<?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-15772198</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:31:43.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Knock on our door..</title><subtitle type='html'>A website where friends &amp; friends of friends are welcome to come join in on the fun.

From weird to bizarre, as long as you're respectful of course! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-7761812400241213045</id><published>2008-10-12T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:56:13.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insightwriter.com</title><content type='html'>So it's finally here. &lt;a href="http://insightwriter.com/"&gt;insightwriter.com&lt;/a&gt; My new .com site dedicated to the application of knowledge. Please visit and let me know your thoughts, feelings, expectations, general rants, websites of interest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; news, and whatever else comes to mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://insightwriter.com/"&gt;The Insight Writer Himself&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-7761812400241213045?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/7761812400241213045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=7761812400241213045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/7761812400241213045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/7761812400241213045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2008/10/insightwritercom.html' title='insightwriter.com'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfkd7NoSraY/SH9o02Oz7II/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWQexOEcxo8/S220/jeremy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-113026110735276739</id><published>2005-10-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:47:01.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay nip/tuck fans...</title><content type='html'>Rumor has it that the carver's identity will not be revealed until the last scene of the season (source: &lt;a href="http://www.niptuckfans.com"&gt;niptuckfans.com&lt;/a&gt;). So that gives us all season to speculate who the carver is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Christian&lt;/s&gt; (cleared in episode 3.5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sean&lt;/s&gt; (is a carver victim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Julia&lt;/s&gt; was at the wedding when Kimber disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kimber&lt;/s&gt; was kidnapped by the carver on her wedding day&lt;br /&gt;Matt -- motive: he hates both his dads and life in general, although he is still reeling from discovering that the love of his life is a transexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gina&lt;/s&gt;  was at the wedding when Kimber disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Liz -- motive: she likes to make fun of the people that come in for vanity surgery. the Carver's signature phrase, "beauty is a curse on the world" is fitting with her attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kit&lt;/s&gt; (victim in 3.5)&lt;br /&gt;Quentin -- motive: the more carver victims the other two are working on, the more "real" surgeries he can bring, demanding a larger share of the partnership.&lt;br /&gt;Ava -- motive: do I have room to list them all here? she has issues, let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;Barett Moore (Ava’s Husband) -- motive: well, he made his boyfriend into a wife...as another surgeon, he would know where to cut to hit the nerves that he's gotten to deform the victims.&lt;br /&gt;Erica -- motive: she doesn't really care for Sean or Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Bobolit -- motive: he's jealous that he's not a great doctor and keeps getting busted practicing illegally. He did the Bobotox, after all...&lt;br /&gt;Escobar Gallardo (if he somehow got out of jail) -- motive: revenge against Sean &amp;amp; Christian for getting him busted instead of helping him escape.&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Lopez -- motive: she never did quite fit in, even after the surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Two more:&lt;br /&gt;Christian's Dad or his mom. Haven't deduced possible motives yet, but those were two additional characters that were introduced last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are recurring characters from the past. Am I missing anyone? I thought about the psychologist they had on staff in Season 1 as well, but I can't remember her name. Whoever it is needs to have an ego big enough that they would have murdered the girl who was a fake victim, as well as access to Christian's goods to plant the evidence at the scene to frame him, yet not let him take credit by carving Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update 11/23* looks like a few more were cleared when Christian &amp; Kimber's wedding never happened this week. I'm inclined to cross Matt off the list too, since he was stealing patient files and banging his new girlfriend during the wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-113026110735276739?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/113026110735276739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=113026110735276739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/113026110735276739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/113026110735276739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-niptuck-fans.html' title='Okay nip/tuck fans...'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112982028633652468</id><published>2005-10-20T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:58:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy Next Door</title><content type='html'>A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,&lt;br /&gt;career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the&lt;br /&gt;country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack&lt;br /&gt;had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his&lt;br /&gt;wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The&lt;br /&gt;funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old&lt;br /&gt;newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Jack, did you hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of&lt;br /&gt;him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were&lt;br /&gt;doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the&lt;br /&gt;fence' as he put it," Mom told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make&lt;br /&gt;sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this&lt;br /&gt;business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he&lt;br /&gt;thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his&lt;br /&gt;hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children&lt;br /&gt;of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to&lt;br /&gt;see the old house next door one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing&lt;br /&gt;over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was&lt;br /&gt;exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every&lt;br /&gt;piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "The box is gone," he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "What box?" Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I&lt;br /&gt;must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered&lt;br /&gt;it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better&lt;br /&gt;get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from&lt;br /&gt;work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a&lt;br /&gt;package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next&lt;br /&gt;three days," the note read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and&lt;br /&gt;looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was&lt;br /&gt;difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold&lt;br /&gt;Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the&lt;br /&gt;package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook&lt;br /&gt;as he read the note inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack&lt;br /&gt;Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to&lt;br /&gt;the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully&lt;br /&gt;unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched&lt;br /&gt;the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "The thing he valued most...was...my time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and&lt;br /&gt;cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant&lt;br /&gt;asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "I need some time to spend with my son," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the&lt;br /&gt;moments that take our breath away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for&lt;br /&gt;you.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.  At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.  A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't&lt;br /&gt;like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.  Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5.  You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6.  If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7.  You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8.  When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you&lt;br /&gt;probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on&lt;br /&gt;His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9.  When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still&lt;br /&gt;come from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   10.  When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look:&lt;br /&gt;you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   11.  Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   12.  Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude&lt;br /&gt;remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   13.  Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much&lt;br /&gt;better when they know and you'll both be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   14.  If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that&lt;br /&gt;they are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112982028633652468?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112982028633652468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112982028633652468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112982028633652468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112982028633652468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/guy-next-door.html' title='The Guy Next Door'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfkd7NoSraY/SH9o02Oz7II/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWQexOEcxo8/S220/jeremy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112957809340295301</id><published>2005-10-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:41:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take joy in the little things</title><content type='html'>I got this from the &lt;a href="http://www.dailyom.com/"&gt;Daily Om &lt;/a&gt;on Friday, and I thought it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small Wonders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Things That Make You Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of little wonders that can make us happy. The sound of a baby's laughter, a good book, the comforting smell of a favorite old sweatshirt, and the warmth from a cup of hot tea are simple pleasures that can easily put smiles on our faces. These "little things" are easily accessible to us and can be sources for finding happiness. A key to doing so is taking the time to put those rose colored glasses from childhood back on so you can easily find the joy in all the "little things" that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a puppy rummaging through the laundry basket, trying on that perfect shade of lipstick, or discovering the extra change you left in your back pocket can turn into moments of delight. Like kids digging in the sandbox for buried trinkets, we may even begin to experience happiness when we engage in the seemingly mundane. Figuring out a software program can feel like deciphering a treasure map, and that first sip of tea in the morning can taste like a forbidden delicacy. Swaying to music playing on the radio can turn into an interpretive jig, riding a bike can seem like flying to the moon, and getting a phone call from that special someone can feel like winning the lottery. A pickup game of basketball becomes an exciting match among champions, and observing an elderly couple walking hand in hand can turn into a meditation on peace and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we begin rediscovering that the little things in life can make us happy, we naturally want to share this joy with others. We may gush over a friend when we run into them unexpectedly, praise a street musician for their talents, or blow bubbles for the neighborhood kids to chase. We may even start to think of the little things we can do to make other people happy, which in turn makes us happy all over again. There is an endless supply of little things and little moments that can make us happy. All we have to do is look for them, and they'll magically start to appear.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112957809340295301?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112957809340295301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112957809340295301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112957809340295301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112957809340295301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-joy-in-little-things.html' title='Take joy in the little things'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112904738805024330</id><published>2005-10-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:16:28.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain teaser</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man dies and leaves $550,000 to his four children.&lt;br /&gt;His will stipulates that in order that in order of age the amount will increase&lt;br /&gt;with age $25,000 more than the sibling younger than he or she. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did the youngest child receive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112904738805024330?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112904738805024330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112904738805024330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112904738805024330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112904738805024330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/brain-teaser.html' title='Brain teaser'/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112904418341758490</id><published>2005-10-11T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:23:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd everyone go??</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112904418341758490?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112904418341758490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112904418341758490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112904418341758490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112904418341758490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/whered-everyone-go.html' title='Where&apos;d everyone go??'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112878541645010108</id><published>2005-10-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T08:30:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Funny</title><content type='html'>A class of kindergartners  were trying very hard tobecome accustomed to the first grade. The biggest hurdle they faced was that the teacher insisted on NO baby talk!  "You need  to use 'Big People's words,"she was always reminding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked Chris what  he had done over the weekend? "Iwent to visit my Nana." "No, you went to visit  yourGRANDMOTHER. Use 'Big people' words!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked Mitchell what  he had done "I took aride on a choo-choo." She said "No, you took a ride on a TRAIN. You must remember to use 'Big People'words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked little Alec  what he had done? "I reada book," he replied. "That's WONDERFUL!" the teacher said. "What book did you read?"Alec thought real hard about  it, then puffed out hischest with great pride, and said, "Winnie the  SHIT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112878541645010108?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112878541645010108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112878541645010108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112878541645010108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112878541645010108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-funny.html' title='Saturday Funny'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112861315606229345</id><published>2005-10-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:39:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.careerbuilder.com/JobSeeker/CareerBytes/0205telltalesigns.htm?cbRecursionCnt=1&amp;cbsid=68b9a42b20a14da0834c3bfe646eaf98-181911338-rr-1"&gt;10 Telltale Signs You Work With a Bunch of Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kate Lorenz, CareerBuilder.com Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like what I do. I just don’t like where I work." Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you feel like you’re living in paradise or lurking among wild animals, knowing how you feel about your current job should give you insight into what you are seeking in future endeavors. If you know what your priorities and preferences are and actively seek them, work can be an enjoyable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that your co-workers have nicknamed you "KoKo," here are some signs you might work with a bunch of monkeys and it’s time to look for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  #1: Your co-workers drive you bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Obnoxious people can invade your work life. Let's face it, not everyone gets along perfectly. But you need to have some sort of harmonious relationship with fellow employees to get the job done. They are distracting and impede productivity. Most offices have a Gossip, a Whiner, a Noisy Neighbor. How are you supposed to get any work done when these guys keep getting in the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Your workplace is a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone experiences job highs and lows, but discontent could also be a sign of a chronically depressing work environment or even a company in peril. A bad work environment is reflective of the culture of an entire business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  #3 You're going ape by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Stress can cause low morale, decreased productivity and apathy towards work. Plus, it can spill into your personal life and even have a negative effect on your health. Today there are fewer people who are taking on more and more work. According to CareerBuilder, 68 percent of workers feel burnout at work, and 45 percent said their workloads are too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  #4 Your boss acts like Tarzan.&lt;br /&gt;Even though this person is your boss, it doesn’t mean he can act like Lord of the Apes. Your relationship with your supervisor plays a big role in your overall professional happiness and success. And, fighting to have your boss removed or waiting for your boss to change or get fired are rarely successful tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  #5 All you do is monkey around all day.&lt;br /&gt;One can only play so many games of Donkey Kong online. If you aren’t feeling challenged, that’s a sign that you need additional responsibilities or a change roles. And be warned, if you don’t have any responsibility or find yourself with nothing to do, management might be trying to phase you out and you might be in danger of losing your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 You're treated like a second banana.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas aren’t taken seriously; there are no opportunities for advancement; the boss ignores you; co-workers alienate you; you’re discouraged from improving skills with a course or seminar; you’re passed over for a promotion -- again; or you’re excluded from key projects and strategizing sessions. So why are you still giving this organization your time, energy and great ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  #7 Your co-workers act like animals.&lt;br /&gt;They live for themselves and only themselves. They irritate you. They offend you. They have no manners or ethics. And you work with them all. There’s the Office Thief who steals your ideas. The Shirker arrives late, leaves early and disappears whenever work is near. The Buck-passer unloads her work onto everyone else and blames others for her mistakes. The Procrastinator delays things until the last possible minute. The Interrupter stops by your cubicle 10 times a day. And don’t forget the infamous Elevator Person who rides up only one floor instead of taking the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Nobody cares if you’re howling and screeching.&lt;br /&gt;Although we live in a world of e-mail, cell phones, instant messages, Blackberries, WiFi and, yes, even face-to-face conversation, there can still be a complete lack of communication. The breakdown of communication can be frustrating and detrimental to your job. It can cost you an account, make you to miss a deadline, cause you to lose a client, and even get you fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 You practically have to swing from trees to get noticed.&lt;br /&gt;You need to realize that you deserve credit for your successes. Recognition is important, and good companies implement programs to let employees know they are valued. Is your company doing anything to reward your efforts? Do you ever receive bonuses, perks or positive feedback? If your boss has never heard of positive reinforcement - verbal or otherwise, find a company that will value your talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 You feel like you're stuck in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;While salary may seem like the end all and be all, your quality of life determines your overall happiness. How much time you spend on the job, working conditions, supervisors and subordinates can positively and negatively impact your job outlook. If you dread the time you spent at work, it should be a clear indicator that it’s time to break free from the monkey bars. A job shouldn’t stifle you - creatively, mentally or physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112861315606229345?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112861315606229345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112861315606229345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112861315606229345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112861315606229345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfkd7NoSraY/SH9o02Oz7II/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWQexOEcxo8/S220/jeremy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112847913182207953</id><published>2005-10-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:25:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post.. PUH-LEASE! :)</title><content type='html'>** EVERYTHING HAS A GENDER **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know this but many nonliving things have a gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ziploc Bags are male, because they hold everything in, but you can still see right through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Copiers are female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and is often over-inflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A Web page is female, because it's always getting hit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) A remote control is Female! Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't you? But consider this -- it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112847913182207953?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112847913182207953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112847913182207953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112847913182207953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112847913182207953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-post-puh-lease.html' title='New post.. PUH-LEASE! :)'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112811554057351223</id><published>2005-09-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:25:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ques of Day..</title><content type='html'>So why is it that when you know that you've moved on (aka.. you're wanting to date new people and generally happy to be you)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you hear that your ex moved on. it bothers you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the pleasure of dealing with this today.. can I just say how LOVELY it is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like someone hit me in the stomach.. I felt sick.. I felt mad.. I felt sad.. like I can totally visualize him at this party with his new 'girl'.. being all over her.. and sleeping with her.. and all the stuff that he did with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I ask myself, "Why do I care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.. I don't know when it is that the little things sneak up on you like so.. I always find it when's you think you know something, it all changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposedly a few months ago that he was seen with this 'girl'.. for all I know, it may already be over; knowing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this some day of seeing how I deal with the stress of it? I dunno.. it's getting better to talk about it and now it doesn't mean I did anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what it does make me think is this: He didn't love me as much as he claims or I thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112811554057351223?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112811554057351223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112811554057351223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112811554057351223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112811554057351223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/ques-of-day.html' title='Ques of Day..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112785737611420640</id><published>2005-09-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:42:56.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great new drinking game I may very well play tonight</title><content type='html'>A guy just told me that he was driving around the east coast and saw a sign up on the yard in this college town. It said simply, "You honk, we drink."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112785737611420640?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112785737611420640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112785737611420640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112785737611420640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112785737611420640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-new-drinking-game-i-may-very.html' title='great new drinking game I may very well play tonight'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112783220628913104</id><published>2005-09-27T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:43:27.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER: I think it was the Ring 2...it's been so long, I plain can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? Girl's Night Out, which is a book that's a compilation of short stories and Heart Full of Lies by Ann Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? This is going to sound weird, but it's a tie between Maxim and my cooking magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVORITE SMELL? Lavendar and vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FAVORITE FOOD? Chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE SOUND? Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Loving someone more than anything and knowing they don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP? Fivvvvve morrrrrre minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE? Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME: I've always liked the name Chase for a boy and Ashleigh for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY: I wouldn't be sitting here at work slacking off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU DRIVE FAST? Generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Sometimes, an old teddy bear that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY? Love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? A POS Renault. My sister did the thing a favor by totalling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE DRINK(S)? Coffee, water, lemonade, and beer. Not all together of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD...": Play more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI? Yeah, but only because they are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?&lt;br /&gt;I've dyed it a variety of colors, so pretty much anything but blonde or jet black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN: In order...Flagstaff, AZ, Pinetop, AZ, Lakeside, AZ, Flagstaff again, Reserve, NM, Flagstaff again, Alamosa, CO, Flagstaff again, Kent, WA, Renton, WA, Greenwood Village, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. HALF EMPTY OR FULL?Full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Baseball, Hockey, Football In that order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL? night owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP? I don't believe in murdering innocent baby chickens. Okay, not really. It just sounds so much more controversial and cool than "I don't eat eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX? anywhere outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. FAVORITE PIE? I'm not a big pie eater, but if I have some, I prefer dutch apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your birth name? Eunice Ann Daley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112783220628913104?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112783220628913104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112783220628913104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112783220628913104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112783220628913104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112779246844617054</id><published>2005-09-26T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:41:08.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your sign?</title><content type='html'>So when I read the one for Gemini.. couldn't help but laugh at the "Lover not a figher but still punch your lights out..".. ha ha ha for anyone who's been punched by me.. I hear it hurts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring. Smart. Center of attention. Too Sexy, DAMN IT.Very high sex appeal. Fucks good in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Spontanious. No one to fuck with.Have own unique sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Best lovers.Likes to give a good fight for what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listenersVery Good in bed. Lover not a Fighter ButStill Punch Your Lights Out .Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sexy. Talkative.Energetic. Sarcastic. Fucking elite as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Horny. Freak in bed.Always want the last word. Quiet. Caring. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Sexy. Always Horny.Laid back. Knows how to have fun.Is really good at fucking.Great kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predict future. Most erotic.Very high sex appeal. Great in bed.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGITARIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontanious. Horny. Sexy. High sex appeal.Rare to find. Good when found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112779246844617054?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112779246844617054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112779246844617054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112779246844617054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112779246844617054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-your-sign.html' title='What&apos;s your sign?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112776137955843166</id><published>2005-09-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:02:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, we love beer."</title><content type='html'>I lifted this from Julia's MySpace. Alas, I am beer. Figures. And if you don't know the song that I reference in this post heading, you are sorely missing out on the &lt;a href="http://www.asylumstreetspankers.com"&gt;Asylum Street Spankers&lt;/a&gt;. They do a mean Beastie Boys cover...in swing jazz. It rules. So does the beer song. That's the chorus right there. Jared, I think you in particular would like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Beer" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574507_CWINDOWSDesktopbeer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112776137955843166?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112776137955843166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112776137955843166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112776137955843166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112776137955843166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/beer-beer-beer-beer-beer-beer-beer.html' title='&quot;Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, we love beer.&quot;'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112761694544187466</id><published>2005-09-24T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:55:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky..</title><content type='html'>Well I give in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially sick. this sucks! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Amber can relate.. she's got worse.. bronchitis? Spelling on that.. don't know.. never had it. I know Eunice could emphathize w/ Amb :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amazing how I changed my pic on my myspace site and now I can't walk away from computer w/ all the msgs coming in.. i guess men are visual creatures altho this pic isn't 'dirty'.. just cuter i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so shallow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112761694544187466?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112761694544187466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112761694544187466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112761694544187466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112761694544187466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sicky.html' title='Sicky..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112750721253840062</id><published>2005-09-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:26:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress relief</title><content type='html'>Just in case you've have a rough day, here is an 8-Step stress management technique recommended in the latest psychological texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just close your eyes and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picture yourself near a stream.&lt;br /&gt;2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool Rocky mountain air.&lt;br /&gt;3. No one but you knows your secret place.&lt;br /&gt;4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called "the world."&lt;br /&gt;5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.&lt;br /&gt;6. The water is crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;7. You can easily make out the face of the person you're holding underwater.&lt;br /&gt;8. See, you're smiling already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112750721253840062?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112750721253840062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112750721253840062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112750721253840062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112750721253840062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/stress-relief.html' title='Stress relief'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112748765075953739</id><published>2005-09-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:00:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fart machines</title><content type='html'>I just saw something about this in comments from &lt;a href="http://lessinges.typepad.com"&gt;Egan's&lt;/a&gt; last post, which brought back a hilarious memory of Sharon Tischer. Jules &amp; Jared, you may or may not remember this. For those of you that don't have a loving memory of this woman, she was both snobby and crude. I know, I didn't think that was possible either. She had the foulest mouth of any man or woman I'd ever met. She was also very stuck up and hard to please. I don't know what I did, but she just loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Tisch coming back from Hot August Nights a couple of years ago, and she had bought this remote control fart machine, and thought it was the funniest thing in the world. We thought we'd be funny and we put it inside Wolfy's recycling bin and went to town. The whole team was in on it but him. I sat next to him, so he'd hear "me" rip one and at first just kind of ignored it. I was having the hardest time keeping a straight face through every poot, blurp and spoosh (those are technical terms).  After about five minutes, he jumped up and ran from the pod and said, "god Eunice, go to the bathroom and take care of that, you stink!!" And I lost it. I couldn't even believe that not only did he think it was me, he actually thought he was smelling it too. I'd never seen Sharon laugh so hard in the few years I had known her. That was truly classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever she ended up in the afterlife, I hope Tischer has a fart machine...and all the UW stuff she can stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112748765075953739?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112748765075953739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112748765075953739' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112748765075953739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112748765075953739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/fart-machines.html' title='Fart machines'/><author><name>Eunice</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112744262366890216</id><published>2005-09-22T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:30:23.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting note..</title><content type='html'>Okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on the bus today waiting to go home.. and traffic was just HORRIBLE (the metro bus tunnel is closing for 2yrs while they renovate so all the buses are being routed to street level).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two ladies get on who obviously have NO idea where they are going.. they wanted to go to the Tacoma Federal Courthouse but they got on the bus that only goes directly to Lakewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both fairly large women.. and the arms on the 'outside' seat lowers so that you can put your arm on there to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman on the outside tries to put it down and it hits her hip/butt/thigh.. and she is WAY too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of realizing this.. she keeps pulling on the arm as if somehow, the seat will magically give her more room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched all this trying to not laugh my ass off.. I know that it's nice to make fun of people but I have a phobia when I sit on the bus (since I do it about twice a day if not more) where people like to sit so close to me that I can feel their body heat through their pants.. aka.. their legs or thighs touching mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's weird but it's jst a phobia I have. I tend to 'hold my fort' down when people try to push me up against the window or aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they love me.. and I claim ignorance "Oh I'm sorry.. I had my headphones on" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112744262366890216?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112744262366890216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112744262366890216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112744262366890216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112744262366890216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/interesting-note.html' title='Interesting note..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112741950587059132</id><published>2005-09-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:05:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Reality" TV</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time I watched the Real World and Road Rules on a regular basis. I never missed the "Real World vs. Road Rules" challenge. I was once a Survivor junkie, and the Surreal Life is consumed with my Sunday morning coffee. I had sworn that no other reality TV would suck me in, but lo and behold, last year, a clip of the boardroom scene played in class sucked me into the Apprentice. And now the bitch is back: Martha Stewart has her own version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched it. I did. It was okay, nothing terribly exciting, plus they cut in with that jet blue business (am I a horrible person to get so pissed off when news pre-empts my TV? I'm still pissed about the whole OJ thing. It cut in right in the middle of a baseball game.), so I missed all of the drama and chaos that typically ensues right in the middle. The cast isn't that exciting though. On Trump's Apprentice, most of the people are already successful in the business world and strive to enhance on those skills by becoming his right hand. These yahoos aren't really that interesting in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week's challenge seemed pretty cool though, so it'll be interesting to see the focus of these tasks, as it's not "to make money," which is Trump's measure of a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick it out another week or two and we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112741950587059132?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112741950587059132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112741950587059132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112741950587059132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112741950587059132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/reality-tv.html' title='&quot;Reality&quot; TV'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112733679056109566</id><published>2005-09-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:06:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST foot in mouth...</title><content type='html'>On my way into work today, I got to thinking about being it by a car. I wasn't thinking of the actual sensation myself, but I was thinking of a silly promo for a tv show where a guy gets hit by a car, painfully sprawls onto the windshield, and the driver screams and hits the brakes. The guy falls off the car and we, the audience, get a laugh. I've seen this little scenario played out many times over the last couple of years and I ALWAYS laugh. Its just funny. And then I got to thinking of slapstick comedy and the banana peel. Back in the days of the first talkies and before, a banana peel was the quintessential tripping device. Guy trods on banana peel, and slips and falls. It never failed to get a laugh. Now, the only way it will get a laugh if it is a monkey doing the fall from the peel. And even that is more due to the inherent funny nature of monkies.  And then I was thinking of doing some research on the evolution of the banana peel to the car as the foil to the distracted pedestrian. Maybe even delve into the eroding of what we find shocking, etc. And this occupied my thought for the six minute walk to work. I even debating about doing a research thesis on this. Its funny and its topical. Right on. I was laughing to myself about it. So I get to work and Iwas going to talk to one of my co-workers about it and toss some ideas and even make a good joke or two. But as soon as I get in the office, a co-worker comes up to me and asks if I heard about the student from the campus here that got hit by a car last night. So yeah. She was really hurt and chipped some vertebrae. I am SO glad that I heard that before I started yapping about how getting hit with a car is freakin' hysterical. Which I still maintain is dang funny. Heck, if someone in front of me got hit, I'd probably laugh as I ran to help. Or at least stifle it til I got home. Yep. I think I'm a monster too. Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112733679056109566?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112733679056109566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112733679056109566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112733679056109566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112733679056109566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/almost-foot-in-mouth.html' title='ALMOST foot in mouth...'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112731309009114907</id><published>2005-09-21T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T07:31:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nip/tuck</title><content type='html'>So last night was the season premiere of one of my new all-time favorite shows. It started out unlike it's usual opening scene of "so tell me what you don't like about yourself." Instead, it was a sequence picking up on last season's cliffhanger of Christian being attacked by the carver and in typical nip/tuck suspense fashion, I'm already on the edge of my seat going, "No way. No! This has to be a dream. It's gotta be." The writing on this show is unbelieveably good. I already can't wait to see how it ends. As if my Tuesday nights weren't already packed enough, here is yet another commitment I have made for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jury's still out on who I think the carver is though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112731309009114907?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112731309009114907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112731309009114907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112731309009114907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112731309009114907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/niptuck.html' title='nip/tuck'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112718432906968814</id><published>2005-09-19T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:45:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Joke</title><content type='html'>This one was passed along by my brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lady goes into the grocery store, buys about 10 items ranging from bread to tampons to fruit. The guy behind her makes a comment that she must be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glances at her basket and thinks "How did he know that? What item gave me away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she turns and asks him "Excuse me sir, how did you know I was single?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responds with "Cause you're ugly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112718432906968814?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112718432906968814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112718432906968814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112718432906968814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112718432906968814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/mean-joke.html' title='Mean Joke'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112718425270553342</id><published>2005-09-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:44:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Courage</title><content type='html'>So this is my new favorite saying.. stemming from the Emerald Downs commercial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a guy goes to the bar.. sees beautiful girl.. gets liquid courage and then approaches her.. and how he gets shot down.. then proceeds with cheesy line.. then "I wasn't so interested in her anyway" .. and then she retaliates with "Loser.. what were you thinking?" and "So out of your league"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my new favorite line is the liquid courage.. I can't say I've ever needed it to do something.. more like it loosens me up but nothing I wouldn't do sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112718425270553342?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112718425270553342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112718425270553342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112718425270553342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112718425270553342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/liquid-courage.html' title='Liquid Courage'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112715426462666934</id><published>2005-09-19T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:24:24.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>Today, the 19th of September, is officailly Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day, so give all your co-workers a big ol' "Avast, you scurvy seahag, PREPARE TO Be BOARDED!!" for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112715426462666934?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112715426462666934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112715426462666934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112715426462666934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112715426462666934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/attention-everyone.html' title='Attention EVERYONE'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112709575332757261</id><published>2005-09-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:09:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jared!</title><content type='html'>I guess the headline says it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a wee bit early but I'd rather be early than late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's a good one for you.. Lowkey and all since that's how you love it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112709575332757261?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112709575332757261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112709575332757261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112709575332757261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112709575332757261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-jared.html' title='Happy Birthday Jared!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112699578596881825</id><published>2005-09-17T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:23:05.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Friday</title><content type='html'>Ok.. so I normally would not blatantly support someone like this but this guy's site is SO freaking funny.. From when I randomly discovered it months ago, I check back every Friday for new things to read and laugh about. I think even Jared would be proud! (speaking of which, I never hear from you man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecasualfriday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thecasualfriday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112699578596881825?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112699578596881825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112699578596881825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112699578596881825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112699578596881825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/casual-friday.html' title='Casual Friday'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112689016544855580</id><published>2005-09-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:02:45.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonoscopies</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, a most enlightening subject...but I got this e-mail and I thought it was funny and, well, I don't feel like working today. Nothing new there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonoscopies are no joke , but these comments during the exam were quite humorous. A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going where no man has gone before! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Find Amelia Earhart yet?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Can you hear me NOW?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"God, now I know why I am not gay." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the number one response...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up here?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112689016544855580?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112689016544855580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112689016544855580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112689016544855580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112689016544855580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/colonoscopies.html' title='Colonoscopies'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112684966349444339</id><published>2005-09-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:47:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons they don't like you at work..</title><content type='html'>Who me?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;The sky really isn't blue -- it's actually &lt;em&gt;cyan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you incessantly spout unnecessary or obscure information that would make Cliff Clavin from the TV show "Cheers" jealous? Lose the "know-it-all" attitude or you'll make a career of lunching alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Chains of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you never around because you're always out on a "smoking break?" Limit your puffs to standard break times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Workaholic Wannabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mosey in late, take extra long lunches, and don't really start to roll-up your sleeves and dig into some serious work until about 2pm? Then, do you make sure everyone sees you working past 5pm? Well, you're not impressing anyone; rather you're annoying those who already have put in a full day before you even get warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;People Magazine Office Edition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very good at filing away information about everyone in the office! If you want to keep friends, learn to keep a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Devil's Advocate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel compelled to take the other side of every argument just to make a point? Well stop it! Nothing is more exhausting for your co-workers than knowing you're always ready to challenge them no matter what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Yadda-yadda-yadda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you barge into cube after cube forcing one-way conversations on your innocent victims? If the only response you receive is, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," then they're not interested in your blather. Now get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;You gotta see the ba-a-aby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related to the yadda-yadda-yadda talker is the baby babbler who incessantly gushes about her children. Only family and close friends should be privy to details about every syllable uttered, step taken or diaper dirtied. It's wonderful that you love your baby, but just don't make it your only topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Un-Clean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving dishes in the sink, old food in the fridge, food splattered inside the microwave and crumbs on the break table is a sure-fire way to annoy fellow workers. Clean up your act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;What's that on your nose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you constantly follow your boss around, laugh at all her jokes and drop her name in countless conversations? If so, then you are a suck-up. Working in an office does require a certain amount of "schmoozing" the boss, but you don't have to tie yourself up in a pretzel to impress her while alienating everyone else in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Big Mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your phone conversations loud enough to be from the speakerphone even though they're not? Dial down the volume to keep the peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112684966349444339?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112684966349444339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112684966349444339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112684966349444339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112684966349444339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/10-reasons-they-dont-like-you-at-work.html' title='10 Reasons they don&apos;t like you at work..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112684856004396647</id><published>2005-09-15T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:29:20.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday joke...</title><content type='html'>A man is sitting on a public toilet when the guy in the stall next to him says, "Hi, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, fine," answers the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you up to?" asks the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm traveling" the first guy says hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind if I stop over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?? Why the hell would you want to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. I'll call you back," says the other guy. "The dipshit in the next stall keeps talking to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112684856004396647?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112684856004396647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112684856004396647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112684856004396647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112684856004396647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-joke.html' title='Friday joke...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112684351609936890</id><published>2005-09-15T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:05:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Update..</title><content type='html'>Sorry I'll post on this one since I figure most of y'all will read this one first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been beating my butt to the ground.. I'm going to have to really drill down and focus on getting my butt promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I bet it'll only get worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more blogging at work for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more emails at work for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all understand though.. and I'll still be around.. I just can't participate in the all day festivies as we do now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112684351609936890?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112684351609936890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112684351609936890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112684351609936890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112684351609936890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-update.html' title='Work Update..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112680230844552049</id><published>2005-09-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:38:28.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I likee the new name...</title><content type='html'>Where are the other contributors? Not that I MIND being the Jack Tripper of this trio, but seriously.  My half-assed ramblings shouldn't be the only male representative on this lil' bloggy blog blog blog blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112680230844552049?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112680230844552049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112680230844552049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112680230844552049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112680230844552049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-likee-new-name.html' title='I likee the new name...'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112675711828378313</id><published>2005-09-14T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:05:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Colorado...</title><content type='html'>Can you blast the A/C at lunch and crank up the heater by dinnertime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112675711828378313?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112675711828378313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112675711828378313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112675711828378313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112675711828378313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/only-in-colorado.html' title='Only in Colorado...'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112675491900234081</id><published>2005-09-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:28:39.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women!!!</title><content type='html'>So I know that being a woman and being a man isn't always the easiest thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will NEVER understand the opposite sex completely. It's a given. Even when I thought I had one pegged; I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one guy I met (aka.. talk to online) from myspace. He seems pretty cool. Ironically in his photo, he looks a lot like Justin. And I told him "You look like someone I know".. His response? "I didn't do it.. uh.. it wasn't me". I laughed so hard when I read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he is tortured because there is a girl he likes.. and I guess she worked at a bar or something. He's already had a crush on her. Well one night she says "It's my last day here.. here's my number. Why don't we hang out sometime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's thinking "SCORE!" Well since they did hang out one time or two, she's been blowing him off now. Not taking his calls or anything. He doesn't get what he did wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after some questions from me.. it turns out she had just broken up with her boyfriend a few weeks ago.. I told him 'Stay away! She's still hung up on him and you're the rebound and if you REALLY like her.. it will never work!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for the guy cause he said to me "I just want to be with someone who knows what they want and are willing to let me care for them" and me going "GEE.. ME TOO!" (not that i'm trying to date this guy, although he has a really cute puppy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm venting frustration on his behalf.. I can remember what that feels like. Do as you say; say as you do. Don't play games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the men out there.. (while I'm on my soapbox).. PLEASE do not stare at our butts or at us when we're walking.. we KNOW .. we can "feel" it if you feel. So just cause my back is to you, doesn't mean that I don't know you're looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please just don't do it and save us all the trouble. That means you Jeremy.. and strange guy at the busstop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112675491900234081?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112675491900234081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112675491900234081' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112675491900234081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112675491900234081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/women.html' title='Women!!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112672922114540734</id><published>2005-09-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:20:21.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh and one more thing</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me how to delete obnoxious spam postings on the comments section? They irritate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112672922114540734?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112672922114540734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112672922114540734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112672922114540734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112672922114540734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='oh and one more thing'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112672442852347463</id><published>2005-09-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:00:28.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm old.  KNOW!!</title><content type='html'>Just a brief note, but at my new job, I just told a student to feel free to "hang out" in the waiting room. And then it hit me, the words felt wierd coming out of my mouth. Like I was a parent trying to speak the hip teen lingo. It's not like its new in my vocabulary, it just seemed odd. Anywa, so yeah. Maybe I'm paraniod about my impending b-day. ah well. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112672442852347463?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112672442852347463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112672442852347463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112672442852347463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112672442852347463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-im-old-know.html' title='I know I&apos;m old.  KNOW!!'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112672070980866781</id><published>2005-09-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:58:29.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrr</title><content type='html'>I really hate people that take joy in fighting petty battles. I hate people that make you look bad when they are the ones that didn't do their job. I hate even more when they waste the time of more important people (the VP's of the company) to air the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; at our company (I bold it because she was called "the new girl" when she first started and made a federal case of it) that's a total bitch and everyone hates her. No one really understands her purpose in our company except to create copious amounts of reports for us to fill out that waste our time and in the end, accomplish nothing. She is, by far, one of the most idiotic people I have ever had the pleasure of being forced to work with and today, she just earned herself the number one spot on my shit list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our latest report, which we are to send weekly, was issued to us two weeks ago, and we're to fill it out and turn it in weekly. I returned mine the same day, and apparently, it went through blank. Today is the frist I knew of it, and when I mentioned that it is common courtesy to let someone know that their attachment didn't come through, came through blank, wouldn't open, etc., again, it became a federal case that *I* didn't fill out the form, and that's not her problem. Yet 5 months ago, when I filed a QC issue, it took her four months and getting all the higher ups involved for her to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. How is it that people like this keep their jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vent finished, I feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112672070980866781?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112672070980866781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112672070980866781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112672070980866781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112672070980866781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/grrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrr'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112664475154628926</id><published>2005-09-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:52:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not know that panties were so insightful</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f8e8ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy wearing nice underwear, even if it comes at a hefty price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112664475154628926?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112664475154628926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112664475154628926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112664475154628926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112664475154628926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-did-not-know-that-panties-were-so.html' title='I did not know that panties were so insightful'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112658748586226604</id><published>2005-09-12T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:24:33.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No bull! oh wait. YES....BULL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6311/1130/1600/DSC000372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6311/1130/320/DSC000372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this shot of the bull. I wish it were clearer but I had to zom like a mofo and then crop like a mother of a mofo. The bull was actually goin' nuts and almost got out of the pen. MAybe I'll post both, so you can see just how much I had to flippin' zoom. Anyway, maybe I'm exaggerating. Oh, and I WANTED to add a little cigarette in the bulls hoof and a beer on the top o' the pen. But again, Sockeye Norton got WAY lazy. HERe are the pics, cropped firstus. And you know, the second shot now that I've looked at it kind of sucks so I'm not going to bother . I'm SO lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112658748586226604?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112658748586226604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112658748586226604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112658748586226604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112658748586226604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-bull-oh-wait-yesbull.html' title='No bull! oh wait. YES....BULL!!'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112657628775329888</id><published>2005-09-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:51:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norton Bday</title><content type='html'>I just caught wind that this Saturday is jared's bday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Old Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still remember us 'little' folk.. what's the deal w/ your birthday??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112657628775329888?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112657628775329888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112657628775329888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112657628775329888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112657628775329888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/norton-bday.html' title='Norton Bday'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112656282502628555</id><published>2005-09-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:07:05.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Nortock...where's those rodeo pics you promised us? I'm dying here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112656282502628555?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112656282502628555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112656282502628555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112656282502628555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112656282502628555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-nortock.html' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112655943549096673</id><published>2005-09-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:10:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random outburst</title><content type='html'>The upside to going to baseball games at Coors field vs. Safeco: you can park a block away and still pay only $5 for it. You can park two blocks away for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside: Your only choices for beer are Coors and Coors Light (or at least, in the three times I've been there, I haven't found the "good" beer yet). The upside of this though is that since no one goes to Rockies games, there's rarely a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus notes: The Mariner Moose is way cooler than the stupid purple Barney dinosaur thing the Rockies have. It's a tie on the 6th inning race though, the pigs on Harleys are pretty cool, but so are the hydroplanes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112655943549096673?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112655943549096673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112655943549096673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112655943549096673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112655943549096673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-outburst.html' title='Random outburst'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112621052127869651</id><published>2005-09-08T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:15:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Bender</title><content type='html'>Three guys walk into a hotel and ask the manager, "how much for the three of us to get one room for one night?" The manager says, "$30." Each guy contributes $10 and they go to their room. A few minutes later, the manager realizes that he's made an error, and that the room should only be $25. He calls the bellboy over, hands him five ones, and tells him to return this to the three men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he's walking to the room, he looks at the $5 in his hand and says, "how am I going to divide this evenly between three guys?" So he decides to pocket $2 as his tip and gives each guy back a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that each man paid $9 for the room, which is $27, and the bell boy kept $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the last dollar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112621052127869651?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112621052127869651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112621052127869651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112621052127869651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112621052127869651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind-bender.html' title='Mind Bender'/><author><name>Eunice</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112618681023624105</id><published>2005-09-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T06:40:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pushover or not to Pushover?</title><content type='html'>As most of you know (since you gave me advice on it), there was a certain co-worker situation I was dealing with a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday, I took a stand.. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me outside this blog (or perhaps from reading my blog); I am hardly a pushover. Usually I am the one doing the pushing if you will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spoken to my boss about this 'gray' situation and how to proceed. His comments are "I'll figure it out" but being he might be leaving very soon? I'm not holding my breath (he actually cleaned his desk &amp; filed which is something he has NEVER done). I told him it reminded me of the first or last day of school when all things are 'neat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we had a POS due (Point of Sale document for an event to ring on sale which gee, we only have about 7/mo mininmum). It was about 3pm and I asked her if she was going to enter her area or did she want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was sitting at his desk so I knew he was listening to this. She goes "Sigh.. I can do my area. What do I need to do again for clearance and whatnot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typically would've just 'done it' but being that she wanted to do a buy 2, get 1 free plus enter stuff by individual UPC level, I was thinking "Naw, I'm good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up staying in the office later than I wanted to (6pm before I even walked out of building to parking garage). As I'm getting up to leave, she sighs with "I need to stop coming in so early cause I was ready to go at 5." Then looks at me. And me thinking "Sucks to be you cause you're salaried and trying to get promoted. And b, you're still not here before me so no you're not here too early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried yanking on my sympathy strings by saying "I'm scared to enter price changes cause I'll mess 'em up." I didn't say a word. It used to be part of her day to day job not too long ago. If you can easily forget the basics, then maybe you shouldn't be in that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and don't know if she did her area or not. If she didn't, she'll be fixing it today so that's all that matters I guess. I'm slowly drawing line for the next assistant that they're not going to have to deal w/ what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that she gets that if she wants me to help her, she needs to tell me before 3pm on the due day, PLUS.. simplify it would ya? Otherwise, who knows.. it may just be done wrong. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112618681023624105?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112618681023624105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112618681023624105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112618681023624105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112618681023624105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-pushover-or-not-to-pushover.html' title='To Pushover or not to Pushover?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112607096250653850</id><published>2005-09-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:29:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me About Yourself</title><content type='html'>Okay, another version of these.. I almost threw out "what you don't like about yourself" (Nip/Tuck on my brain!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;  Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; June 10, 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/strong&gt; Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Lakewood/Tacoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Dookie Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Depends on season but usually black/brown highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 5'7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right or Left Handed:&lt;/strong&gt; Right of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/strong&gt; Asian Persuasion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/strong&gt; My white Candie heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/strong&gt; Potato Chips, Baseball players .. great kissers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/strong&gt; Spiders.. the dark (shh, don't tell anyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/strong&gt; Meat Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal You'd Like to Achieve this Year:&lt;/strong&gt; Become a full-fledged buyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase on IM:&lt;/strong&gt; (don't really use it but I'd imagine LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts First Waking up:&lt;/strong&gt; "What time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/strong&gt; What?? Another 'self rate' test.. uhm, I'll go with legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/strong&gt; Usually between 9:30-10pm on worknights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't that an oxymoron? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/strong&gt; Coke family.. don't go against the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDonald's or Burger King:&lt;/strong&gt; McDonald's if I'm craving greasy stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/strong&gt; Either or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really drink tea so neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/strong&gt; If I must choose, vanilla but I really like swirls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; Non coffee drinker.. water for me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smoke:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you swear:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes; I'd be lying if I said no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sing:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you shower daily:&lt;/strong&gt; I try to unless I wake up way too late.. then I just rinse and out door I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to go to college:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to get married:&lt;/strong&gt; Someday.. but only if it were to the right person and I was ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; You have to.. who else will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get motion sickness:&lt;/strong&gt; Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you are attractive:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a health freak:&lt;/strong&gt; No.. but I do try to eat 'healthy' when I'm watching my diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get along with your parents:&lt;/strong&gt; Very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/strong&gt; Only if I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you play an instrument:&lt;/strong&gt; Used to play b flat clarinet.. haven't picked one up in years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you drank alcohol:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, just last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you smoked:&lt;/strong&gt; No, never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you done drugs:&lt;/strong&gt; Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you gone on a date:&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly, yes.. but it was horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you gone to the mall:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, on Saturday with Amber :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/strong&gt; No.. not a big cookie/chocolate fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you eaten sushi:&lt;/strong&gt; Gross.. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you been on stage:&lt;/strong&gt; No... stage fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you been dumped:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope.. gotta date in order to do that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you gone skinny dipping:&lt;/strong&gt; No, although interesting question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past month have you stolen anything:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been drunk:&lt;/strong&gt; About 2 times.. not my favorite moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been called a tease:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes but only cause they knew they were getting it anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been beaten up:&lt;/strong&gt; No way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever shoplifted:&lt;/strong&gt; As a small kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you want to die:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy surrounded by my family &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up:&lt;/strong&gt; A buyer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What country would you like most to visit:&lt;/strong&gt; Italia baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112607096250653850?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112607096250653850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112607096250653850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112607096250653850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112607096250653850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/tell-me-about-yourself.html' title='Tell Me About Yourself'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112605732328447765</id><published>2005-09-06T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:42:03.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>Woohoo to Jared for completing his last day at the big red U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS MAN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112605732328447765?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112605732328447765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112605732328447765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112605732328447765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112605732328447765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-another-one-bites-dust.html' title='And another one bites the dust'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112604275758594534</id><published>2005-09-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:39:17.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick pregunta for all involved</title><content type='html'>How remiss would I be if I were to post a pic or two on this here blog? I don't want to clutter it up and I'm not sure if I'm openin' Pandoras box by doing so. I went to a Rodeo this weekend and got some great pics and one is DYING to be put into the public eye. Any thoughts on the matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112604275758594534?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112604275758594534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112604275758594534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112604275758594534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112604275758594534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/quick-pregunta-for-all-involved.html' title='quick pregunta for all involved'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112603606194767787</id><published>2005-09-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:47:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, I'll be toasting a lost soul tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/09/06/denver.obit.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/09/06/denver.obit.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lost and then found, and now he's gone again. Although I think this time its going to be longert than a three hour tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112603606194767787?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112603606194767787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112603606194767787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112603606194767787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112603606194767787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-ill-be-toasting-lost-soul-tonight.html' title='well, I&apos;ll be toasting a lost soul tonight...'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112598046651428219</id><published>2005-09-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:21:06.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week hasn't even started yet, and I'm ready for a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112598046651428219?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112598046651428219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112598046651428219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112598046651428219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112598046651428219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/week-hasnt-even-started-yet-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112567929372313720</id><published>2005-09-02T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:41:33.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Starved"...</title><content type='html'>I was up late last night watching junk tv.. since it was the start of my 4 day weekend and that's what I always do (so it's a tradition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this show on F/X.. I only watch this channel cause of Nip/Tuck (which they showed promos for the new season and I couldn't stop cheering for it.. wahoo! only 18more days. Pathetic I keep count!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show "Starved" was pretty interesting. I'm trying to make sense of it but I guess it revolves around 4 friends who all have eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character (who is hilarious &amp; sarcastic) is a anorexic/bulimic. His white fat friend is an overeater. His black cop friend is a bulimic who threatens people w/ brutality to get free food (who thought of that one; it's so funny!). The last one is a girl, who I think is more of an alcoholic than an overeater, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this episode, he was trying to find his penpal that he IM's dirty talk to.. and stumbles upon someone else on accident. She is a yoga instructor so he tries to go to yoga, unsuccessfully to impress her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cop friend got busted for binging and stealing from local people (threatening them w/ tickets if they don't give him free food). So he lies and tells his superiors that he is gay and that's why he was seen w/ a known coke dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then forces the 'fat white friend' to pose w/ him. Well the friend couldn't do it for very long and he got fired from the cop squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard show to explain but I highly recommend you guys check it out. I think it's a combination of "Curb your Enthusiasm" and "Arrested Development". It's not like a regular show where it's all scripted. This seems more of a 'flow' of a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112567929372313720?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112567929372313720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112567929372313720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112567929372313720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112567929372313720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/starved.html' title='&quot;Starved&quot;...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112567092427552513</id><published>2005-09-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T07:22:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood memories</title><content type='html'>So today's discussion on the radio had to do with their poll question from last week, which was "thinking back to elementary school, what smell do you remember best?" And as people called in, one lady mentioned paste. Which made me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm blogging about paste. The paste that came in those little cans that you had to put on with a popsicle stick. The paste they gave us because we couldn't be trusted with glue. That dried up, crappy, chunky paste. The paste that quit sticking about thirty seconds after it dried, no matter how much you laid on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cohost said that you can pick out the future nerds in kindergarten, since they are the ones that eat the paste. I ate the paste. Hmm. I guess that's accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112567092427552513?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112567092427552513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112567092427552513' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112567092427552513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112567092427552513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood memories'/><author><name>Eunice</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112563009416766830</id><published>2005-09-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:01:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven..</title><content type='html'>Okay, you've all been "tagged". You must list the following things.. in multiples of "7", hence the name. I'll start! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that are in my fridge right now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sliced mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pepperoni slices (to throw on frozen pizzas since they never give you enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lowfat 2% milk (or however that is put together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pears (I love fruit and this was all that was on sale other night at Albertson's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brita machine (LOVE my water!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Leftover chicken wings (mmm.. I should go get some right now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Batteries (I buy in bulk at Costco for my CD player since it takes AA's and you can get 'em so cheap at Costco but keep better if cold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Television programs that are on my "TiVo" list (since I don't have TiVo, i'll accept VCR's or whatever else)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Real World: Austin (from this past week, I think Danny finally realized that he cared for Melinda; stupid BOYS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CSI (Original one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wildin' Out w/ Nick Cannon (It's a pretty funny show although I prefer it on something I can forward through since some skits can be dumb).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Laguna Beach is catching on.. I haven't recorded it yet but have been watching it on the sly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nip/Tuck. I've seen all the episodes so far but with the new season around the bend (Only 19 more days); I feel I need to 'catch' up on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Soup.. This show is so funny but I miss it most nights since I am either in bed or out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Girls Next Door.. Hugh Hefner is a funny guy actually. The girls are pretty funny too.. sometimes real 'blonde'.. sometimes make half sense :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Things I have never done and may never do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ski.. 'nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Spend the night in jail (Please don't let me; I expect to be bailed if I'm ever in that situation!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Been in an honest to God fight, with fists (although if the situation arises and I gotta handle it.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Had plastic surgery of any kind (does this count if it depends on how I age? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Told someone I loved them when I didn't mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lied about my weight and size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Things I should be doing right now instead of wasting time on the computer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eating dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Exercising (at least doing abs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Checking my mail (physical mail, not email)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Changing out of my work clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Relaxing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Unpacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Showering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You've all been tagged.. Please respond! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112563009416766830?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112563009416766830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112563009416766830' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112563009416766830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112563009416766830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/seven.html' title='Seven..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112562898658577660</id><published>2005-09-01T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:43:06.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious; Happy Early Friday</title><content type='html'>Since I am off work tomorrow (ha ha ha.. I'm a slacker!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this link.. freaking hilarious. It's t-shirts from "Hell" with sayings on it that will lead you to probably be in the hot seat for a bit. But they're all things you want to say but didn't have the balls to.. My favorite? "The girl I'm talking to right now is such a bitch" and "Stop midget on midget violence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tshirthell.com/hell.shtml"&gt;http://www.tshirthell.com/hell.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112562898658577660?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112562898658577660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112562898658577660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112562898658577660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112562898658577660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/hilarious-happy-early-friday.html' title='Hilarious; Happy Early Friday'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112559145843078623</id><published>2005-09-01T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:17:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day..</title><content type='html'>So if you had a work situation where you're not really supposed to be someone's assistant.. but you do stuff if it's within the same workload (aka.. if you're already doing it, won't take you much longer to finish).. but now they've assumed you're going to do stuff for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take a stand and say no? Or do you continue to take on more and secretly vent inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112559145843078623?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112559145843078623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112559145843078623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112559145843078623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112559145843078623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112558517608299703</id><published>2005-09-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:32:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather?</title><content type='html'>Just like the zobmondo, my local radio station does, "would you rather?" on Thursday mornings. Listeners send them in and then they vote on the best one and you win a prize if they pick yours. The best ones of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a chocolate covered bug or chocolate covered in bugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat nothing but McDonald's or Taco Bell for one year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a well behaved child with poor grades or a holy terror with perfect grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post my answers in a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112558517608299703?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112558517608299703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112558517608299703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112558517608299703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112558517608299703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/would-you-rather.html' title='Would you rather?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112558447791601537</id><published>2005-09-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:21:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>In most schools around WA, today is the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most notable things? All the kids hanging outside Starbucks yesterday evening to 'Hang' out before school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's comment was "Why? They're going to see each other tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me reminsce about how I used to get so psyched before school. The butterflies of "What will I wear on the first day to announce I'm back?" and "I wonder who got cute and who didn't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those kids now for not knowing that they had it lucky.. instead they grumble and moan about being back in school. Lakes (my former high school; go Lancers!) posted on their readerboard "First Day of School; start 7:25am, end 2:15pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my brother "So, in reality, it's only about a 6hour day cause you got a 30-45min lunch break in there as well as breaks inbetween classes. Remind me again why we thought it was so horrible?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was told I could have a 6hour day PLUS breaks for lunch and 10min breaks every hour; I'd jump all over it. But oh the vision in hindsight is always 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew then what I know now.. I'd be one crazy girl back in high school :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112558447791601537?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112558447791601537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112558447791601537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112558447791601537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112558447791601537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112551362364124895</id><published>2005-08-31T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:40:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Spa...</title><content type='html'>For those 'local' people from Washington area you probably know what I'm talking about if you watched the news at all last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place in Federal Way off Hwy 99 has been open for 10yrs and is a store front for prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen or heard of the place even though I have been to Fed Way a few times when I lived in Auburn; I guess it's cause it's off Hwy 99 and I never went over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they showed the 'store front' last night on the news, I had said to my brother "If I saw that in person, I'd know it wasn't legit. It doesn't look like a spa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was all over the radio this morning due to the fact that it's become this HUGE deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing til tears were running down my face with the commentary that was noted on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "military" guy called in.. saying that it was a well known establishment to the military guys who would plan 'convoys' there on paydays (once or twice a month). And that it's well worth the $80 to know that you were going to be a "5 pump chump" the first few times you got back from a mission and that you'd rather do it with someone you didn't care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl called in from Renton who said she'd never heard of it and was disgusted to know that 'nice' guys would rather pay $80 to do that than to go out to dinner w/ 'real' woman like herself (i gotta admit I kinda agree with her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me a bit sick to know guys actually DO go to whorehouses.. i mean, it's one thing to go to a stripclub.. another to pay for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the radio clip said the 'woman' were all in their 40's and 50's.. Eww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112551362364124895?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112551362364124895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112551362364124895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112551362364124895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112551362364124895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/crystal-spa.html' title='Crystal Spa...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112541507380472536</id><published>2005-08-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:17:53.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need a wee bit o' aid</title><content type='html'>It's early. Its Tuesday, which I consider the twist of Mondays knife in the gut. And I really can't think straight. A co-worker just got out of school and asked what good movies came out in the past year. I can think of Sin-City, Finding Neverland, and that's about it. That last one, only cause someone here said it first. I've felt dumb before, but today, I think I'm beyond that. someone would have to tell me that I am dumb cause I'm just too dumb to realize it. And you know, if you say dumb enough, it starts sounding wierd. I suppose that is true of any word but I've said dumb a lot today. Anyway, Any movies inthe last YEAR? Comment away, you little dickens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112541507380472536?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112541507380472536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112541507380472536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112541507380472536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112541507380472536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/need-wee-bit-o-aid.html' title='need a wee bit o&apos; aid'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112534106172721058</id><published>2005-08-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:44:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random outburst</title><content type='html'>Hey Julia, would you like some Twizzlers? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just peeing in the bathroom and was thinking about our marathon phone convo yesterday (I believe that one tops my PB), and how when I tell anyone, they will respond with, "how on earth can two people have that much to talk about in one sitting?" And all I could think of was, we drove to Colorado in two 14 hour shifts and didn't run out of stuff to talk about the whole way, why would it be any different now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112534106172721058?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112534106172721058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112534106172721058' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112534106172721058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112534106172721058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-outburst.html' title='Random outburst'/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112533835122797507</id><published>2005-08-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:59:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Einsteins abound</title><content type='html'>This was seriously my first phone call this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hi Eunice, I need your help reading these price pages you sent me.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;C: I am looking in your catalog on page 36 and I want pricing on your F20305W.&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;C: So I'm looking in the price pages and all I can find is pricing for 20F-0305. Is that the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;E: No, you're looking in the wrong section of the price pages. They are laid out in exactly the same order as the catalog. Flip a little further back and you'll find it. But since I have it here, your price on that item is $10.26/m.&lt;br /&gt;C: Okay, well let me find it so I know what I'm doing here. Okay, I found it. Now how come your price is higher? Mine says $9.86/m&lt;br /&gt;E: For the F20305W?&lt;br /&gt;C: No, the F20305. Those aren't the same?&lt;br /&gt;E: No, the part number in the catalog is the same thing as the part number in the price pages. The difference in the two is one has a white block on it, is that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;C: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;E: Then you want the F20305W.&lt;br /&gt;C: Oh, I see it. Here it is, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typically issue price pages because they are &lt;em&gt;easier&lt;/em&gt; to use...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112533835122797507?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112533835122797507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112533835122797507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112533835122797507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112533835122797507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/einsteins-abound.html' title='Einsteins abound'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112533763708461684</id><published>2005-08-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:47:17.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Idea..</title><content type='html'>Keep in mind I am sleep-deprived (24hours as of right... NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the talks last night that kept us up all night, an idea popped in my head that lingered. I guess it more pertains to Amber &amp; Euni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up to be part of the "Planning Committee" for Lakes Class of 98 and here would be my vote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have it somewhere cool (no clue where cause I really don't like bar scenes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have one of those 'old school' photo drops where you can get group photos to "forever" member the moment with your friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We hire EUNICE to do the shoot.. here's clincher: We cut her a chunk and say that balance of monies raised would go to a charity (of her choice or one voted on). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This way Eunice gets experience &amp;amp; fun (ha ha.. welcome to our reunion so you can help me beat down one dirty birdie) and we get fun photos! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;What you guys think??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112533763708461684?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112533763708461684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112533763708461684' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112533763708461684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112533763708461684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/reunion-idea.html' title='Reunion Idea..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112533238587375535</id><published>2005-08-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:19:45.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-workers...</title><content type='html'>I know that some days we can't stand our fellow cube-livers.. but other days we can half stand 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not one of those days where I love mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a 'IT ticket' last week cause my Excel spreadsheets (specially ones w/ lots of macros) have decided to not work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I came in this morning and I got an email that my case has been closed. I logged into Excel to see if it has been (it hasn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the helpdesk again (which is in another state) and they said the tech closed the ticket cause he "repeatedly tried to contact me for 5 days with no luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such BULLSHIT! He came over twice last week and couldn't get it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lazy people who don't get the job done then think they can get away with it. I need my macros so I can do my job.. I let the poor helpdesk girl have it and let her know she better reopen the ticket or else someone's head was going to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on no sleep and in no mood to deal with this kinda stuff on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe someone would blatantly lie like that cause they couldn't figure out what was wrong. I know what it is.. but he wouldn't listen to me. Sigh.. Maybe I am in the wrong job and have a case of the Mondays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112533238587375535?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112533238587375535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112533238587375535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112533238587375535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112533238587375535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/co-workers.html' title='Co-workers...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112532778861092019</id><published>2005-08-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:03:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuter rants</title><content type='html'>Daily, I am reminded of my driving etiquette pet peeves. Here are my rants from the drive this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you drive a sports car, for god's sake, go the speed limit, at least! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have no clue what you want to eat, don't go through the drive thru. Don't waste 20 minutes of my time waffling back and forth between an egg mcmuffin and a sausage biscuit. The drive thru is designed for people that have half a clue and don't have the time to get out of the car and go in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're driving a semi, and the arrow turns yellow, you're best off to just yield to traffic than taking the right of way and slowing the rest of us up when our light turns green. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd like it if you waited until I clear the intersection before making a left hand turn around me with your F-350 barely missing my rear bumper. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A blinker would be nice. It would also be nice if you chose to use it before you finish changing lanes. Driving with one set of tires along the dotted lines just tells me you can't figure out how to keep your car in the lane, not that you want to get in my lane. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Either go through the yellow or start to slow down. Don't decide to go for it, then change your mind at the last second, slam on your brakes, and then gun it when you realize you can't stop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's not lack of sleep that makes me ornery, but the fact that I put up with these creeps every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112532778861092019?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112532778861092019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112532778861092019' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112532778861092019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112532778861092019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/commuter-rants.html' title='Commuter rants'/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112532030157055150</id><published>2005-08-29T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T05:58:21.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends First?</title><content type='html'>More and more Im convinced that "dating" just doesn't work. I was reading one of the previous blogs about the whole "getting to know you" phase, and it just struck me odd for the first time in my life. Dating is about getting to know someone, but the problem is that when we date we put our best foot forward. Yeah, we can get to know someone that way, but not very well. Its when we become exclusive with that person that we REALLY get to know them. Its a risk for sure, but one we all have to take eventually if we have any hopes of marraige.&lt;br /&gt;When things get "serious" we get to do things like meet the parents, we get to share each others lives, we get to see everything that makes this person who they are. Its about connection, and it seems to be getting tougher in this disconnected America we live in. More ways to stay in touch, but less ways to really bond with someone. What do you guys think? Whats it take to really know someone, whether its a new aquaintence you want to get to know better, or someone you're dating???&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, is it best to just be friends first when it comes to dating? Im more and more convinced of this lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112532030157055150?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112532030157055150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112532030157055150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112532030157055150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112532030157055150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/friends-first.html' title='Friends First?'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfkd7NoSraY/SH9o02Oz7II/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWQexOEcxo8/S220/jeremy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112528105095232276</id><published>2005-08-28T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:04:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOhhhhh, quick idea</title><content type='html'>Since this blog is a bit crowded, and that's a great thing and all, I say, anytime there is one o' those big posts with a list o' things, just throw YOUR results for the same quiz in the comments section. I'm getting carpal tunel syndrome from all the scrolling down. Any other comments on how to tighten this ship before it gets too unwieldly, just toss 'em in the comments box, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks oodles,&lt;br /&gt;Sockeyenorton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112528105095232276?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112528105095232276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112528105095232276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112528105095232276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112528105095232276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/oooohhhhh-quick-idea.html' title='OOOOhhhhh, quick idea'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112528088147860128</id><published>2005-08-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:01:21.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee HEE!!</title><content type='html'>So in the interest of scienec, or rather my own amusement, I've decided to take this here test and SCREW With the answers as much as possible. Cause I've taken the tests, I've read the hororscopes, I've checked the "yes" column on a few cosmo quizes, and I'm sick of 'em. So here is the results of my healthy not-givin'-a-damn "where do I want to live" test. My cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 4th Circle, Hell (THAT one is a bit of a shock.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ass, Mrs. Clevenger, your fourth grade gym teacher. (that one.......not so much.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Moon of Uranus, Heidi Klum (I sense a theme here.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hoveltown, French Gyana (the winters there are TERRIBLE.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr. Kims Dojo of Pain, Kentucky (It's pronounced ka-RAH-teh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. I can understand that. I'm not that easy to please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112528088147860128?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112528088147860128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112528088147860128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112528088147860128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112528088147860128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/tee-hee.html' title='Tee HEE!!'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112527203021958792</id><published>2005-08-28T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:33:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, I picked my hometown! :)</title><content type='html'>So I took the quiz that Eunice linked from below &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://findyourspot.com"&gt;This link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  and here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Seattle (wahoo! I can still feel it's best place for me!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Norfolk, Virginia (This was a big HUH?)&lt;br /&gt;3) Wilmington, Delaware (Isn't this where most debit/credit cards come from?)&lt;br /&gt;4) Charlotte, North Carolina (hmmm.. East Coast themes coming here)&lt;br /&gt;5) Richmond, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;6) Nashville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;7) Long Island, New York (This will probably never happen since I can't afford NY rents!)&lt;br /&gt;8) Louisville, Kentucky (Ooh, maybe while I'm at it; I'll call Mike up.. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;9) Olympia, Washington (hey amber... :)&lt;br /&gt;10) Kent, Washington (ROFL; r-iiiight! I'd fit right in w/ my big hair &amp;amp; buttrocker Camaro!)&lt;br /&gt;11) Chesapeake-Virginia Beach, Virginia (3rd Virginia city, should I be worried?)&lt;br /&gt;12) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;13) Tacoma, Washington (Yay! Even the place where I grew up at is on here!)&lt;br /&gt;14) Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (I'll leave this one alone but just say no)&lt;br /&gt;15) Atlanta, Georgia (hmm.. I'm leaning towards no since I don't think I could handle the heat)&lt;br /&gt;16) New York, New York (Not unless Macy*s paid me a buttload of money so I could afford to live alone!)&lt;br /&gt;17) Knoxville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;18) Charleston, South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;19) Kansas City, Missouri&lt;br /&gt;20) St. Louis, Missouri (Nelly? :)&lt;br /&gt;21) Cincinatti, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;22) Bellingham, Washington (wahoo.. so far WA has got the most hits!)&lt;br /&gt;23) Tampa, Florida&lt;br /&gt;24) Orlando, Florida (Couldn't pay me to live in FL unless it was a really good part of town)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112527203021958792?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112527203021958792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112527203021958792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112527203021958792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112527203021958792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/surprise-i-picked-my-hometown.html' title='Surprise, I picked my hometown! :)'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112526450656534932</id><published>2005-08-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:28:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will I live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.findyourspot.com/"&gt;This quiz&lt;/a&gt; is super interesting...it tells you places to live that would suit you. My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seattle, WA (not surprising, but I'm not moving back!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Charleston, SC&lt;br /&gt;3. Denver, CO&lt;br /&gt;4. Jacksonville, FL&lt;br /&gt;5. Salt Lake City, UT (I've had my fair share of Mormons in my lifetime, thank you)&lt;br /&gt;6. Miami, FL&lt;br /&gt;7. West Palm Beach, FL&lt;br /&gt;8. Kent, WA (Been there, done that, my hair isn't big enough)&lt;br /&gt;9. Houston, TX&lt;br /&gt;10. Tacoma, WA&lt;br /&gt;11. Orlando, FL&lt;br /&gt;12. Portland, OR&lt;br /&gt;13. Cincinnati, OH&lt;br /&gt;14. Knoxville, TN&lt;br /&gt;15. Fort Collins, CO (almost went to school there)&lt;br /&gt;16. Provo-Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;17. Bellingham, WA (almost moved there)&lt;br /&gt;18. Olympia, WA&lt;br /&gt;19. Carlisle, PA&lt;br /&gt;20. Austin, TX (for the party girl in me)&lt;br /&gt;21. Spokane, WA&lt;br /&gt;22. San Antonio, TX&lt;br /&gt;23. Norfolk, VA&lt;br /&gt;24. Ogden, UT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112526450656534932?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112526450656534932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112526450656534932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112526450656534932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112526450656534932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-will-i-live.html' title='Where will I live?'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112519518819498835</id><published>2005-08-27T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T19:13:08.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple things in Life</title><content type='html'>I attended a combination birthday party tonight.. just wanted to state some 'refresh' courses I got today/tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One cake is good; two is even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ (especially when one is white/Princess themed and the other is Chocolate/Yu-Gi-Oh! themed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The more presents the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ~ (specially when you have 2 stashed ones on hand for the siblings who aren't celebrating birthdays)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As the birthday boy/girl, you will not get to open your own presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your siblings/cousins/friends will try to help you open them as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your gift you put much thought into will probably be thrown aside for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;next present&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;probably a combination of beating your siblings to your next gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kids really want toys.. parents want the clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Buy one of each (I only did clothes and lost points!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You'll never again look at birthdays the same as you did when you were under 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Man how I wish I could enjoy my birthday as much now that I'm in my mid-20's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, very good party with food &amp;amp; fun. One thing I've finally learned is there will be many parties I go to where I will not know everyone.. and that's okay. I'm comfortable enough now to know that I was invited and welcome there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I can only bottle up that energy level of those kids when presents and cake came out.. *evil smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112519518819498835?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112519518819498835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112519518819498835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112519518819498835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112519518819498835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/simple-things-in-life.html' title='Simple things in Life'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112516613912322960</id><published>2005-08-27T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:08:59.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Door #1 ...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here is me asking for advice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you're a fairly busy person (and I'd be willing to bet most of us are) and you were single to boot (some of us are; some of us aren't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you had listed yourself on one of those internet sites.. not really actively looking at the site but it's out there w/ pics, bio, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you randomly got 'hits' and emails from people who were interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you talk to someone who is totally against your types and doesn't even sound all that interesting to you? Or would you politely decline and just say "mmm.. I'd really rather not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds bad to not want to 'try' new things but I guess if I'm willing to try new things.. you gotta blow me away with the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, those who know me really well (shame on you if you do and don't know this lil fact about me!) .. know I really can't stand Mexican food. It's just something that I didn't like growing up and never took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried it in the past and it was always bad. Would I try it again someday if it seemed like it was worth the risk? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess the debate is up for.. the presentation has just not been appealing enough to make me want to email these guys back and say "Sure, let's meet up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy seemed nice enough but then he came back with "We can get to be friends.. and then more" and me going "Cocky aren't ya? Specially since you are way out of my age range I put on my profile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Boos? Hisses? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112516613912322960?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112516613912322960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112516613912322960' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112516613912322960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112516613912322960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/behind-door-1.html' title='Behind Door #1 ...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112516585642686084</id><published>2005-08-27T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:04:16.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did summer go?</title><content type='html'>I know this is part of growing/living in Washington..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was 85 and sunny.. this morning is overcast (the day of a birthday party &amp; our garage sale).. what's up with that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day used to signify to me the 'end of summer' since school typically started right after the holiday. Now school starts BEFORE Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does school planning make any sense? Make the kids start school on a Thursday, then take Monday off for holiday, then go back to school 'full time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say just give them until after Labor Day to squeeze 2 more days off into summer (and so they can take the Labor Day and go camping if they wanted.. instead of "I gotta go to school today. Sorry Mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though.. Euni &amp; I were debating that winter CAN be a fun time of year. I hate the rain cause I hate carrying an umbrella but other than that.. Winter has its advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling, Fires, Hot Chocolate, Cozy Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are downsides too but I don't want to be a downer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend since I know most of us are swamped this weekend.. What was it I said to Josh last night as I kept yawning? "No rest for the wicked?" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112516585642686084?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112516585642686084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112516585642686084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112516585642686084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112516585642686084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where did summer go?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112516217501446167</id><published>2005-08-27T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:35:39.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know me...</title><content type='html'>Getting to Know Me (in under 50 questions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GETTING TO KNOW ME!COPY AND PASTE AND REPOST ON BULLETIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Yes Please! err...Male&lt;br /&gt;Age: 29&lt;br /&gt;Name: Eric&lt;br /&gt;AIM screename: Xeroda    Yahoo IM Screenname:  Xeroda (I know, imaginative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU LIVE?  Colorado Springs, CO&lt;br /&gt;SEX OR ICE-CREAM? Both at once...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? None - Free-balling it today with shorts on of course (kiddo is around).&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW? Wasting time while my son enjoys his new video games.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU WENT OUT TO EAT WITH? My ex-girlfriend (prior to breaking up).&lt;br /&gt;IF U WERE A TOY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE? Depends...on one hand - A teddy bear gets all the love.  On the other hand...so does a dildo. (only the clean gals though) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;WHERE WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON? Fiji or someplace where I can live like a king, drink all I want, and see my beautiful woman wearing nothing while the waves crash in the background.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR RING TONE? I've got a different ring tone for each of my contacs. From Passion to Half-Dead.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK A TOBLERONE IS? One of my favorite chocolate bars&lt;br /&gt;WHAT R U WEARING RIGHT NOW? Cargo Shorts and a smile!&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Most of the time...or glasses on occasion&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE BEST ADVICE EVER GIVEN TO YOU? Don't sweat the small stuff&lt;br /&gt;DO U OWN A VEHICLE? Yes...still like it too.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR FUTURE PLANS? Get another job that pays more than my last one.&lt;br /&gt;FAVE FILM? As of right now, depending on my mood:  The Goonies, Joe vs. the Volcano, anything Sci-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;LAST FILM YOU SAW AT CINEMA? Batman Begins&lt;br /&gt;FAVE DAY OF THE YEAR? New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE? Yep...I suck at it...but I love to get down with my bad self!&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK ANYONE OUT? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SLEEP NAKED? Almost always&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS OR EASTER? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;LUST OR LOVE? Love&lt;br /&gt;KISSES OR HUGS? Definitely kisses...they last longer.&lt;br /&gt;WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? A love you cannot have...or not knowing what your next pain is going to feel like...take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;WORST SOUND? grinding cardboard&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP? Check E-mail&lt;br /&gt;ROLLER COASTER, SCARY OR EXCITING? Exciting...I love roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU LET THE PHONE RING BEFORE YOU ANSWER IT? I usually answer right away unless I forget it in the car or feel like ignoring the person.&lt;br /&gt;ZODIAC SIGN? Cancer (Dragon if you're talking Chinese Zodiac)&lt;br /&gt;IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? If it's being used, half empty. If it's being filled, half full. DUH! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANT PHYSICAL FEATURE: A great set of legs and overall body-type. Yes, I'm not in great shape...but I like women who are! In the long-term...I love eyes.  Green are my favorite, but as long as they are looking at me in love...it doesn't matter.;-)&lt;br /&gt;MILK WHITE OR CHOCOLATE? Chocolate...plain milk is of the devil (or what I make my son drink...hehe).&lt;br /&gt;DAY OR NIGHT? Night for sure. I'm more likely to see a naked woman then.&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer - Lots of half-naked women...my favorite time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;CAKE OR PIE? Depends on how they are used. I eat both exceptionally well. For the food variety, I'm not much of a sweet-tooth these days.&lt;br /&gt;DIAMONDS OR PEARLS? Diamonds are sparkly. Pearls are so bland to me.&lt;br /&gt;SUNRISE OR SUNSET? Sunset...the calm before the storm...muwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU BROKEN ANY BONES? Unfortunately yes, although it was never my fault...and some actual bone-bones too. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HATE ANYONE? Hate is subjective, but I do strongly dislike a couple of people.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN FIGHTING? Yes, if needed. I will do whatever it takes to protect my family and friends over myself.&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU TURN TO FOR ADVICE? Friends and people who are just cool enough to give decent advice without trying to sell you something.&lt;br /&gt;YOU COULD HAVE ONE SKILL IN LIFE WHAT WOULD IT BE? Understanding. There are so many times I can't see past my own bullshit to see where others are coming from.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOUR FAVORITE PLACES TO SHOP? Internet (no need to spend countless hours waiting in lines). Home Depot. Any Electronics Store with cool things like TV's Stereos, computer-gear, etc.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WEBSITE? Any uncensored porn site.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A Scientist that had tons of chemicals and beakers. I even had a plan to buy the building my dad worked in because it had robots and lab coats.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? A few times...and they all hurt. I crave more though!&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE PERSON ON BLOGSPOT.COM? Most sites written by women. The realism, detail, and girliness is funny to me. It's neat to see the mind of a woman in such a light...very caring, endearing, and all over the place in thought...fascinating! I thoroughly enjoy seeing how you ladies tick...never a dull moment. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;BMW OR MERCEDES? BMW...unless I can have an S600 sedan.&lt;br /&gt;PARIS HILTON OR ANGELINA JOLIE: Angelina. Better lips and bigger breasts...honestly though...I would do both...I don't care! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112516217501446167?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112516217501446167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112516217501446167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112516217501446167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112516217501446167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/know-me.html' title='Know me...'/><author><name>Xeroda</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-15772198.post-112515114267072469</id><published>2005-08-27T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T06:59:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think you know me?</title><content type='html'>Getting to Know Me (in under 50 questions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GETTING TO KNOW ME!COPY AND PASTE AND REPOST ON BULLETIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Just had some yesterday...yay me! Oh, I'm female&lt;br /&gt;Age: 26&lt;br /&gt;Name: Eunice, Euni if you're lucky&lt;br /&gt;AIM screename: Don't have one, MSN is daisygal14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU LIVE? Greenwood Village, CO&lt;br /&gt;SEX OR ICE-CREAM? I will take sex with a side of ice cream please.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? None, I just got out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW? I'm actually supposed to be getting ready for my big day.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU WENT OUT TO EAT WITH? This guy Troy that used to be one of my customers.&lt;br /&gt;IF U WERE A TOY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE? A weeble. Since they wobble, but they don't fall down. No, seriously, a slinky because they are lots of fun yet have no real purpose. I think that describes me.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON? Italy&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR RING TONE? Right now, the generic one the phone comes with. Haven't been able to download since I dropped my phone in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK A TOBLERONE IS? It's that giant chocolate candy bar that Joey fell in love with when Emily came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT R U WEARING RIGHT NOW? A towel. It's all the rage.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE BEST ADVICE EVER GIVEN TO YOU? Keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;DO U OWN A VEHICLE? Yep. Hopefully will own a new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR FUTURE PLANS? To take my photography career full time.&lt;br /&gt;FAVE FILM? It has recently changed from Top Gun to When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;LAST FILM YOU SAW AT CINEMA? Oh geez. Uhm....it's been a while. I think it was Ring 2 or Be Cool.&lt;br /&gt;FAVE DAY OF THE YEAR? The first day of summer.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE? LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK ANYONE OUT? Hell no. I go for what I want, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SLEEP NAKED? Not unless a guy is lying next to me. Otherwise, I sleep w/ my panties on.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS OR EASTER? Christmas. Although who can resist a Cadbury's egg?&lt;br /&gt;LUST OR LOVE? Love&lt;br /&gt;KISSES OR HUGS? Kisses of course. I don't like the white chocolate thing. Oh wait, you didn't mean Hershey's? Ahh, well kisses still.&lt;br /&gt;WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Loving someone more than anything and not having it returned&lt;br /&gt;WORST SOUND? Anything that remotely resembles nails on a chalkboard&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP? Groan and say, "I don't wanna go to work!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLER COASTER, SCARY OR EXCITING? Love them, they are completely exhilirating&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU LET THE PHONE RING BEFORE YOU ANSWER IT? Depends on who's calling.&lt;br /&gt;ZODIAC SIGN? Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? Half full of what? is the question...&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANT PHYSICAL FEATURE I know you have zero control over it, but a blue eyed babe will melt me to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;MILK WHITE OR CHOCOLATE? Only chocolate. I hate milk.&lt;br /&gt;DAY OR NIGHT? Night, because then I'm not at work.&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer&lt;br /&gt;CAKE OR PIE? Not a big fan of either.&lt;br /&gt;DIAMONDS OR PEARLS? Diamonds, it's my birthstone baby!&lt;br /&gt;SUNRISE OR SUNSET? I like both, but I'm typically not up early enough to catch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU BROKEN ANY BONES? A few&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HATE ANYONE?I let go of that anger recently, so no.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN FIGHTING? I'm not sure how to answer that. I'm not a violent person, but I will stick up for myself, friends, or family.&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU TURN TO FOR ADVICE? Friends - there are two, and you know who you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;YOU COULD HAVE ONE SKILL IN LIFE WHAT WOULD IT BE? Patience. I know it's supposed to be a virtue or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOUR FAVORITE PLACES TO SHOP? Target, Macy*s (if we had one!), Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WEBSITE? craigslist.org!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A chemist. I got the idea from our old maid cards, they all had professions.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Still am.&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE PERSON ON BLOGSPOT.COM? Honestly, &lt;a href="http://www.perspectacles.blogspot.com"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;. I love reading her blog every day. I feel like I know her, yet I don't. She just drives such inspiration in me.&lt;br /&gt;BMW OR MERCEDES? BMW&lt;br /&gt;PARIS HILTON OR ANGELINA JOLIE: Angelina. Paris is just so trashy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112515114267072469?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112515114267072469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112515114267072469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112515114267072469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112515114267072469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-you-think-you-know-me.html' title='So you think you know me?'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112513666099460123</id><published>2005-08-27T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:57:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Me (in under 50 questions!)</title><content type='html'>GETTING TO KNOW ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPY AND PASTE AND REPOST ON BULLETIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love it most of the time.. and uhm female duh! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;J Le :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIM screename:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't have time to do that sh*t, Blogging and normal e-mail is my only Internet world contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Lake-hood (Washington) baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-SEX OR ICE-CREAM?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gee, lemme think.. really good ice cream I can buy whenever I want.. Really good sex? Not so much.. so I think really good sex over ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bright ass blue thong from Victoria's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blogging and debating on whether or not to respond to a email from an online person wanting to be my 'friend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU WENT OUT TO EAT WITH?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I guess that would be with Carly today at lunch (and again at dinner!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-IF U WERE A TOY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I guess a pillow since I like to cuddle (awww!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-WHERE WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-What is YOUR RING TONE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Depends on my mood.. currently it's "Get it Poppin" by Fat Joe &amp; Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-WHAT DO YOU THINK A TOBLERONE IS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; a chocolate candy bar they sell at IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-WHAT R U WEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jeans &amp; a pink crinkle cami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yes, blind without them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12-WHAT WAS THE BEST ADVICE EVER GIVEN TO YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So many. .here are a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a) God would never give you more burden than you can carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;b) The past cannot hurt you if you do not repeat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;c) Shoot for the moon. If you miss, you fall upon the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-DO U OWN A VEHICLE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Of Course. It's white and all mine! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14-WHAT ARE YOUR FUTURE PLANS?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My career is all that's focused right now. Eventually I'd like to get married to a wonderful man (I hope!) and pop out a few mixed kids here or there. Retire when I'm young :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15-FAVE FILM?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saw "Four Brothers" last night.. that was pretty good.. or "Sin City". New fave's; oldies too hard to remember at 2:30 in the morning! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16-LAST FILM YOU SAW AT CINEMA?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four Brothers for those who are slow and can't read above :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17-FAVE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't really have JUST one.. and don't wanna say Christmas so I'll say Thanksgiving :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18-DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes..when in the mood and with the right people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19-ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK ANYONE OUT?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;According to most guys I know, I ask them out all the time without realizing it (Hey, you wanna go to a movie?) so I guess I'm not. Even though my intentions are not the same as theirs.. mine really is just "go see a movie" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20-DO YOU SLEEP NAKED?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Used to 100% of the time; now I wear at least panties in case my brother or someone barges in ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21-CHRISTMAS OR EASTER?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22-LUST OR LOVE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love of course.. Lust is never more than fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23-KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A nice soft kiss can melt me so I gotta go with kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24-WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Not knowing what could have been/regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25-WORST SOUND?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Someone genuinely crying from their soul.. a deep sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26-WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN YOU WAKE UP?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hit the snooze button one more time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-ROLLER COASTER, SCARY OR EXCITING?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28-HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU LET THE PHONE RING BEFORE YOU ANSWER IT?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;However fast I can get to it, I guess. I hardly ever screen unless it's a number I don't recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29-ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gemini babe! Oh wait, which one of us did you ask again? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30-IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Always half full.. but who's going to admit they're a pessimistic person and say "Half empty!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31-MOST IMPORTANT PHYSICAL FEATURE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't have just one.. I'm sorry. A nice smile can make me light up and notice you. A nice build (arms/shoulders/pecs) can show that you work hard on your body. Rest is not as important.. Ok, maybe ONE more area but I'm not going there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32-MILK WHITE OR CHOCOLATE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;White, chocolate just never caught on with me. Maybe cause it looks like dookie sometimes? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33-DAY OR NIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Night; means I get to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34-SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Summer.. means sun/tanning/beaches.. and my birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35-CAKE OR PIE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cake; I am not a pie person at all. Even if it is "a la mode"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36-DIAMONDS OR PEARLS?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If any guy asks you which one.. always go for Diamonds. Pearls can be a trick question. Specially if he says "Is a necklace okay?" Eww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37-SUNRISE OR SUNSET?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sunsets.. call me cheesy but it's almost like one last gift of the day. The beautiful colors and to know it's all nature made!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38-HAVE YOU BROKEN ANY BONES?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thankfully, not yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39-DO YOU HATE ANYONE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Unfortunately yes but that list is VERY tiny compared to ones that I LOVE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40-DO YOU BELIEVE IN FIGHTING?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If this is physical fighting, it depends on the situation. Self defense or for talking about me or my homies or my momma. All constitute an ass-whooping. You've been warned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41-WHO DO YOU TURN TO FOR ADVICE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;God, family &amp; friends. If you've been asked advice by me, you fall into one of those categories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42-YOU COULD HAVE ONE SKILL IN LIFE WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To take pain away.. help people deal with the pains.. emotional or physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43-WHERE ARE YOUR FAVORITE PLACES TO SHOP?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Totally biased but Macy*s, then Express (awesome Editor pants for work!), Victoria's Secret, American Eagle, Forever 21 &amp; sometimes Zumiez for 'skater' tanktops, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44-WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WEBSITE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Uhm, I guess my crew's blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45-WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Not a porn star, I knew that.. uhm, I think my biggest goal ambition when I was 8 was to be a 'secretary' cause they made "good money". What was I smoking? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46-HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Once.. and probably will be again someday but I am not rushing into when that'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47-WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE PERSON ON BLOGSPOT.COM?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;People who leave nice comments and those who genuinely have good things to say :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48-BMW OR MERCEDES?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You gotta go for the "ultimate driving machine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49-PARIS HILTON OR ANGELINA JOLIE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Angelina Jolie, even though I'm so not gay.. but I might be able to be a bit for Angelina :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112513666099460123?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112513666099460123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112513666099460123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112513666099460123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112513666099460123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/getting-to-know-me-in-under-50.html' title='Getting to Know Me (in under 50 questions!)'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112513338201202919</id><published>2005-08-27T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:03:02.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now for new developments in our top story...</title><content type='html'>I went to a Mariners game tonight (my world was topsy-turvy today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with someone I didn't expect to talk to or see much of ever again (Josh). Only cause of how things had come for us to become close (aka.. breakup of my relationship). It was just too awkward and the memories were haunting me so I chose to end the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shared some new details about my ex with me.. which greatly saddened me. My thing was.. "What am I supposed to do with all this new info? Nothing? Something? Anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I went with a easy going text message. I am mad at myself for sending it.. and honestly wasn't going to but it sent anyway (stupid small buttons on cell phones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you think you know ALL sides of how you feel and whatnot.. a new piece of info is slipped into your mind and world.. and then it makes you doubt yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information was only that it is hurting me to hear that my ex is struggling.. and not happy. However, I can no longer continue to hold his hand (from afar) and hope he realizes things don't have to be this way between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, all I can do is let go of him.. As I have been. Cause only when he realizes it, can I be there for him. Right now, he's thinking he doesn't need me. And maybe he's right. But in my case, I've also realized I don't need him either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112513338201202919?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112513338201202919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112513338201202919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112513338201202919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112513338201202919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-for-new-developments-in-our-top.html' title='Now for new developments in our top story...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112508893865692623</id><published>2005-08-26T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:42:57.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared Blogs</title><content type='html'>I guess if a shared blog is going to work, then its needs purpose. We each write in our own blogs and we do it because we like sharing out lives with each other. But why have a shared blog? Whats the point? Im hoping there is a point because I really like the idea. In fact, I have my own shared blog I tried to start. It didnt go far. The link is &lt;a href="http://theeoldeideafactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt; Check it out. I go looking for some interesting things to post to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one idea I have is for everyone to take the Myers-Briggs personality test. Im an ENTP. Here is the link for that... &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;... I gotta run now, but Ill be back to see how you all did on the test. ;-) Laters./.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112508893865692623?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112508893865692623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112508893865692623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112508893865692623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112508893865692623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/shared-blogs.html' title='Shared Blogs'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfkd7NoSraY/SH9o02Oz7II/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWQexOEcxo8/S220/jeremy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112508496329499924</id><published>2005-08-26T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:38:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick wit</title><content type='html'>When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.- Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice for the day: If you have a lot of tension and you get a headache,do what it says on the aspirin bottle: "Take two aspirin" and "Keep awayfrom children." --Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar." --Drew Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem with the designated driver program, it's not a desirable job, but if you ever get sucked into doing it, have fun with it. At the end of the night drop them off at the wrong house.--Jeff Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there is a man on base."--Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relationships are hard. It's like a full time job, and we should treat it like one. If your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to leave you, they should give you two weeks' notice. There should be severance pay, the day before they leave you, they should have to find you a temp." --Bob Ettinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Mom said she learned how to swim when someone took her out in the lake and threw her off the boat. I said, 'Mom,they weren't trying to teach you how to swim.'--Paula Poundstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A study in the Washington Post says that women have better verbal skills than men. I just want to say to the authors of that study: "Duh." --Conan O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant? I'm halfway through my fish burger and I realize, Oh my God.... I could be eating a slow learner."--Lynda Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that's how Chicago got started. Bunch of people in New Yorksaid, 'Gee, I'm enjoying the crime and the poverty, but it just isn't cold enough. Let's go west.'" --Richard Jeni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If life were fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead." --Johnny Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I think war is God's way of teaching us geography." --Paul Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My parents didn't want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty and that's the law." --Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember in elementary school, you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file line from smallest to tallest.What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?" --Warren Hutcherson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suppose you were an idiot ... And suppose you were a member of Congress... But I repeat myself." --Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place." --Billy Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why they call it "PMS"? Because "Mad Cow Disease" wastaken.--Unknown, presumed deceased&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112508496329499924?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112508496329499924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112508496329499924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112508496329499924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112508496329499924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-wit.html' title='Quick wit'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112507989725293206</id><published>2005-08-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:11:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Deal?</title><content type='html'>Just want to say thanks for the comments...I really appreciate your input...sincerely.  So...here is my pop quiz regarding my husband (we need to come up with a nickname for him...any ideas Jules...you sorta know him) and Mr. Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I kinda know the qualities Mr. Alba has that my husband does not...so what happens when I ask my husband to try to have these things and he says no...basically stating he is who he is and he isn't going to change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We always here the phrase "men never change"...do you think that is true or do you think if they care about you enough they'll change to make you happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Plain and simple...what is the next step if wish your husband would change some things and he just wont' do it?  Do you get a divorce because he won't change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112507989725293206?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112507989725293206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112507989725293206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112507989725293206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112507989725293206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-do-i-deal.html' title='How Do I Deal?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736110968497135252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112507618457570126</id><published>2005-08-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:09:44.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>avert your eyes. there be grossness ahead</title><content type='html'>Now those of you who know me and my childish, almost infantile sense of humor, may understand why the following story is funny to me. But be warned, it involves poop humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so I just go into the restroom to go my hourly peepee and this older lady walks out and smiles and says hi so I think nothings wrong, okay? I open the door to the restoom, go in, and the smell of odor spray hits me, so I'm thinking, "tee hee. old lady took a dookie." And then things took a turn.&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes the msaking odor just kind of adds its own sort of nastiness to the already existing butt smell? Yeah. SO. There was that. But then again, I was okay. I can cope.&lt;br /&gt;Then I lift the lid to go #1 and notice a little something.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you poo, it can be so liquidy and forceful that it splashes the water like a nasty ass-cannonball, right?&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes that dirty brown/black water gets right back on the ol' cheeks. That sucks, but you wipe a ton and everybody happy. At least everybody that matters. But what if a guy walks in afterwards and lifts the lid?&lt;br /&gt;Only to notice, dripping down the backside of the toilet rimmy thing, black nasty water that pools at the base of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;ALmost put me off my pee, it did. And she had the nerve to smile as she got out. If you do that, you look ASHAMED and you run away. You don't flippin' SMILE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112507618457570126?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112507618457570126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112507618457570126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112507618457570126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112507618457570126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/avert-your-eyes-there-be-grossness.html' title='avert your eyes. there be grossness ahead'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112507312979508379</id><published>2005-08-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:18:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>So why is it that we all seem to blog from work and more frequently than we do work? Ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am speaking for myself on that.. although my email to Euni yesterday was "I am a slacker".. The first step is admitting it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112507312979508379?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112507312979508379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112507312979508379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112507312979508379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112507312979508379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts..'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112506944989091302</id><published>2005-08-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:17:29.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day...</title><content type='html'>~Friday!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's question: If money were no object, what would be your ideal two-week vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine would be traveling around Italy, eating good food, drinking fine wine, and enjoying the company of yummy Italian men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112506944989091302?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112506944989091302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112506944989091302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112506944989091302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112506944989091302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day...'/><author><name>Eunice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112506843082385005</id><published>2005-08-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:00:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Quiz</title><content type='html'>My Turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Who is your favorite celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt; Risking a load of controversy here, but Tom Cruise. He has been my favorite since I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Who is your least favorite?&lt;/strong&gt; I really get sick of both Britney and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life?&lt;/strong&gt; Luke Wilson (yummy), Tiffani Theissen, Quentin Tarantino, Jeff, Stone, and Mike from Pearl Jam, and a handful of sports celebrities, Walter Payton being my favorite. What can I say? Hanging in the film and music scene, you're bound to meet someone sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Would you want to be famous? Why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt; No, I can't handle the public scrutiny. It's bad enough when I notice I've gained a little weight or sprung a zit, can you imagine it being plastered on a two page spread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why?&lt;/strong&gt; Jennifer Aniston, even with what she's going through right now. What I really want are her workout and beauty secrets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112506843082385005?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112506843082385005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112506843082385005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112506843082385005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112506843082385005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/pop-quiz_26.html' title='Pop Quiz'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112506542891841231</id><published>2005-08-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T07:12:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold, I don't give you the superman</title><content type='html'>All right, all right. I will roll the rock away from my lil' cave and come out to greet the sun, but I warn you!! If I see a shadow, I don't go run back and hide, I scream and yell and throw bones at it. SO I'm just puttin' that out there.&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who know me, I'd like to throw THIS into the happy mix in the hopes that MY personal joy can infect and spread throughtout your lives.&lt;br /&gt;I have quit the big red U!&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, some of you may want to go back and read that again for emphasis. For those of you too lazy to bring your eyes back two sentences, I'll make it easier now.&lt;br /&gt;I have QUIT the big red U.&lt;br /&gt;Last day? why that would be Tuesday after labor day. thought about making it that Friday before but I figured, HEY!! Why not work one last day of pure and absolute ease, and get paid for two? so indeed I did.&lt;br /&gt;New job? University of Puget Sound. a five minute WALK from my house, free tuition for my masters, great benefits, and basically a nice little slice o' dream job.&lt;br /&gt;No more commute! *blissful sigh*&lt;br /&gt;And that is all I'm gonna type on that cause I've been answering co-workers and friends' questions for days now and I'm happy with the news, but I'm sick of writing, talking, smoke signaling, semaphoring, and telegraphing about it.&lt;br /&gt;so onto the subject of the blog so far.&lt;br /&gt;Hate celebreties in the strictest sense of the word. All of 'em. If I was going to be one, it'd be Stephen Hawking so I can be smart and someone else can wipe my ass.&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't want to be famous. I validate my own existance, I don't need the WORLD to.&lt;br /&gt;And friends of the opposite sex in a married relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the state of the marriage. In todays age, where most marriages I've seen are simply considered SUPER going steady, I would say nope. Hard to say that as ideally, and what I would LIKE it to be, would be "yep. sure. Everyone is secure and happy and there will be no flies in THAT ointment."&lt;br /&gt;The wife and I BOTH have GREAT friends of the opposite sex, but we are the only married couple I KNOW that do. But i don't want to use Charmaine and I as an example as I think we might be speaking in generalities here.&lt;br /&gt;And I probably have VOLUMES more to say on this but I've rambled enough.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Your boss ain't payin' you to read this drivel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112506542891841231?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112506542891841231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112506542891841231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112506542891841231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112506542891841231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/behold-i-dont-give-you-superman.html' title='Behold, I don&apos;t give you the superman'/><author><name>sockeyenorton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04656973788985039606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112503800559051822</id><published>2005-08-25T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:33:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>The question of the day is a good one my friend...shall I add to the question.  If a married couple has been together for 8 years and in that 8 year process neither has had close friends of the opposite sex..strictly platonic...how does one introduce that into the 8 year relationship where that has never existed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112503800559051822?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112503800559051822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112503800559051822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503800559051822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503800559051822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736110968497135252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112503786265918793</id><published>2005-08-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:31:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop quiz...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can't decide which blog to put this on so it's going on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Who is your favorite celebrity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hard one.. if male, either Tom Welling or Julian McMahon. Female, probably Jennifer Lopez. I think she's so pretty and a smart business woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Who is your least favorite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ooh.. I am annoyed by Britney Spears. .then and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can't honestly say I have, unless you count sports figures but they are always around in local cities so no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Would you want to be famous? Why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good question. On one hand, it'd be nice to be famous for something good (aka.. actress or singer) and have fame, fortune, etc. On the other, it'd be bad if you're known for something bad (sleeping w/ a celebrity or a porn star) and the way you get torn apart for having zits or gaining 10lbs. So depends on which celebrity I can be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow.. for one 'mad' day? I think I'd probably choose Carmen Electra. I think she's beautiful and she seems to be still 'down to earth' even though I think at times she can be kinda wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112503786265918793?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112503786265918793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112503786265918793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503786265918793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503786265918793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/pop-quiz.html' title='Pop quiz...'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112503529127865974</id><published>2005-08-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:48:11.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>So I guess in order for this to work.. we gotta post something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for a woman who is in a committed relationship (marriage or just committed) to then have a platonic relationship with another man outside her relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote is for YES.. since I've had this.. and usually it is not an issue. However, the guy has to trust me (and only one really did). I never gave them reasons to distrust me.. it was more of they were scared someone would 'take me away' from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bottom line: Treat how I deserve to be treated and you'd never have to ever fear and wonder where my loyalities lie. When are you fearful I may stray, it's because you're not upholding your end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112503529127865974?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112503529127865974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112503529127865974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503529127865974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503529127865974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112498073421660231</id><published>2005-08-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:38:54.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be fun</title><content type='html'>This is now my third blog. Holy cow. I think it'll be fun to try this whole shared blog thing. I'm at a loss for inspiration at the moment, but I'll be back when I think of something insightful to say. ~eunice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112498073421660231?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112498073421660231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112498073421660231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112498073421660231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112498073421660231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-will-be-fun.html' title='This will be fun'/><author><name>Eunice</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-15772198.post-112503970757493364</id><published>2005-08-25T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:01:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do things haunt us?</title><content type='html'>Why?  Why do things haunt us?  How come I haven't seen Mr. Alba in almost five years...we had a pretty much platonic friendship and time after time after time he is in my thoughts and I find myself wondering...what if I would have chosen him and not the other choice...that other choice being my husband.  Why do I feel like life would be happier?  How do you know if you are with the right person...what if you were wrong?  I think sometimes this is why I think I should sit down and have lunch with Mr. Alba...perhaps it would answer all the questions that have existed in my mind for over 5 years...maybe it would make me realize my husband was the right choice...I dunno.  Then there is the BUT...but what if I see Mr. Alba and my heart goes pitter patter and those feelings for him rush back into me?  Then I am screwed.  Any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112503970757493364?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112503970757493364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112503970757493364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503970757493364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112503970757493364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-do-things-haunt-us.html' title='Why do things haunt us?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03736110968497135252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15772198.post-112494058464398116</id><published>2005-08-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:29:44.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation</title><content type='html'>Okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of my friends &amp; I blog.. we're pretty new except for a few who are WAY advanced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured we'd start this one and anyone who wants to can post to it.. instead of allowing access to our own personal blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15772198-112494058464398116?l=everyonesallowed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/feeds/112494058464398116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15772198&amp;postID=112494058464398116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112494058464398116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15772198/posts/default/112494058464398116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyonesallowed.blogspot.com/2005/08/invitation.html' title='Invitation'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05784549621439152472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://images.art.com/images/-/Mud-Flap-Girl-Poster-I10114892.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
