track with what the medical field thinks your body should/should not be doing. how embarassing would that be to see on your prescription paper? as if being 13 isn't hard enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-117052520026296979?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/117052520026296979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=117052520026296979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/117052520026296979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/117052520026296979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/02/study-study-study.html' title='study study study'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-117030479370369706</id><published>2007-01-31T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:39:53.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh of relief...</title><content type='html'>i am so glad marcel did not win.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-117030479370369706?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/117030479370369706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=117030479370369706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/117030479370369706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/117030479370369706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh-of-relief.html' title='sigh of relief...'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116995418065733393</id><published>2007-01-27T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:16:20.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cure to all cures</title><content type='html'>i have re-discovered "disintegration" and am glad i did. i have been feverishly looking-up ex's on my space and the likes of google, although i have no idea why. even when i find them, i don't try to contact them, i guess i'm just nosey. perhaps i am just waxing nostalgia. no. 1 and 2 have been driving me crazy with tattling and arguing. i love it when no. 2 argues about how he's not arguing. i seriously find him to be the most fascinating child i've ever known, not that no. 1 doesn't fascinate me, it's just that no. 2 is a bit zestier with his creativity. i have decided short-time daytrips in the car aren't worth the bickering in the backseat, even if you do happen to pass a dead cow on the highway. it was actually kinda the highlight of the day. i have been going out a lot for the past couple of weeks, and i think i should slow it down a bit. how i do like hanging out with the youngsters though. it's fun for some entertainment. i'm feeling like i should go to lawrence son and hang out some night, see how the town's changed, or not changed. anyone else feel like an evening out on the lawrence town?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116995418065733393?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116995418065733393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116995418065733393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116995418065733393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116995418065733393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2007/01/cure-to-all-cures.html' title='cure to all cures'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116827763266120578</id><published>2007-01-08T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:40:28.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it all came crushing down</title><content type='html'>the "crush" has been crushed. it was short and sweet...and fun. i have decided that i like having secret crushes, i find them much more stimulating. i also like the whole flirting ritual. i find that flirting is almost more successful for me than actually winning the "prize" of dating. i also find that i have no patience in the ritual of dating either, i think it's the 30something in me, or maybe just the mother of 2 kids in me, who knows. either way, i was ready for change much sooner than i thought i would have been. i was thinking i wouldn't want to date anyone for a couple of years after the 7 long ones i spent being mostly unhappy with my ex. it's good to know the fire has been sparked, even though i have no idea how to go about dating, i'm not the myspace type. i'm still not in any hurry. i would actually like to not be living with my mom when i introduce myself to any prospective dating partner. my &lt;a href="http://www.reeceandnichols.com/Consumer/Listing/ListingDetail.aspx?Search=bf284321-d1fc-4e11-8bc0-b9c4f999335b&amp;Listing=16553576&amp;IRPAgentID=&amp;Image=1&amp;First=11&amp;Last=20&amp;pagesize=10&amp;SearchType=geographic&amp;ListingDistrictTypeID=&amp;FirstLetter=&amp;Sort=6&amp;Cookies="&gt;own place&lt;/a&gt; would be good, that's next on the 'to do' list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116827763266120578?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116827763266120578/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>do you ever wonder if you told a friend intricate details about your life, if their opinion of you would drastically change? we all have secrets and sordid desires. do you friends really know you all that well? how long does it take for you to divulge these "peculiarities?" do you feel ashamed telling your friends? would you find it easier to tell a stranger? i would. especially if i knew i wasn't going to see the person again. don't you find it odd that the people who know you "best" perhaps don't really know you well at all, rather a version of you that's mostly accurate, but not entirely. do you think we should tell our closest friends of our most peculiar habits, or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116793968133638829?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-116750767720389475</id><published>2006-12-30T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:47:11.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally got around to it</title><content type='html'>i finally saw the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-5grqhj1b8"&gt;d*ck in a box&lt;/a&gt; skit from SNL with justin timberlake, pretty funny. it'a slways good to see that some celebrities don't take themselves entirely seriously. today is like the day after christmas to me, nothing to do, don't really want to do anything. i feel as if the storm has been weathered, whatever that means. i'm still feeling overwhelmed by the social calendar. i don't usually have much to do on the weekends, but post graduation, x-mas, grad party, jamie's 30th, and then new years, dang, it's almost too much. i even skipped out on greensmans party this year, (an annual tradition) i wasn't feeeling up to driving the kids up there to party with the gays. next year when the schedule isn't quite so hectic, i'll go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think no. 2's new slippers are the cutest things in the world, i mean, they're your basic fleece slippers, but they look really tiny and cute on him. they're also loving the &lt;a href="http://www.wedgits.com/design/"&gt;wedgits&lt;/a&gt; i got them, now we need to go spend the $75 each gift cards they got from target, they're burning holes in their pockets....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116750767720389475?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116750767720389475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116750767720389475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116750767720389475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116750767720389475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-finally-got-around-to-it.html' title='i finally got around to it'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116711047478181638</id><published>2006-12-25T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:21:14.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blues for christmas</title><content type='html'>haha, x-mas is over this year and we've only had a few traumatic meltdowns. all were due to inabilities to read names on tags. no. 1 had a crazy meltdown when i told him that the gifts he was opening were not to him, but from him, you see, he recognized that his name was on the card, but didn't realize there was this to/from thing going on, so when i told him, he gt really mad and i thought he was going to go exorcist on me, seriously folks, linda blair type sh*t. at least we snapped a few pics of his demonic face, but i need to get em from my bro. i do however have this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/1600/660119/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/400/303166/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is what x-mas eve looks like at my house when santa is visiting.&lt;div 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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-28680442.post-116689532938151198</id><published>2006-12-23T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:35:29.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks</title><content type='html'>i have recently developed a crush on a person (no secret now) whom is not really what any one of my friends would consider my "type". now, the last 2 crushes i have had have been on people who are not my "type", or at least, my previous type. i think it comes along with the changing of perspective you get when you either turn 30, have kids, or just have been in numerous relationships with people who are your "type", but didn't work out so well. i mean, doesn't that kind of say, "hey, my 'type' doesn't seem to be working for me?" i also think that with the changes i have made in life as of recently, why not date someone completely out of my realm of comfort? never in my life have i ever thought i would date someone who likes football, but i have also found that it's virtually impossible to find non-football-likers here. and those who don't like football, tend to fall in the category of my "type", which as we discussed ealrier, tend to be relationships that don't work out for me. are you feeling me people? i'm moving out of the comfort zone. i find it funny that when you have been in a crappy relationship, you are always the wiser when it comes to what you look for in a mate, like cleanliness. uh-huh, you know who i'm talking about...then again, they are but mere crushes, people i do not know intimately. it becomes less a physical attraction, and more a 'could i live with this person' attraction. does he/she feel the same way about politics that i do, do we share musical interests? are they a smoker? do they clean their house? kids? financial stability? drinker?... it's crazy all the factors that go into relationships with age. no wonder it gets harder as you get older, you become way more picky about social tendencies, and less about physical attraction. sometimes you luck out and get both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116689532938151198?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116689532938151198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116689532938151198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116689532938151198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116689532938151198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/diffrent-strokes-for-diffrent-folks.html' title='diff&apos;rent strokes for diff&apos;rent folks'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116674349171226975</id><published>2006-12-21T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:24:51.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>school's out for-evah!</title><content type='html'>haha, school is audi 5000, uh-huh... final's are ovah! not only that, but today i gots me a job, yup, thas right, i'm gainfully employed. for those of you who are naysayers, told ya so! i so totally rock, how could you even doubt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, where's the party at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116674349171226975?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116674349171226975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116674349171226975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116674349171226975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116674349171226975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/schools-out-for-evah.html' title='school&apos;s out for-evah!'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116642146943002757</id><published>2006-12-17T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:57:49.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so weird when you find out what they're doing...</title><content type='html'>i ran into this girl i went to high school with the other night. in fact, i approached her in a shoe shop as i was browsing, and usually i don't even go so far as to do this because i hated high school and pretty much if you weren't very nice to me, i could really care less of what you've made of your life, anyways, she was nice, so i decided to see what she was up to. well, she's chillin in kc, real estating and making jewelry. we talked about some old classmates and there was a girl who i was pretty much best friends with during high school, who was a mutual friend of this girl i ran into. anyways, my ex-best and i had this crazy falling out our freshman year of college over some bs kind of thing, either i did too much drugs, or she thought i wanted to have sex with her, which would make me a lesbian, which i'm not, but i digress. come to find out, she's in this somewhat up and coming, but kind of already a hit, indie band called blood on the wall. i guess they tour a lot and played with sonic youth and dinosaur jr and the yeah yeah yeahs. how strange is that? i looked them up on google, and their myspace page played a song that was pretty decent. i'm always in awe about when people i know do things really out of the ordinary from what i thought they would be doing. strange. i don't know, i'm just kind of weirded by it, that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-28680442.post-116581660123953859</id><published>2006-12-10T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:56:41.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination day</title><content type='html'>yeah, i told my mom i was going to study all day today, what did i do? nada. i did the crossword puzzle, watched some boob tube and then bailed out and went shopping and to a movie with bk. we went to see the holiday, which i can't really say that i recommend to anyone, this time i'm with bk. usually i defend movies, but i can't say that this one has too many redeeming qualities, with the exception of kate winslet. she was good, not fabulous, but good. anyways, we went to urban outfitters afterwards where many annoying teens were shopping. uggg, i'm starting to get that old people mentality. speaking of getting old, i've never really been one of those people who freaks out about birthdays and dreads getting older, but i do rememeber going through this when i turned 26. i felt that 26 was an age where you should already be on your career path and just beginning to be successful, which was far from any place that i was in life, but then by the end of my 26-dom, i had a kid, and i still felt wayyy tooo young to have one. now it seems normal, and i'm glad i had them young, but in retrospect, i do wish i had been more grounded in life and had been a bit more successful, but that's nothing to dwell upon. this year, however, i am turning 33. now i'm starting to really feel the pressure; 2 kids, living in my mom's basement.... it's the mid-thirties people, yep, mid, not early, mid! i'm not sure of the significance i find in this birthday, rather than the round 30, or 40 year, but i just do.inexplicable. i remember when locker-bee thought her life had peaked after 21, she hated turning 22. i think she still hates birthdays. what birthday hit you the hardest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116581660123953859?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116581660123953859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116581660123953859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116581660123953859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116581660123953859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/procrastination-day.html' title='procrastination day'/><author><name>...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-5/qid=1165294693/ref=sr_1_5/601-1070093-4697710?ie=UTF8&amp;asin=B000EYO83C"&gt;straightening iron&lt;/a&gt; (for the hair that will be cut off on january 3rd)&lt;br /&gt;6. some camper shoes like tina's&lt;br /&gt;7. pearl earrings, i'm not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;8. a new sets of tires for the snaab car&lt;br /&gt;9. new danskos&lt;br /&gt;10. to pass my boards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116529371739521358?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116529371739521358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116529371739521358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116529371739521358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116529371739521358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116518069628423756</id><published>2006-12-03T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:37:46.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous classes</title><content type='html'>i have had at least 3 ridiculous classes that i have been forced to take to receive my associates degree, and i am now currently enrolled in one of them, public speaking. jesus h, how many speeches do i think i will ever be making in my lifetime? none. it's not that i get all panicky, which i do a little, or that i hate the idea of people staring at me or anything, i just don't think it's a very valid class for my specific career path. just the same as how when i was a fine arts major, there were no required math classes to receive your bfa degree. i agreed with that one, what did i need math for? (although i do use math quite a bit, just not crazy algebraic equations or anything.) anyhow, i am doing this speech on the origins of chocolate, since i know a thing or two on the subject, and i've been trying to find these things called cocoa nibs, which are little bits or the cocoa bean that are ground up and made into chocolate. they do sell them, and i've only had them once about 5 years ago when working with the american. they are pure unsweetened chocolate, and they're really good although bitter at first taste. anyways, i wanted to find some and use them as a support to my speech, but i can't find them without going through a distributor and buying a large quantity, but i did find this &lt;a href="http://chocolateandzucchini.com/archives/2006/02/biscuits_chocolat_et_feves_de_cacao.php"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; for some cookies with them that look de-li-cious....&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/1600/912096/biscuitschoco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/400/688407/biscuitschoco2.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/28680442-116518069628423756?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116518069628423756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116518069628423756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116518069628423756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116518069628423756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/ridiculous-classes.html' title='ridiculous classes'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116484959891513268</id><published>2006-11-29T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:19:58.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if only they really were that cute</title><content type='html'>awwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/1600/911647/scan_61129181832_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/320/753516/scan_61129181832_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/28680442-116484959891513268?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116484959891513268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116484959891513268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116484959891513268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116484959891513268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-only-they-really-were-that-cute_29.html' title='if only they really were that cute'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116460579371006768</id><published>2006-11-26T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:53:27.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>furballs</title><content type='html'>bk and i went to see "&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/picturehouse/fur/trailer_small.html"&gt;fur&lt;/a&gt;" tonight. i thought it was interesting. i had read a review of it earlier this week which gave it pretty bad reviews, so i wasn't sure i was going to like it, which is why i try not to read reviews. anyways, not much of a kidman fan either, but i liked this one. even though it was an "imaginary portrait" of arbus' life or something like that. it was still romantic. who doesn't like a movie about freaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/1600/728345/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/320/118076/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one of hers i found of anderson cooper, yep, THE anderson cooper from CNN, son of gloria vanderbilt. talk about a freak....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116460579371006768?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116460579371006768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116460579371006768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116460579371006768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116460579371006768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/furballs.html' title='furballs'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116438606059472280</id><published>2006-11-24T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:45:25.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nuts about these nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/1600/525870/bas_oct06_walnuts_spiced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/320/304631/bas_oct06_walnuts_spiced.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i found a &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=content&amp;id=recipe4600051&amp;contentGroup=BAS&amp;layout=bas"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; on good ol' stewart's site while searching for a candied walnuts recipe for a salad i was going to make for laocoon's birthday. so, it seemed good and i was looking for something a little spicy too. oh man, now i can't stop eating these babies. everybody should try them, even if it's too late to take them to your thanksgiving dinner. and they can be made with other nuts, you don't have to use walnuts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a thanksgiving note, no. 1 peed his pants yesterday because he was having too much fun to go inside and pee. but then he wanted to leave immediately after, which i'm not denying was a good idea, but then it seems like his plan backfired and he wasn't able to play with the other kids more anyways. i'm looking in the psychol's direction for any help on this matter. it has happened before too. and when i calmly talk to him about why he does this, he cries like crazy and feels really bad, but do i punish him? or forgive with no repercussions? at least he's gotten to the point where he can be honest and figure out why he's doing it. poor thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116438606059472280?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116438606059472280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116438606059472280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116438606059472280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116438606059472280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/nuts-about-these-nuts.html' title='nuts about these nuts'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116408890501206286</id><published>2006-11-20T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:06:28.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the ocean on your tongue....</title><content type='html'>can't stop listening to tv on the radio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's best friend has pancreatic cancer and has 2 months to live. she's wayy freakin' out, and she's in a crazy funk about it too. but she stayed up late last night to make me a pumpkin jelly roll because she said she would. how awesomely mom-ish is that? i'm totally not that good of a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late and i can hear my kids stomping their feet on the floor whilst in deep slumber. check out this &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/1600/111568/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1690/3042/320/74794/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paper i found on my floor tonight after no.1 was "playing computer games". uhh-huh, playing computer games, more like printer/copier games. and yep, that's right, basement dwellers get to live on sculpted orange basement carpeting too, for those of you who noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am completely hooked on that tv show heroes. if you had any superhero power, what would it be? what would be the most useful superpower? would you really want to read minds, or hear people's toughts? i think that would suck, i'd much rather be invisible. i definitely have a twisted kind of voyeuristic spy-type personality. what about never being able to get hurt? would you do stupid crap like jump off buildings? what would you do with your superpower, hoarde it, or use it for good? hmmmm...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116408890501206286?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116408890501206286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116408890501206286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116408890501206286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116408890501206286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/ocean-on-your-tongue.html' title='the ocean on your tongue....'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116331413511131530</id><published>2006-11-12T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:48:55.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now they make me study....</title><content type='html'>ok, so i'm gonna come right out and say it, school so far hasn't been really all that "hard" for me to get through. now, it's not necessarily the case for some of my fellow classmates but hey, we all have our own thresholds for knowledge i guess. anyways, i have what, six more weeks of school left? and now they put the pressure on? actually, what i have to say to that is "bring it". i'll fight ye til the end, i've been itchin' for a good fight. i'll pass those damn boards without so much as blinking an eye. that being said, i have to go study.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116331413511131530?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116331413511131530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116331413511131530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116331413511131530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116331413511131530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-they-make-me-study.html' title='now they make me study....'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116278943125915295</id><published>2006-11-05T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:03:51.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always something the day before picture day...</title><content type='html'>no. 2 did a few face plants in the driveway the other day, you'd think he had shoelaces untied or something. of course, tomorrow is picture day and he has a fat bloody lip and some road rash on the side of his face. it's always good to know that school pictures can capture the real moments you want to savor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my nephew, the future NFL player, had his last football game this weekend, and i guess it was considered the opposing team's "superbowl" since my nephew's team has only had like 1 loss. they had already played 2 games earlier that day and they were all tired and dragging their feet, but they still kicked some ass. watching 8 year olds play football is hilarious. especially if you sit near the bench and listen to thier conversations. the girls bathroom is funny too because you get to hear the 10 year old cheerleaders talk about boys and acne. awesome. i don't think no. 1 will be cut out for football, and i'm not so sure i'm cut out for watching football games every weekend. i'm rooting for soccer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116278943125915295?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-116250721528635536</id><published>2006-11-02T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:48:14.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 crazy weeks</title><content type='html'>holy crikey, 7 more weeks of school and then i am free, free at last. we have this ridiculous teacher at school who tells us how ridiculous our class is for griping over mistakes that she makes on our tests. she doesn't feel that we deserve points that we should have received when she is in error. boils the blood i tell ya, but i'm so tired of the classmates talking about her suckiness non-stop. get over it already, we are almost through with the confines of good 'ol CTU! well, i should start pounding the pavement in search of a job irradiating people. i've gone from cookin' food to cookin' people. i love the new rotation, i'm thinking i need to be employed there too, even if it does mean i'll have to learn how to &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://z.about.com/d/breastcancer/1/8/5/-/-/-/mammogram.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://breastcancer.about.com/od/breastcancerglossary/g/mammogram.htm&amp;h=160&amp;w=200&amp;sz=6&amp;hl=en&amp;start=33&amp;tbnid=VYH5BTPN4D58dM:&amp;tbnh=83&amp;tbnw=104&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmammogram%26start%3D20%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;squish boobies.&lt;/a&gt; some jobs are worth squishing boobies for, especially when you get awesome lunch for free everyday. the way to my heart is pretty much through the tummach. the ol' reshume is updated, now i just need them see how amazingly charming i can be. i think the only job i ever didn't get that i applied for was when i applied to blockbuster not too long ago for a job to have just while i was going to school. you know, some low responsibility job that would be flexible and allow me to work a weird schedule, but get this, i didn't pass the personality test, how does that happen? could it be that i actually told the truth in my answers? seriously though, i don't know how the crappy disinterested high schooler gets a job at blockbuster while the dependable mother of 2 who needs the job for extra income doesn't pass the test? food for thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116250721528635536?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116250721528635536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116250721528635536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116250721528635536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116250721528635536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/7-crazy-weeks.html' title='7 crazy weeks'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116232382867458347</id><published>2006-10-31T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:52:25.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>halloweenie</title><content type='html'>i love halloween. it's not just the candy either. not that i dress up each year, but i love the fact that people do. i always have an idea of what i'd be if i hadn't been working on putting together no. 1 and no. 2's costumes. by the way, no. 1 will be &lt;a href="http://levinitylonewolf.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/appa.jpg"&gt;appa&lt;/a&gt; this year, a flying bison from his favorite cartoon, and no. 2 wanted to be a scary skeleton monster somethingerother. gone were the days when he wouldn't even glace in the direction of a costume. of course, who could forget this one.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1690/3042/1600/DCP_9958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1690/3042/320/DCP_9958.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/28680442-116232382867458347?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116232382867458347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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hate laura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116062608988306559?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116062608988306559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116062608988306559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116062608988306559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116062608988306559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/10/craftsmanship-out-arse.html' title='craftsmanship out the arse...'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-116002182316590038</id><published>2006-10-04T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:17:03.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hi-ho</title><content type='html'>well, the tonsil removal went smoothly, not a hitch. not even the adenoidectomy was necessary. he did pretty good til the demerol started to wear thin, and then pain set in. he doesn't much like his pain medicine either, but i too recall thinking that the pain meds didn't do a whole lot. i think the hardest thing was sitting through family dinner watching everyone else eat brisket and cole slaw (one of his faves). he didn't even drink his fresca. we gave him a little bit of meat and potato salad, i just didn't want that scab to come loose. anyways, we're bunking together tonight, so i should mosey. tomorrow is gonna be a doozy, so much to do, so little time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-116002182316590038?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116002182316590038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=116002182316590038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116002182316590038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/116002182316590038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-ho.html' title='hi-ho'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-115994222729807101</id><published>2006-10-04T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:10:27.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what do tonsils do anyways?</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the day of reckoning for no.2's tonsils. they will be removed at approximately 7:30am. poor guy, he has no idea what pain is, and yet, tomorrow, he shall discover it. chances are, he'll also hate me for it. i stocked up on yogurt, ice cream, popsicles, and applesauce. i'm thinking that should be good for a few days. i wonder what no. 2 will do when he finds that his big brother gets to eat ice cream for dinner. that's gonna be a fun argument. anyways, i should rest-up for recovery tomorrow. news brief to come tomorrow night.&lt;div 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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-28680442.post-115968069685790784</id><published>2006-10-01T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:02:29.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>river bottom nightmare band</title><content type='html'>there once was a day in my not too distant youth when i longed to be a rock star. yes, it's true. i even have the pepto-bismol pink guitar to prove it, but alas, you kinda have to have some skillz to play such an instrument, of which i have none in that department. anyways, i would sit and conjure up songs, and names for my band with other conceptual bandmates, and one day we decided that we would cover the emmet otter's jugband christmas song that was sung by the opposing band during the talent contest, in which emmet otter, for those of you not familiar, lost to. poor thing had to put a hole in the washtub to do it dadgummit. this was the &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://muppet.wikia.com/images/thumb/d/de/Chuck.JPG/300px-Chuck.JPG&amp;imgrefurl=http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Riverbottom_Nightmare_Band&amp;h=230&amp;w=300&amp;sz=18&amp;hl=en&amp;start=4&amp;tbnid=DH-gYEvwM6bXSM:&amp;tbnh=89&amp;tbnw=116&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Driver%2Bbottom%2Bnightmare%2Bband%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;river bottom nightmare band&lt;/a&gt; song for those of you with foggy memories. any bands out there who may feel the need to steal such a song has my permission to do so, so long as you send me a copy of your results. perhaps someday, my dream will be fulfilled by some other. mike ireland, i am looking in your direction, even if it has to be country....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-115951143631926456</id><published>2006-09-29T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:35:20.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate festival nutty bars</title><content type='html'>this &lt;a href="http://www.kansascitychocolatefestival.com"&gt;chocolate festival&lt;/a&gt; thing has got me frantic. i have been guerilla marketing and posting up the yard signs in the middle of the night in south central joco. hopefully, they'll stay up at least a week. we'll see. on to other things, for some insane reason, i have decided to do a public cooking demonstration, what was i thinking? i hate speaking in public, not to mention, i chose like the &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/16373"&gt;craziest freakin' dessert ever&lt;/a&gt;, which i stole via the net, as i do with all of my dessert recipes. can i demo that in 30 minutes? again, what the bajeezus was i thinking? only nine days to go. and i can't do this thing again next year, it's exhausting me. sad, but true. more than happy to help when i have the time to help, just can't be in charge of anything next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, for some reason, i scheduled no. 1's tonsillectomy on the wednesday prior, now i'll have no time to prepare or nothin'. crikey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115951143631926456?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115951143631926456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=115951143631926456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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little baby from a set of &lt;a href="http://www.russianlegacy.com/catalog/popup_image.php?pID=520"&gt;matryoshka &lt;/a&gt;dolls from school, among counting beans and wooden balls. yep, he's slipping them into his pockets as he sees fit, and i then find them in the laundry. he also has a hankering for acorns, but i hardly consider that theft, sorry squirrels. what to do. i think i have to chat with his teacher and tell her that he must go through a rigorous search and seizure prior to boarding the afternoon bus. perhaps when his teacher lets on to him, he will curtail his behavior. i can't say as i blame the guy. i think i know who's getting what for christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i finally got pictures of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1690/3042/1600/Oscar%20B-Day%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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title='kleptography'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-115552756793506921</id><published>2006-08-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:52:47.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GSE- west ham i am.</title><content type='html'>saw green street hooligans tonight, wasn't as good as i'd have liked it to be, and predictable, but entertaining all the same. i was glad it was supporting my local team of west ham united, (that's where i lived whilst across the big pond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i was talking with whitesaab the other night, and we were discussing our fantasy project runway winners, i still go for michael knight, the man has talent. we've decided laura is a one trick pony, as is kane(?), i mean, i do like kane's stuff, but he reminds me of austin scarlett, destined to do evening gowns, but none other. she hates jeffrey, i love him. i'm waiting for vincent to get kicked outta, he's such a pussy, whiney-ol' baby. and i thought robert should have gone. you never can tell with project runway..... i did like bradley's line about tinker toys though....awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 1 turned 6 on thursday, we've been celebrating ever since. and man, he has an attitude, totally thinks he's king or something, we had a sit down talkin' to. he's way too stressed out for a 6 year old. and i'm thinking about keeping in kindergarten this year, i don't think he's socially ready, nor scholastically. i think i may be sorry if i send him to first this year. it's a hard decision.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115552756793506921?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-115501305871358944</id><published>2006-08-07T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:09:45.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-term procrastination</title><content type='html'>am i a procrastinator you may ask? and the answer is.....yup. i have been perusing the internet for the past 2 days avoiding my scholastic duites. what have i found you may ask.....only the cutest quilt in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1690/3042/1600/cotton01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1690/3042/320/cotton01.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. if only i had the time to quilt......?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-115397429637799762</id><published>2006-07-26T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:34:12.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let this be the epitaph for my heart...</title><content type='html'>ohhhh...the &lt;a href="http://www.cimsmusic.com/"&gt;magnetic fields&lt;/a&gt;, how i love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project runway, my guilty pleasure. i can't belive angela(?) is still on the show. she's like the crazy nutty bar aunt, superflake! keith keith keith, get over yourself. sometimes, it's not always about who's best at construction, sometimes it's actually about creativity. oh yeah, and i miss michael kors telling someone it looks like a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day at the bates motel, things could be turning around, but i still only have 57 more days.....the countdown continues.&lt;div 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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-28680442.post-115389017266020605</id><published>2006-07-26T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:12:07.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>apple pie trailers</title><content type='html'>i sometimes get obsessed with apple trailers. these are the movies that look good to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/ridingaloneforthousandsofmiles/hd/"&gt;Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles&lt;/a&gt;(because i love zhang yimou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/warner_independent_pictures/thescienceofsleep/hd/"&gt;The Science of Sleep&lt;/a&gt;(because i loved eternal sunshine...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/runningwithscissors/"&gt;Running with Scissors&lt;/a&gt;(because i love wes anderson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/americanhardcore/hd/"&gt;American Hardcore&lt;/a&gt;(because i love le punk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/gabrielle/trailer/"&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/a&gt;(because i love isabel huppert)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115389017266020605?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115389017266020605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=115389017266020605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115389017266020605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115389017266020605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/apple-pie-trailers.html' title='apple pie trailers'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-115371407420646909</id><published>2006-07-23T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:10:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...i bossanova witcha!</title><content type='html'>not much of a weekend, it's been a long time since i've had free access to HBO, and i can definitely say, it puts a dent into my social aspirations. although, i'm loving the DVR thing, i have now been recording all of the &lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/williams/peewee/index.html"&gt;pee-wee's playhouse shows on adult swim&lt;/a&gt;, thank you adult swim, not to mention various other shows and stupid movies that i've never seen nor would i ever pay to rent them, such as "The Notebook". yep, it's true, i am indeed a girl. i've also been taping tons of stuff for no's. 1 &amp; 2, like, and this is awesome, pee-wee's playhouse, which we get to enjoy together, the indian in the cupboard, which i've yet to see, and foul play, that one's just pure nostalgia. yep, that DVR masheen, it's purty dern neet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made some good grub tonight, i made a cucumber salad with tomatoes and artichokes and then i sauteed some salmon and we ate them together, turned out wuite nicely. i think the vinegar-y flavor went well with the salmon, although, i think next time i might go for some kind of fish with a more distinct flavor. any suggestions....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-115328054337650298</id><published>2006-07-18T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:57:31.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>junior varsity</title><content type='html'>i can't say enough about how i have been living for project runway. and....i hate to admit, but i'm rooting for the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bowieichiban"&gt;punk&lt;/a&gt;. i mean, in the aftermath, i really do think &lt;a href="http://santinorice.com/blog/"&gt;santino&lt;/a&gt; isn't all that bad, it was really just his cocky self i couldn't take. i can't believe they let that crazy british guy on, even after the diss, what is tim gunn thinking? not to mention that the networks picked it up. i rememeber when they did that to queer eye, didn't last though, probably because of that god-awful opening sequence. i mean, we all know they're gay, but i don't think i've ever heard any gayer music in my life, and i used to be a little gay dance club club kid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, the bates motel.....is so boring. there's nothing to do there. i hate watching clocks. 62 days left, 4278 miles left to drive, 142.6 gallons of energy to consume for a job in which i don't even get paid, and 124 hours worth of driving time wasted on not seeing no.s 1 &amp; 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115328054337650298?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115328054337650298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=115328054337650298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115328054337650298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115328054337650298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/junior-varsity.html' title='junior varsity'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-115259260674056095</id><published>2006-07-10T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:47:27.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>x-ray spex</title><content type='html'>started at the psycho motel today, it was sloooooow. the funny thing is, they all said it was busy. rut-roh. i did get to see some traumas, and that was cool. not much else happened. i couldn't go to sleep last night, the combination of nearly finishing the harry potter 5 book, and the idea of having to drive the commute was itching on the brain, and therefore i only got 3 hours of sleep last night. everytime i was in a dark room today my eyelids got soooooo heeeeaaavvvyyy. i'd have a hard time sitting in a dark room all day long, i can tell you that. the cafeteria at the motel was funny, all the lunch ladies immediately spotted me as fresh meat, and were quite nice, wanted to get all friendly and 'know' my name. funny how small towns are, people there actually are nosy and involved in their immediate surrounding communities. $2 for hot lunch wasn't too bad either, although i didn't quite have the menu choices of yesteryear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made some killer peach cobbler last night, i think cobbler is seriously the easiest dang dessert to ever make, except for maybe strawberry shortcake. i use the batter that floats to the surface as it bakes, and not the &lt;a href="http://www.deliciousdelicious.com/archives/pc%203.jpg"&gt;pie crust strip on top type&lt;/a&gt;. i don't feel like the pie crust version gets to the roots of a cobbler, nor does it create the same rustic quality. i definitely prefer the&lt;a href="http://foodgeeks.com/images/recipe/17832/melt_in_your_mouth_peach_cobbler/"&gt; floating batter variety&lt;/a&gt;, plus it's insanely easy, and delicious. i don't know what to make for next weeks dessert. hmmm, i'm sensing a theme, weekly sunday pastry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115259260674056095?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115259260674056095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=115259260674056095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115259260674056095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115259260674056095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/x-ray-spex.html' title='x-ray spex'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-115250480264936056</id><published>2006-07-09T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:19:05.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bates motel</title><content type='html'>i start at the bates motel tomorrow. i'm hoping the only bad thing about it is the drive, being as it's an hour and fifteen minutes away. damn, i thought a 45 minute commute was bad when in london, and there i could read and people watch. now i get to see corn fields at 85 mph. i haven't used my ipod for awhile, so it had no kind of battery whatsoever, but i've downloading some things that i'd like to hear on a daily basis, so i'm hoping it will do nicely on the morning commute to pass the time. it's plugged in for an overnight charging though, badly needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially broke again. it's amazing how student loans get dispersed so easily. and the whole rising gas prices thing, boils me blood to no end. you'd think when the oil companies are recording &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2006/01/30/news/companies/exxon_earns/"&gt;record breaking profits&lt;/a&gt; along the line of 30% higher than last year, we'd actually listen, get outraged, get off our stupid asses and revolt. am i not the one of about 200 people who are seriously perplexed about the issue? seriously folks, raise a stink! write your senator! it's insane. enough of that though....i get too emotional to type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see the ireland last night, good show with some honky-tonk sets. took my mum, she had a nice time, and a bomb pop martini. good times. we'll see how tomorrow rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115250480264936056?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115250480264936056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=115250480264936056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115250480264936056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115250480264936056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/bates-motel.html' title='bates motel'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-115198674557662308</id><published>2006-07-03T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:19:05.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>casserole vs. quiche</title><content type='html'>no. 1 and no. 2 were in rare form today. i am finding the disciplining actions necessary to keep my kids in line extremely exhausting. now that the ex and i are no longer together, i feel it will worsen, since he will be lax on the disciplining while i will be more firm. that sucks. no. 1 had kind of a breakthrough today though, as we were arguing about why he couldn't have water before bed, he told me i was just trying to be mean while he was being nice and asking, which was not the case. yes, he did ask, but then proceeeded not to listen when i said no, and went to get some water anyways. this is when i became mean, and he became a crazed lunatic who was screaming and crying. i was trying to explain to him that it's not really about the water, it's about listening and respecting me, and so on. we talked it out, he asked nicely, i caved and said yes to the both of them, and then i was commended with words from no. 2 that i was "really nice". job well done in the end...i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been obsessed with a local, perhaps national architectural style found in a handful of areas here in kc called the atomic ranch, mostly built and designed by an architect named drummond, i think. anyways, they are these crazy tiny ranch style homes with huge windows and kind of a space-agey 70's feel to them, they aslo seem kind of japanese-ish to me also. anyways, i have been hunting them down and longing for one of them to be my new house, but that's a ways off, and they're incresing in value around here, so i hear. i always catch on to things just as they get popular and expensive, never ahead of the curve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115198674557662308?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115198674557662308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=115198674557662308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/115198674557662308'/><link rel='self' 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crazy bulk though. can you get basmati in a 5 lb. bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have now moved in with my mom. it's now official, i AM the early 30something basement dweller in my parent's home. i feel like i should have posters of van halen and weezer up on my walls, but i don't. at least it's not like i never moved out, it's just a temporary relocation, and i guess it means i am now newly single. that thought is just kinda weird. it should be interesting living out here in south central....jo.co. that is. living amongst the beige mcMansions of suburbia, but there is a target on every corner and strip malls galore. i was exploring a new strip mall today and came across a gym, like a &lt;a href="http://www.my-gym.com"&gt;fitness gym, for kids&lt;/a&gt;. how strange is that? i mean, i think kids should be active, and we all know that the youth of today is getting larger by the minute, but i have a feeling, those aren't even the kids who would utilize this gym. i'm thinking it's the parents who won't let their kids play outside because there might be a convicted sex offender within 20 miles of their house, but they still want their kids to be fit and active types of parents. don't get me wrong, i care about the welfare of my children as much as next person, but do i think they should miss out on playing outside during their childhood because of it, no. i even let them play outside unsupervised. as long as i can hear them arguing with one another, i know things are good. i'm sure there are many parents out there who completely disagree, and rightfully so, but i just can't keep them under my thumb for the rest of their lives. que sera....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115160849146373282?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-115108192749735630</id><published>2006-06-23T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:59:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>people smiling everyday</title><content type='html'>today was my final in psych class. i'll have to say, i don't think i'm caring about this class at all. i can't help it, i am quite fascinated by people, but psychology just doesn't do it for me. hard to explain. we were supposed to wacth the &lt;a href="http://www.prisonexp.org"&gt;stanford prison experiment&lt;/a&gt;, but instead just went through some slides about it, it seems pretty interesting, only six days... i highly recommend looking into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out tonight to eden alley with some &lt;a href="http://www.worstweatherever.com"&gt;peeps&lt;/a&gt; who are leaving us for bigger better things in life, and that's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to moving, but kinda apprehensive too. wondering how it'll effect no. 1 and no. 2. no. 2's heel is recovering quite well, no serious infection prevails after having the foreign body dug out last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my last day at ghetto town, it was sad, i'm going to miss hearing questions like "do you use crack cocaine.....when was the last time you used crack/cocaine?" as i walk by. i had a rough to weeks and it was somewhat of a bittersweet end to it all, but alas, i now have the bates motel coming up. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115108192749735630?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115108192749735630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the desire to go out and spend insane amounts of money on junk i don't need when i am flat BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?topcategoryId=15573&amp;catalogId=10103&amp;storeId=12&amp;productId=69994&amp;langId=-1&amp;categoryId=15697&amp;chosenPartNumber=30085253"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?cmCat=search&amp;itemId=prod9350022"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/10033468/c/3.html"&gt;don't forget these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's what dreams are for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-115008950433217573?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-115008790436947663</id><published>2006-06-11T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:04:12.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the daily grind</title><content type='html'>with the wedding and all the festivities surrounding, it seems as if i've been on vacation as of late, but tomorrow, back to routine life i suppose. i have a test tomorrow then i have two weeks of finals, the end of my clnical rotation, and then it's moving time. for those of you who don't know, i'm packin' up and movin' out. it's been 7 years now, and it's lasted about four more than i thought it would. leaving the house is sad, but i think it'll be a good thing when i finally get out of school and buy a new house that'll be all my own. i did get awesome no. 1 and no. 2 out of it though, and that's the best part. wouldn't trade them 2 for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really pissed lately, especially since i read that &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/10432334/was_the_2004_election_stolen"&gt;article in rolling stone about the election.&lt;/a&gt; it's pretty flippin' insane. if that's what happened in just one state, it makes you wonder about the other 49 of them. crikey. it's extremely infuriating, not to mention frustrating, and just downright sad. i think after the past two elections, it's going to be hard to get people to trust the electoral system anymore. it already has it's flaws, but then again, the whole bit with the electoral college and all was written how long ago? is it really necessary when we are living in the information age to need such an archaic elections system, not that i'm any expert on the subject, but that's my lowly opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a pint, a pint of one drunk monk that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-114935698484816734</id><published>2006-06-03T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:49:44.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a maniacal pastry chef</title><content type='html'>well, i'm done with the wedding cakes EARLY. i can't believe it. i have had no more than 9 hours of sleep in the past 3 days, but i'm done early, and i'm not worried about transport. this wedding cake thing just keeps gettting easier and easier.  i think making wedding cakes is one of the most stressful endeavors i have taken on in my entire life. i'm glad i don't have cakes every weekend though, even if the money was rolling in. i'd have even more grey hair than i already do have. i even had enough time to have a leisurely breakfast with my mom, do some gardening, and we bought some ferns for the cake garnish. it's really going to look pretty. i can't wait to see their faces. nos. 1 and 2 are watching toy story 2 upstairs, letting me be with a moment of peace. ok, moment's over, movie's over. time to get rolling, and keep their dirty paws away from the buttercream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-114935698484816734?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114935698484816734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=114935698484816734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/114935698484816734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/114935698484816734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/06/confessions-of-maniacal-pastry-chef.html' title='confessions of a maniacal pastry chef'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-114895208399341084</id><published>2006-05-29T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:21:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swimmin' hole</title><content type='html'>whoooeee, 'twas a sultry ol' weekend. drug the kids to the pool, but we didn't stay long. no. 2 fell off the side and got a tad freaked out, it may take a couple more visits until he gets in the water at all. watched some movies this weekend; spring, summer, fall, winter and spring, winter passing, and i even saw the last half of deliverance. i've just never really been in the mood to see it, now i want to see it from start to finish. spring summer was weird too, hardly any dialogue at all, but didn't seem to need any either. winter passing was good, zooey deschanel is someone i like, but she's kinda seeming like kevin spacey to me lately, just the same character in every movie. kudos to will ferrell's performance though, good dramatic character with decent comedic lines, even though not intentionally so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 1 got grounded from playing outside until next weekend, he took a board game outside and was playing with it in the sprinkler. he's really upset about it since he's found some new neighbor friends to play with. we're not really taking any other privileges from him though, so i'm not sure how well it's working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cake week, i have 2 wedding cakes to make for the wedding on saturday. i can't wait to see the look on their faces. it's not everyday you get to make your own wedding cake for a bride who has no idea what the cake will end up looking like. i guess i should go over the list in my head, what i need and when i'm going to make it. i want this cake experience to be stress-free, even though they never really are. back to school tomorrow, i'm feeling spring fever upon me, and the desire to not go to class...no good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-114895208399341084?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114895208399341084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=114895208399341084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/114895208399341084'/><link rel='self' 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i still can't stiff a server no matter how bad it is, but the crazy/nutty server is a whole other beast. it's almost worse for me to have a server who gives too much information and wants to chat you up, than one who just plain sucks, it freaks me out. we went out not too long ago and had this server who would point out to us all the things she was doing wrong.  she set down the plate on the side of the table and knocked something off and she said something along the lines of, "oh, i shouldn't have set that plate there" but  it was more in depth, and you could see she was mentally thiking, "stupid, i'm so stupid!" anyways, we had a server tonight who was slammed at the dinner hour. no big deal. we walked in at the same time as like 50 other people and there was really no wait, so pretty much, everyone got sat at the same time. i realize this and don't get very bothered by it at all. who cares if the manager is the one getting us drinks and taking our orders, that's kinda what they're there for. fianlly, the server shows up, asks what we were having to drink so that she could get our refills, than apologizes profusely for the wait. i assure her, no big deal. then, every time she comes by our table, she keeps telling us how we're this amazingly forgiving table. look, we didn't do anything special, we were seated, we didn't even wait that long, but then she starts bad-mouthing the other tables and saying how the were all angry, and whenever she walks by, she keeps saying all this flaky weird stuff to us. you know, i come from fine dining here, i'm from the school where servers shouldn't be seen much less heard. now, i don't want an inattentive server, but one who refills the water and drinks without my asking or noticing. if i feel like having friendly banter, one who will reciprocate, but not tell me their life story. is that too much to ask? i mean, i'm having a family dinner here. i don't need to know tht all the other diners in the restaurant are having hissy fits about the wait. it was exhausting. the meal was good, and i was up in arms about what tip to leave, so i just left my standard 20%. oh well. tomorrow i'll go to a different restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-114878485902523513?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114878485902523513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=114878485902523513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/114878485902523513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28680442/posts/default/114878485902523513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/student-by-day-foodie-by-night.html' title='student by day, foodie by night'/><author><name>...</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-28680442.post-114859605264416370</id><published>2006-05-25T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:33:54.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's play master and servant...</title><content type='html'>i'm still mad i didn't get my &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/entertainment/music/14564416.htm"&gt;$75&lt;/a&gt; bucks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at the job today, and there just happen to always be those "people" at jobs who you know from the get go that you're just not compatible. i mean, i would really not ever have known or hung out with or even been at the same restaurant as that person ever, were it not for the job. you know what else i hate? i hate it when people have no tact, i mean, where did some people learn their delivery skills? is there any particular reason you feel the need to point out the obvious to me and treat me as if i were a child? anyways, venting aside, today was good, didn't get my exam i was hoping for, but i did see a type b trauma, that was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-114859605264416370?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envelopepaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114859605264416370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28680442&amp;postID=114859605264416370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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with the fact that it's like 90 degrees in my house. always good to turn into a sloth when the weather sucks. i also had crazy dreams, perhaps due to the heat, about riding a skateboard to L-town with no. 2 in tow, and then he slipped into a sewer system, and i had to rescue him. the heat does strange things. it's good though, i'm supposed to be writing dreams down for class, and i can't ever remember them in the mornings, so now i at least have something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really trying to kick my &lt;a href="http;//www.commondreams.org/views04/0720-07.htm"&gt;coke&lt;/a&gt; (a cola) habit. i had to run up to the store and get one, something about the idea of a tall cool one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28680442-114853428212089837?l=envelopepaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28680442.post-114849645203117601</id><published>2006-05-24T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:17:14.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day won</title><content type='html'>who knew the ease with which it would come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to no. 1's day at the races, it was a good show, but hot. completely different from when i was a child. the parachute was definitely the highlight. i've already decided which 'mates are best suited as friends for him, and which are definitely not invited over for dinner. i also decided i don't care much for his teacher, i think i might request a different one for no. 2 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing hooky today, bad....so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could figure out how to not have every song from my itunes library downloaded automatically onto the pod. annoying. why can't the 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