<?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-12336527</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:40:05.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me and .... Well, Me</title><subtitle type='html'>There used to be more of me. Now I'm allll alone. Damn pills, made all my friends go away. And they had such good ideas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336527.post-7362464160970839629</id><published>2010-03-21T00:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:12:03.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been out for a while</title><content type='html'>sorry about that. I seem to be at LJ infrequently but at least more often than here.&lt;br /&gt;Major life changes since 2007. I moved from Iowa to Arizona. Love It! I start grad school in the fall. Super excited about that. I lie with my dad, which is weird because I haven't lived with my dad since I was like eight. He's been in Az for over 15 years. Started an awesome job after working in collections at Amex, so not my dream job. But this job has some serious potential. I just hope they will be very flexible with me while I finish the education thing. I already deferred a year and I can't do that again. I just so happened to get my acceptance letter about four weeks after starting said awesome job.&lt;br /&gt; I still seem to be a lone more often than not. Kind of normal for me, but I miss having those one or two really good friends that I can randomly call up and say "hey, lets do lunch." I could probably make as long a list of things I miss as things I don't miss at this point.&lt;br /&gt; I'll try to be around more. No promises. I'm still taking a few online courses through the community college back in Iowa. One of them is a pretty intense literature course (mythology). It's really getting me back into writing. Still have two stories I wanted to write for M. Lately I've been thinking about some other things I've wanted to write. But I'm not good at sharing stuff like that. I always write it and then read it and it's like I can't wrap my mind around me being the author...one of those things.&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and I discovered Disneyland. It's only a six hour drive but oh so much fun. Going back for my birthday next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-7362464160970839629?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/7362464160970839629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=7362464160970839629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7362464160970839629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7362464160970839629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2010/03/been-out-for-while.html' title='Been out for a while'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-1452789147363652611</id><published>2008-03-27T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:52:50.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I haven't been around</title><content type='html'>Spending most of my time at LJ.&lt;br /&gt;Which is odd, I really did't like it at first. So I don't like change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good or bad thing. just change. Which i really need now or at least soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-1452789147363652611?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/1452789147363652611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=1452789147363652611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1452789147363652611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1452789147363652611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-guess-i-havent-been-around.html' title='I guess I haven&apos;t been around'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-670449776769275371</id><published>2007-12-25T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:59:14.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chistmas goodies.</title><content type='html'>Tempestuous By Pamela Delli Coll&lt;br /&gt;http://www.intriguegiftshop.com/Fairy-Prints/Fairy-Prints/Lightning/FPR076&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning by Amy Brown&lt;br /&gt;http://imaginedmoments.deviantart.com/art/Tempestuous-60245432&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Fairy Blanket&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/store/product.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374302028401&amp;PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524442168749&amp;bmUID=1198641379326&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book&lt;br /&gt;http://www.oprah.com/obc_classic/featbook/pote/author/pote_author_inspire_b1.jhtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more but that's the intersting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-670449776769275371?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/670449776769275371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=670449776769275371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/670449776769275371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/670449776769275371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-chistmas-goodies.html' title='My Chistmas goodies.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-5137553869515355293</id><published>2007-12-11T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:56:08.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;" width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="125"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px dotted black;" border="0" src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/dictionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Lindsay --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% kinky&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" style="border-top: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz_52.html"&gt;'How will you be defined in the Sexual Dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color: #FF0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;" width="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="125"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px dotted black;" border="0" src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/dictionary.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Firehawk --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely dominant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" style="border-top: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000; text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz_52.html"&gt;'How will you be defined in the Sexual Dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color: #FF0000; text-decoration: none;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I did my last name and it was "tasting like strawberries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-5137553869515355293?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/5137553869515355293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=5137553869515355293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5137553869515355293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5137553869515355293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/12/lindsay-adjective-100-kinky-how-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-6574997920693547204</id><published>2007-12-11T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:11:05.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Three Hours of my Life.</title><content type='html'>I went over to my moms last night. I had bought a new computer desk and was taking her my old one. I decided that it would be convenient for me to do laundry while I put the desk back together for her. So I get there and she introduces me to Andrew, whom I apparently went to middle school and high school with. He never actually graduated, but we’re the same age. And he has a brother named Scott. &lt;em&gt;Cool&lt;/em&gt;. Never seen him before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the visitors start to arrive. First it’s a friend of my moms I haven’t seen, Mark, and his wife. So Lindsay, do you have kids. No. Married? No. Boyfriends? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gets this great idea to call my dad. She flips through my cell and uses her home phone to call him. Kind of dumb seeing as how I get free long distance and she doesn’t on her home phone but okay. They get to chatting and at some point she asks him what he thinks about me. The conversations heads to my love life, where she tells him I only sleep with married men. And it’s only fun until the wife finds out. Fine. I start talking to him and we’re discussing him coming to visit after Christmas. My mom is talking to him through me about Christmas and at some point she tells me to tell him I’m a lesbian. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Red drops by. Another friend of my moms, coincidently Mark’s (earlier visitor) step brother. I haven’t seen him in years. Like, he looks familiar but I don’t actually remember anything about him. And he’s talking to mom and hanging out and shortly before he leaves, “So, you got any kids?  Do you?” Andrew, still sitting on the couch watching Billiards tricks on ESPN, later makes the comment that he thought the next words out of Red’s mouth were going to be along the lines of did I want his. Eww. And finally, “who ever thought Lindsay would grow up to get tattoos?” Umm, anyone that’s known me since about 13 when I first decided I wanted tattoos and my mom started looking for someone to do one before I turned 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final visitors while I’m there. Kim (a guy, old friend of my deceased step dad) and Jenny (who is a lesbian). I haven’t seen Kim in years. Probably before Chris died and that was when I was sixteen. So we’re chatting and he’s asking how I’m doing. Any kids? Married? Boyfriends? Girlfriends? Just Checking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when did it become a crime for me to grow up, get tattoos, remain single, and, so far, choose not to have children?  Holy cripes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my laundry, made someone start my car, and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-6574997920693547204?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/6574997920693547204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=6574997920693547204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6574997920693547204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6574997920693547204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/12/greatest-three-hours-of-my-life.html' title='The Greatest Three Hours of my Life.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-7825485039504512986</id><published>2007-12-08T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:57:33.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's been snowing</title><content type='html'>And my first thoughts included cussing out Steen for still being jail. I'm sure it's not all lovely for him, but I hater driving in the snow. It had started snowing in the middle of the day and normally I would have called Steven to take me home so I didn't have to drive my neon on unplowed streets during rush hour. He probably would have come to get me and end up letting me drive his truck while he took care of my car. It took me over an hour to make what is usually a 25 minute trip. And I think I spent half teh time cursing at the drivers in front of me that didn't seem to realize if i couldn't get some momentum, I wasn't going to make it up some of those freaking hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Steven will be out soon. Ten days. And maybe then somethings can get back to normal. Heather and I went to visit last night. Lovely little drive into Missouri. Hopefully one I never have to take again. I'm starting to think I'm a little too attached to my little brother. But sometimes, he's the only person that hears me. Even though he's not always the greatest person in the world and he has this uncanny ability to make me feel like crap for stuff I have no control over, he's my little brother. ANd I don't let people get too close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-7825485039504512986?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/7825485039504512986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=7825485039504512986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7825485039504512986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7825485039504512986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-its-been-snowing.html' title='so it&apos;s been snowing'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-1954410504682611081</id><published>2007-12-08T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:08:35.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A breif Glimpse of Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE2Z1I98_n4/R1omkgL9yCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fL4hj6MNLZA/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE2Z1I98_n4/R1omkgL9yCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fL4hj6MNLZA/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141464333154109474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE2Z1I98_n4/R1omMwL9yBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_tzJe_TkqY4/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE2Z1I98_n4/R1omMwL9yBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_tzJe_TkqY4/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141463925132216338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, who doesn't &lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;snow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-1954410504682611081?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/1954410504682611081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=1954410504682611081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1954410504682611081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1954410504682611081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/12/breif-glimpse-of-home.html' title='A breif Glimpse of Home'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE2Z1I98_n4/R1omkgL9yCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fL4hj6MNLZA/s72-c/DSCF0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12336527.post-5772462149606677105</id><published>2007-11-29T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:36:52.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checked out.</title><content type='html'>I've kind of checked out a lot lately. I haven't been doing to well and hte doctor has me on new meds again. I haven't been sleeping more than four hours a night for quite some time now so I just staretd taking a sleeping pill. So far it's kind of iffy but she said it can tke a few weeks for my body to gte back into a normal sleep cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ent crazy over the weekend and spent a ton of money on new gadgets. I have a new computer, new camera, new cell (which was free 'cuz my old one sucked), internet installed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, my Christmas shopping is done. THat's right. My coffee table is surrounded my the remnants of gft wrapping. Which i got sick of shortly after putting everything in bvoxes so only about half are actually wrapped. Go Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I actually put up a christmas tree too. I usually don't bother, becasue I crash at Steven's on Christmas Eve and we do all that Jazz at his place and various other relatives, but I was in he mood and I found purple lights so I went for it. So i have a six foot fake tree (my mom is shuddering) covered in purple lights and beads, which purple and silver bows and ribbons ans silver ornaments and a star. It's a purple kind of year. Steven always does blue and silver on white. So I get purple and silver. It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-5772462149606677105?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/5772462149606677105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=5772462149606677105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5772462149606677105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5772462149606677105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/11/checked-out.html' title='Checked out.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-2703572048542274725</id><published>2007-10-10T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:09:16.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fossil Fuel Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/fossil-fuel.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does liking "fudge dinosaurs" say about someone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&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/12336527-2703572048542274725?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/2703572048542274725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=2703572048542274725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/2703572048542274725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/2703572048542274725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-are-fossil-fuel-ice-cream-what-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-2622583505157466094</id><published>2007-09-18T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:12:47.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She asked ...</title><content type='html'>M asked how I was coping. And about rommmate and school. Here we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not great. Steven went to jail over the weekend. Steven is Little bro that I'm closest to. I'm seriously stressing. I had all day Monday off, it was going to be a day of rest. I ended up driving from Altoona to Bethany Missouri, to visit him for about 25 minutes. I didn't get shit done and I spaced studying for my exam today. Which I just took and pretty sure I missed at least 15 points. Whatever, don't care right now. We don't know what's going to happen until his first court hearing Friday. But bail was over $130,000.00 so he's sitting there. I have no sympathy for what he was or wasn't doing. We think all charges will be dropped which should drop teh probabtion violation, but the police and courts around here have a tendnacy to do whatever they want with no rhyme or reason. How do I know this? There were three people inteh car, two were arrested and the third just let go. All the charges should go on the owner, but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommate is just weird. Who needs three computers and a laptop? And seriously, don't make me ask for rent. You know you need to pay me, just pay me. And quit leaving my mail on the counter, you don't get mail. Hell, I barely get mail. Why are you checking it? But for the most part, I don't really see him. And I'm okay with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, My online class is cake. I think the hardest part is getting to a working computer with internet acess inthe timeframes that I have available. My work computer won't work because the network won't allow me to acces the site. The diner computer does let me, but it hasn't been owrking all week. So I've been going to Mom or Mom's to get work done. My Cobol class is okay. This one is going to be tricky. I think I liek it but I'm kinda bored in class. Never a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I just want to sleep and veggitate. I did manage to go to the big Planned parenthood booksale. I got about a dozen books for $21.00. For me that's really good. Especially since my average trip to B&amp;N is $50 and Borders is $35. usually one of those a month if I have time and money. I bought both Bones and Kyle XY on DVD and haven't had time to watch either. i'm not sure what shows I'm watching. I know Bones and I'll try House again, I might tape the first Gossip girl, but I don't think I'm gouing to get into it. Heroes is a must. I need ot buy that DVD set but I have it on tape, so I will probably wait for the price to drop. I kinda want to watched charmed from season 1, but I don't want to but it. I need to see if my other favorite video store has that. Probably not but I can check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to get another tattoo this fall, but I just spent too much money on going to see Steven and I think my paycheck is going to be half of wht it should be because my timecard wasn't completed on time. Which is actually my rent check, but I have plenty of time to make that up at the Diner, especially since anotehr girl is going to pick up one of my manager shifts at the diner. If i keep up my normal four nights, that's one manager three waitress. If I work both Friday and Saturday, I can probably clear $150-$250. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know I', tired anmd I want out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-2622583505157466094?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/2622583505157466094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=2622583505157466094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/2622583505157466094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/2622583505157466094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-asked.html' title='She asked ...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-4418836339952004611</id><published>2007-09-18T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:56:52.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, life sucks, this is between exam and class</title><content type='html'>1. Do you like cheese? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked heroin? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite song? Right now… Someday Bryan Greemburg &lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Only if I think it’s serious. Stuff like my birth control shot, no.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? After three years at the fair, ick.&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song? But Baby it’s cold outside. Sinatra. Don’t know if that counts as Christmas though&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Um quit drinking coffee, so SoBe Life Pomengrante Cherry. Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? Not really, but the personal trainer is going to have me start.&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bathroom clean? Kinda. &lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? The ring I bought in Stockholm&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Hobby? Reading&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? I’m not sure, but it doesn’t really work, now does it.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.? No.&lt;br /&gt;15. What one trait do you hate about yourself? The extra 40 pounds I’m getting rid of.&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name? Marie&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? How late is class going to be tonight, I think I just bombed that exam, and I really need a nap. &lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you recently bought? Bones season 1, Shinedown CD (2nd copy) three new sweaters at fashion bug (technically one sweater in three different colors, but who cares)&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? SoBe Life, Water, orange juice&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry right now? Getting Steven out of Jail&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate? Lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be? sofa&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year? In my bed.&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? In hiding&lt;br /&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this and return? Umm, do I actually know people? Didn’t think so&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own slippers? Like pajama slippers, no. I own a pair of flats that are star5ting to get gross and won’t last winter. &lt;br /&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing? Red, peasant type top. It has this lace stuff that kinda wraps under by boobs&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Not really, Cotton&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you whistle? No&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color? Usually black and darker reds, but purple seems to be striking my fancy lately&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? Like on a ship? At sea? Without fresh water to bathe? No &lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower? Rubber Ducky &lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite girl's name? Malone&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite boy's name? Raine&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now? Car key with gym fob thing on it.&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? No idea. Oh wait, the personal trainer had be try this exercise where you pick up a ball with your feet and raise your legas and arms to pass it from your feet to your hands and then back. I couldn’t do it. &lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? Cuz I so remember my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had? I don’t get many. &lt;br /&gt;39. Do you love where you live? Somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 1.&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? Missie&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend? Not sure I have one, I’m generally the quiet one&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? Troy? I hope? Don’t know &lt;br /&gt;44. Do you wish on shooting stars? That would require me to be able to see them. &lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book? Right now, Lora Leigh’s Breeds series&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy? Lemon drops, hard cinnamon candy&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Don’ t know haven’t really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? Well, that’s depressing. Bad moon rising maybe? &lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Passed out. &lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? What day is it? What do I have to do? Do I have any clean pants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-4418836339952004611?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/4418836339952004611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=4418836339952004611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/4418836339952004611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/4418836339952004611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-life-sucks-this-is-between-exam.html' title='Busy, life sucks, this is between exam and class'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-7170118000529962566</id><published>2007-08-22T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:46:17.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>daily stuff</title><content type='html'>So, lately I'm just working. Classes start next week. I have one in class, Cobol. and two online, Finite math and some computer networking schwag. That one I started to take last semester but didn't have time for, so I dropped. I'm a little unsure about an online math class, but I need the refresher for the GMAT and Mom's taking it in class, so I figured why not sign up for it. I have two weeks to chec it out before the drop date, so we'll just see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wells job is okay, I have a huge project due in two weeks that I really need to get going on, but I took a few days off last week and I just finished playing catch up today. I have a few things I need to clean up and then I'll crack down, so probably Friday, with my attention span. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thew diners okay. I found out what I make an hour to be MOD. I thinkit's crap, especially since now they don't really want me to take tables at the same time. Oh, well. This isn't permanent or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a fic. I'm working on it, I swear. i just need to concentrate on it. i might hit up the campus library to get some peace. Zen a little. Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New roommate. He's a little odd. Very computer geek-y. Half the time, I have no idea what he's taliking about. Kinda hoping the conversing will chill a bit as he realizes I don't particularly care to be his new bff. I'm kinda a bitch like that. Oh, well;)  On seriously, never thought I would hear the phrase "geek porn" to mean something other than actual porn. Learn something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-7170118000529962566?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/7170118000529962566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=7170118000529962566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7170118000529962566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7170118000529962566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/08/daily-stuff.html' title='daily stuff'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-9119173213958832455</id><published>2007-08-10T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:34:55.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>So I told M I'd rant so here's what's going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The fair. Not really a big deal, but it is. I love the fair. More specifically I love eating my way through the fair. We have everyhting you could think of fried and on a stick. It's actually kind of gross, but it started a few years ago, and people just ran with it. I don't ride the rides, but there are a few specific things I like to do. one being,check out the new neon, which is no longer made damnit. THe fair runs 11 days, Thursday through Sunday. First friday is Eastsider night. And I am most definantely an eastside. And since I work for Wells, the first Sunday is the day we get free tickets to the fair and a concert, which happens to be Lonestar this year. So I took those days of from the Diner. Bad Idea,a s it turnes out. which leads to...&lt;br /&gt;Point 2.I get punished, or so it feels, by working every other day this week. Including 3 manager shifts. This is supposed to be a parttime job. As in three maybe four days a week. Not seven days straight. Not five days a week. And asking me to "pick up a few" manager shifts should not mean three a week. It really shouldn't. And definately not on a car show night. ANnd asking me to train a new server. So my manager nights consist of me being manager, server and a trainer. At least I don't have to claim my tips. But I am the last one to leave. &lt;br /&gt;3. Working two jobs. I'm tired. If I work at the diner, I have to be up before 6 if I want to taker a shower, so I can leave by 6:40, be at wells by 7, leave by 3:45, to be at the diner by 4:30 even though my shift starts at 5. We don't close before 9. If I'm manager, I don't get to leave until as late as 11. And that's if we actually clsoe at 9, we;ve been trying to stay open later since it' summer and fair time. i know that when I work saturday night, we're going to be open very late. And since I'm finishing off a 7 day stretch, i've been doing this since Monday this week. Headed in to do it again actually. &lt;br /&gt;4. Other stuff. Two brothers have birthdays this week and so does Laura. I've got Joey done, no idea what to get Laura or Billy. We are grilling out Friday for Joey, don't know yet what to do about Laura, Billy turns 21 during the fair, so that's probably where we'll end up. And for a 21st birthday a bottle of tequila is all anyone ever really needs now isn't it? School still hasn't finished processing my paperwork. Becasuse it's just so damn difficult. So I don't know if I'll ahve Fianncial aid or if I need to start saving up to pay for my textbooks. Which for my two classes, looks like it will be about $300.00. Fun, huh? At Wells, I seem to get a head way on one project and get three more handed to me. My weekends are really going to start to suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still freaking tired. And the roommate debat continues. As in do I want one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-9119173213958832455?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/9119173213958832455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=9119173213958832455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/9119173213958832455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/9119173213958832455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/08/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-1142494464475993486</id><published>2007-08-05T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:47:22.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin all the time.</title><content type='html'>Fair starts Thursday. I work saturday though Thursday at the diner monday thru firday at wells. Friday night of saturday day off. work saturday Day off all sunday. I'm going to be too tired to go to the damn fair. And its too damn hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-1142494464475993486?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/1142494464475993486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=1142494464475993486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1142494464475993486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1142494464475993486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/08/workin-all-time.html' title='Workin all the time.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-7652958352045080291</id><published>2007-08-01T18:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:39:52.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really</title><content type='html'>I swear, &lt;br /&gt;I’m working on my story. I just need to type it up and finish it. Maybe I’ll even get both done, don’t really know right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have found a roommate. He’ll stop by tomorrow, so I really need to clean my apartment a bit. Well, a lot actually. I made sure one of my brothers will be there with me cuz, I’m no dummy. It’s a little weird, and it will be even weirder living with someone, but it will make things a bit easier for me. I may even get to have fun sometime soon. Wouldn’t that just be awesome? I sure think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-7652958352045080291?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/7652958352045080291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=7652958352045080291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7652958352045080291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7652958352045080291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/08/really.html' title='Really'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-6502002200964267422</id><published>2007-07-22T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:51:27.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Margarita's</title><content type='html'>and cooking out with Laura, Brian, Damien and Star. Damien took me for a ride. Mom mentioned that I've always loved going for a ride with Damien. I had forgotten about it. We have this photo of me and Damien (my older brother) on his big wheel when we were little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get through Harry Potter. I still am a little confused about the significance of him having his mother's eyes. But it was all pretty good in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-6502002200964267422?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/6502002200964267422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=6502002200964267422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6502002200964267422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6502002200964267422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/margaritas.html' title='Margarita&apos;s'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-5499562972649130752</id><published>2007-07-21T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:35:23.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many</title><content type='html'>Pictures. I think aunt fawn may have over doen it. But I opnly say that because I've been loading them online to share with freidns and family. i think I am halfway through the second disc. I hope. My eyes are getting tired. Doesn't this l;ook fun though? Wht do you think is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x265/delouiswedding/7-2-2007-128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x265/delouiswedding/7-2-2007-128.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-5499562972649130752?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/5499562972649130752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=5499562972649130752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5499562972649130752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5499562972649130752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-many.html' title='Too many'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-244343177725526658</id><published>2007-07-13T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:58:00.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#590319" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  &lt;br /&gt;flashvars="i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_10DA59D2.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-630463AC.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-124DD1E.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2ED3857.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_693B6C19.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-180A018F.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_215DEB5B.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_658383D5.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;bgcolor=##590319&amp;habitslabel=BACK%20TO%20BASICS&amp;moodlabel=WILD%20CAT&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE%20ARTIST&amp;lovelabel=PART%20TIME%20LOVER&amp;userhome=http://friends.imagini.net/@809728-0ecf" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://friends.imagini.net/@809728-0ecf" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&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/12336527-244343177725526658?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/244343177725526658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=244343177725526658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/244343177725526658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/244343177725526658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-6698847918519875652</id><published>2007-07-12T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:04:22.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Latte Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/latte.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very decadent in all aspects of your life. You never scale back, and you always live large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very serious person. You don't have time for silly antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are responsible, mature, and truly an adult. You're occasionally playful, but you find it hard to be carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are complex and philosophical, but you are never arrogant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Latte Say About You?&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/12336527-6698847918519875652?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/6698847918519875652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=6698847918519875652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6698847918519875652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6698847918519875652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-your-latte-says-about-you-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-8471598363518013118</id><published>2007-07-12T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:02:24.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I already have about a dozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F1E4CA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get An All Over Tattoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEF9E5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/all-over.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outrageous and funky&lt;br /&gt;Because you should never have to choose just one tattoo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Tattoo Should You Get?&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/12336527-8471598363518013118?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/8471598363518013118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=8471598363518013118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/8471598363518013118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/8471598363518013118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-i-already-have-about-dozen.html' title='Since I already have about a dozen'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-379701937127706028</id><published>2007-07-11T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:50:32.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have an LJ Account</title><content type='html'>And I never use it because I never remember the dang password. It's the whole "you have to have letters and numbers or symbols" thing. I do that at work. I don't mix work and play passwords. I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work, again. I'm always at work, it seems. Two jobs will do that to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made a decision this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to Phoenix. Before the end of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving. No one is going to stop me. NO ONE (except maybe me). My dad isn't getting any younger. And I'd really like to spend some time with him. And the fact that I've dreamed of ASU since my senior year of High School and I might actually get to go, is to good to pass up. I'll miss my fam, but it should only be fore two years. At least, that's the plan. I'm still in the early stages here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my spare time, I went to see Transformers. Commercial that it is, I Loved it. I'm a bit of a dork, enough that I may make Steve go with me to see it again later this week. And HP is out, so I may avoid the theater for a few days. And Loading wedding pics into a photobucket account to share with the family. I am working on that. Aunt Fawn took so many pictures it took two discs to burn them onto as JPEG files. And so far as I've figuredd out, Photobucket loads 20 at a time. THis is going to take a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-379701937127706028?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/379701937127706028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=379701937127706028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/379701937127706028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/379701937127706028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-have-lj-account.html' title='So I have an LJ Account'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-4375076880776420359</id><published>2007-07-10T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:51:10.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kiss is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer kissing to be a meaningful, emotional experience.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to kiss strangers, and you don't like to kiss someone you're mad at.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss can change how you feel about someone - for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;You don't take anything lightly... especially kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Type: Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People See Your Kisses as: Genuine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Kiss Best With: A Green Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: A Red Kisser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourkissquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Kiss?&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/12336527-4375076880776420359?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/4375076880776420359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=4375076880776420359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/4375076880776420359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/4375076880776420359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-much-fun-your-kiss-is-blue-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-7642231561870608530</id><published>2007-07-10T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:49:39.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored at work, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/dark-purple.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Purple Are You?&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/12336527-7642231561870608530?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/7642231561870608530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=7642231561870608530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7642231561870608530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/7642231561870608530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored-at-work-can-you-tell-dark-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-8128482457537495443</id><published>2007-07-10T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:45:01.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is only about half right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/12336527-8128482457537495443?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/8128482457537495443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=8128482457537495443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/8128482457537495443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/8128482457537495443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-only-about-half-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-2953842296258323366</id><published>2007-07-05T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:56:35.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>I work every day this week. EVERY DAY. I'm tired. Very tired. I love both jobs, but I really don't know of I can keep this up. I'm only supposed to be scheduled 3-4 days a week at the diner. This week, 6. Yes, 6. The Good Guys car show is this week and we are extremely staffed because  we are supposed to be crazy busy. I hope the money is worth it. As a bonus, I may end up working Saturday AM at Wells and PM at the diner because I am still not caught up from taking time off for the wedding. No one else does what I do. &lt;br /&gt;We call that job security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, one job only. So we'll see what kind of mischeif I get into. Or, you know, how much I get to sleep, whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-2953842296258323366?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/2953842296258323366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=2953842296258323366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/2953842296258323366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/2953842296258323366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-5124585267081344191</id><published>2007-07-02T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:18:25.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/416114-R1-10-8A_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/416114-R1-10-8A_011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THisis the Groom and Best man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-5124585267081344191?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/5124585267081344191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=5124585267081344191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5124585267081344191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5124585267081344191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-hot.html' title='That&apos;s HOT!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-3237359095031880662</id><published>2007-07-02T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:52:50.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color me what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="color:black; font-size:14px;" href="http://www.quiztron.com/tests/color_is_soul_painte_quiz_23687.htm"&gt;What color is your soul painted?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:4C7043; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your soul is painted the color orange, which embodies the characteristics of balance, heat, enthusiasm, flamboyance, playfulness, aggression, over-emotion, danger, desire, strengthens the ability to concentrate, attraction, adaptability, and stimulation. Orange falls under the element of Fire, and symbolizes glory and fruits of the earth.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-3237359095031880662?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/3237359095031880662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=3237359095031880662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3237359095031880662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3237359095031880662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/07/color-me-what.html' title='Color me what?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-1557885439827554555</id><published>2007-06-29T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:22:14.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.. is my sisters wedding. So today's a little crazy. I'm sitting at the library because i took the day off work and I needed to take care of some bank stuff, so i wouldn't have to worry about how much money is my checking v savings account. Done. Now I'm chillaxing for a bit before i pick up shannon, grab a bite to eat and drive out to pella to pick up our dresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then it's mani-pedi time, off to pick up tuxes, probably a bajillion other thinhs as well as decorating the church, the rehearsal, probably some time at the reception site. I still need to get a hold of Missie to check on the flowers and whether or not she got them done yesterday before work. I foresee some serious time on them tonight. Hopefully, Missie doesn't work tonight and I can get them from her before tomorrow morning. Hair at Nine, be at the church by 11-11:30 get shannon into her dress, me into mine, pictures from noon to four. Ceremony at four and off to the reception. No idea if i'm riding with someone or if my car is going to chill at the church. I'll figure that out in teh morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dropped M a line about a fic. I'm still thinkong on a song. Was thinking of dashboard confessional but two songs by the same artist on a mix is a no no (at least to me, don't know if that's in the rules). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-1557885439827554555?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/1557885439827554555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=1557885439827554555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1557885439827554555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1557885439827554555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-3565699373924840440</id><published>2007-06-14T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:54:51.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Snagged from M, who snagged from others.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Press play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you’re cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Opening Credits: Waking Up: All the Love in the World – NIN&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that could sum that up for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First Day At School: Your Beautiful – James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;I do try to make an effort, but it’s nice that someone recognizes that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Falling in Love: Bad Moon Rising – Rasputina&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this version of this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and then I re-listened to the song-- " Hope you've got your things together, hope you are quite prepared to die, looks like we're in for nasty weather, one eye is taken for an eye. So don't come around tonight, it's bound to take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is this an Omen? Cuz, I would be &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fight Song: My name is Jonas – Wheezer&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m losing the fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Breaking Up: Kerosene – Miranda Lambert&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve given up on love cuz love’s given up on me.” Perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Prom: Open Up – Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;What?!?!? Good song, but prom? In Iowa? Not gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life's Okay: Our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn’t get sued – Fall out Boy&lt;br /&gt;I do use this album to really zone out to at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Work: Feeling a Moment – Feeder&lt;br /&gt;Too whiny for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mental Breakdown: One Headlight – Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Driving: Intro – Chamillionaire&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously. Only if I’m speeding. And you know, there aren’t any cops around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flashback: Breathe – Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;I always end up speeding to this song.&lt;br /&gt;“Two men They started walking Started talking bout better days One says to the other We do it all again Seems I knew I would And now I found it Found I got it I didn't want this Somebody help me see Now I feel it Feel like I've been there I didn't need this Somebody help me breathe”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Getting Back Together: Hannah Jane – Hootie and the Blowfish&lt;br /&gt;Hootie and the Blowfish! Oh, my life is &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wedding: Introduction – Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;Really? Don’t think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Birth of a Child: You Make me smile – Blue October&lt;br /&gt;“I was hypnotized Hypnotized" If I ever have kids, I hope I feel like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Final Fight: Get Stoned – Hinder&lt;br /&gt;I can understand the sentiment, but so not for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Death Scene: Wasted – Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;I listen to Carrie Underwood? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Funeral Song:The Wheel- Roseanne Cash&lt;br /&gt;“when did the sky turn black” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;End Credits: Ain’t no use in Trying – Trampled by Turtles&lt;br /&gt;That says so much about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-3565699373924840440?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/3565699373924840440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=3565699373924840440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3565699373924840440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3565699373924840440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-3754823916292865365</id><published>2007-05-21T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:32:23.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get this . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I am reading the Saturday paper at the coffee shop. I take notice of a Bike blessing taking place at a church not too far away and there it is. A little blurb about the previously mentioned bomb threat. Why just a blurb... it wasn't a bomb. Not even close. Turns out, it was a scavenger hunt clue. I don't know who'se dumber. The person that called it in as a possible bomb scare. Or the person that decided placing shotgun shells as a clue in the middle of downtown, between a Starbucks and a new public librbary that isn't even a year old and cost millions of dollars to contruct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-3754823916292865365?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/3754823916292865365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=3754823916292865365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3754823916292865365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3754823916292865365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-this.html' title='Get this . . .'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-1876034410073897242</id><published>2007-05-18T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:06:40.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not mine  though. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend Andy had a baby this morning. ( and when I say that I hope you are smart enought to know I mean his girlfriend gave birth to his baby).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am very excited. I have flowers and a singing baloon and then I bought more flowers while waiting for starbucks to reopen after the bomb threat this morning and a baby gift bag that giggles. And I plan on picking up a blanket to go in the bag and a vase for the flowers. People shouldn't be allowed to have babies on a payday. That's just not right. I spoil people. And his girlfriend doesn't even like me. She's a little insecure and I think she's uncomforatble with all of his female friends. If she would spend more than five minutes in my presence, she would know that I love Andy, but he is really not my type. Beyond not my type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M just sent me back the seconf half of my fic. Well teh second half that I have written. I will go over it tonight or int eh morning and hopefully finish it this weekend. If not, I don't work at the diner at all next week, and GG is over and OTH is on repeat and bones series finale was last week, so I am pretty much swimming in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-1876034410073897242?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/1876034410073897242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=1876034410073897242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1876034410073897242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1876034410073897242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-baby.html' title='New Baby'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-1710355911745717046</id><published>2007-05-14T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:58:16.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye, Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Freaking songs that get stuck in my head. As a side note, I head heard "If I had  a Million Dollars" on my way to work this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we get to say good bye to GG. And I end up randonly thinking... If Rory met Marty there Freshman year and tehy were both freshamn and that was the year Logan and his sidekicks sailed to Fiji, How did Marty bartend for them? I seriously just realized this. And I am not a Marty fan. He's too Dean-esque. (&lt;-- My new word, great, huh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I was thinking, GG got me into so many things. Like Fanfiction. I always wanted to know how things would go on shows of just one thing was different or if something was changed and I thought I was the only one. Boy was I wrong. Now I'm semi addicted to Fanfiction. And not just GG, but VM and Roswell. man I love Roswell. And Stephenie Meyers Twilight series. and you just find links to all sorts of other stuff. I'm not much of a writer, as M can tell you by the hal story I started what three years now and actually have pulled up on my laptop at home, cuz dang it I want to finish this, but I forgot where I was taking the story (smut will ensue at some point), but I did find my noets while cleaning out my crap room ( you know the second bedroom that I just threw all my stuff in when I moved) so maybe we'll see something. (like I haven't said that before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love my run-ons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And oddly enough, Fanfiction is what got me to intereact with people online. Not something i do a lot of, but occasionally I will drop a line. If I can lod in as a Blogger, which lately I can't and damn anonomous won't work either. Grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for my classes, A- in communications and B+ in Tax accounting. I thought it would actually be the other way around, but everyone tells me I am a very effective communiactor. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;By the way M, Happy Mothers Day. I hope the little one is well. And enjoy going back to work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-1710355911745717046?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/1710355911745717046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=1710355911745717046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1710355911745717046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/1710355911745717046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-bye-farewell.html' title='Good Bye, Farewell'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-6938070050387334543</id><published>2007-05-10T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:06:51.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a Million Dollars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How this gets stuck in my head I have no idea. But there it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd probably end up giving most of it away. Yes I would. I got a sucker tattoed on my leg for a reason, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-6938070050387334543?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/6938070050387334543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=6938070050387334543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6938070050387334543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6938070050387334543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-i-had-million-dollars.html' title='If I had a Million Dollars'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-3969533886653970246</id><published>2007-05-02T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:12:55.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE BOOKS</title><content type='html'>Schools out, Finals are over, but they just can't seem to post my damn grades.  GRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-3969533886653970246?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/3969533886653970246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=3969533886653970246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3969533886653970246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/3969533886653970246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-more-books.html' title='NO MORE BOOKS'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-6880251537977866164</id><published>2007-04-25T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:49:29.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I get to turn in my Tax Final tonight. Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This class was ridiculous. The teacher didn't teach and everything was take home. I have one problem left and it's aactual problem but it will take me maybe twenty minutes. Good thing I have 2 hours huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have one otehr final on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am also waiting to hear back on a PT job I applied for at 5 &amp; Diner. I hope I get it. It could be lot's of fun, I mean a 50s themed diner. Come on! I really miss the restaurant business. And you, social interaction. I work with the same 5 people everyday. It gets a little tiring, especially since none of them are really my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ooh, I just found therelease date for Eclipse, the newest Stephenie Meyers book. August 7th, also Joey's Birthday. I'm excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-6880251537977866164?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/6880251537977866164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=6880251537977866164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6880251537977866164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/6880251537977866164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/04/finals.html' title='FINALS'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-5304179636160744380</id><published>2007-04-23T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:50:13.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VEISHEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So Veishea was this weekend.Well all of last week really. I only went Friday night. Free saliva concert at 1 AM. Completely worth. Met up with T. The guy I met a year ago. We talk (text) regularly, see each other once in a great while. He's nice. All his friends apoliogize if they cuss in front of me, which I found kinda odd, but I guess that's being a gentleman. I'm not used to it and may end up cussing more than they would. Not a big deal, just a little odd. We had fun, well I did anyway. Hanging out in a church parking lot until 5 AM in ames. Saturday night was the Great April Birthday Party. I was a little cranky. I didn't get much sleep ( see above) and I ended up babysitting for a few hours that afternoon. I was all set to lay down for a few hours before going out but no one would let me sleep more than 20 minutes at a time. First one sister texted me. Then another called and left a really bitchy message. I was getting very irratated. Then Missie started Texting me. So I got up and went to the party stayed an hour and then went to bed. If they had just left me alone, I would have been in a better mood. And who the hell shows up for a kegger at 9? Seriously, did you learn nothing in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-5304179636160744380?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/5304179636160744380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=5304179636160744380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5304179636160744380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5304179636160744380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/04/veishea.html' title='VEISHEA'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-5802649230673573995</id><published>2007-04-18T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:30:35.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>So apparently you have to publish comments. Who knew? Not me. I just got caught up from like the last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News. My mom was pregnant. I say was because she waited until her 6 month before going to the doctor. I am a little upset about this for a few reasons. One: she's 43. Not ancient but old enough to know better and old enough to know their are risks that come with age. Two: she's given birth to seven children. It's not like she didn't know she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who caught the was? The baby had Hydrocephalus. From what I have read and researched, it's a build up of spinal fluid on eth brain. It was pretty much a guarantee the baby was going to be mentally retarded. And my mom said life expectancy was less than a year. THat's not what I've been reading but I don't know all teh details and I wasn't in eth doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she had a late term abortion. I don't even know if that's the correct terminology. I just know she had to go to Wichita for a week and when she came back she wasn't pregnant. Not something I could ever do and hopefully a decision I never have to make. Ever. cause I would have probably had the baby. That's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: As a bonus, I don't have a new computer yet. Even better, My laptop has been "fixed". Kinda. it works, I can type on it and teh floppy drive works, but that's it. For some reason it won't even recoghnize the cd drive. It's like it was never there. And on Friday, I am going to go get the new NIN CD. No stopping me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-5802649230673573995?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/5802649230673573995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=5802649230673573995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5802649230673573995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/5802649230673573995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-117556060487662558</id><published>2007-04-02T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:44:21.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So what do I do now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So everyone in my family is a little shady. But they are family and I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But what do I do when my little brother uses his copy of my spare key to walk into my apartment at 1:00 am, grab my debit card, charge 45 in gas and another 10 in the store and then brings my card back adn puts it back in my wallet? He didn't ask, didn't tell me he had done it, and I am pretty sure he didn't lock teh door behind him. When I asked about when the charges show up, he lied and hinted it may have been another brother. Then I threatened to file a police report. And only then did he 'fess up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what do I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-117556060487662558?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/117556060487662558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=117556060487662558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/117556060487662558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/117556060487662558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-what-do-i-do-now.html' title='So what do I do now?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-117494581391685440</id><published>2007-03-26T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:50:13.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, my laptop was fixed over the weekend. I don't have internet at home yet and I really can't afford it right now, so don't expect much from me. ( I know, I know, you don't!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom's "boyfriend"(J) tried teaching me to drive a motorcycle this weekend. It wasn't that bad. I didn't fall, didn't break anything ( on me or the bike) and didn't look like too much of an idiot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know nothing of gears or about a clutch for that matter, so really it could have been worse. We did this on an older Buell he has and then later we went for a ride. He also has a Harley, so me ang J were on that and my brother and his girl were on the Buell. We were gone for a good hour and I remembered why I don't ride a whole lot. Very stiff today. But it was prettyu windy out and we were driving my the lake so that might have had a bit to do with the soreness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom, birth mom, is pregnant again. This makes baby 8 and pregnancy 11, I think. Not really sure anymore. But she is 43 and had a really bad misaccriage at 5 1/2 months in October of 2005, so I don't know how this will go. She has a sonogram on Thursday, hopefully all is well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I should really work ont his keeping in touch thing, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-117494581391685440?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/117494581391685440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=117494581391685440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/117494581391685440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/117494581391685440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you Miss Me?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-116221601306127587</id><published>2006-10-30T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:30:25.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Seasons and 48 hours later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Call me sad or whatever, but the not knowing what was gouing on was driving me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I bought the first to seasons of VM and watched them. In two days.  So now I am pretty much caught up. I've watched all of seasons three so far but I didn't tape it so during thefirst hiatus I am going to have top make sure I catch the repeats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-116221601306127587?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/116221601306127587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=116221601306127587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116221601306127587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116221601306127587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-seasons-and-48-hours-later.html' title='2 Seasons and 48 hours later'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-116179797491224526</id><published>2006-10-25T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:39:34.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay someone needs to fill me in on the first two seasons of VM. I live in Iowa, I couldn’t get cable and I really missed out. Who is Lily Kane? Why is she so important? I figured out she was murdered and all that, but what’s the story.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably just get the first two seasons. Maybe I will add that to my Christmas list. I still needs GG6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please clue me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-116179797491224526?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/116179797491224526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=116179797491224526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116179797491224526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116179797491224526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/10/veronica-mars.html' title='Veronica Mars'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-116172925045024843</id><published>2006-10-24T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:34:10.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As for Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Confusing to say the least, but we already know I am hopeless when it comes to this topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I really did give up on K. I just can't do this whith him anymore. His drinking is a real issue and I am not willing to be any part of any man's many. I don't really care if he says their just friends. I'm a freind too, so I can infer a lot here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I did meet this nice guy a few months back. T***. We met at a club, surpsingly enough, a few weeks after my birthday. Not much happened, we exchanged numbers. And he let me know the next time he was in town and we met up again. Since then we spend a lot of time texting. It's great. His mind is as dirty as mine, if not dirtier. He's really into tattoos and peircings, and like me he doesn't do drugs or smoke, which is a really big thing for me. He works nights and he lives over an hour away, but he has weekends off. Who knowsd where it will go or what will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For now it's kinda nice to get to know someone again. I like to ask him random questions and he doesn't think I am a dork. He just started to come back with some of his own. Some days he's the only person I talk to outside of work or school. It's kinda nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-116172925045024843?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/116172925045024843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=116172925045024843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116172925045024843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116172925045024843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-for-guys.html' title='As for Guys'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-116164371237644923</id><published>2006-10-23T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:49:05.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I suck at updating for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I moved -- To Altoona. It's a burb. I consider it the east side for people with money! I live alone, so no roommates to cramp my style, but I am beyond broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am dealing with this whole possibly adopting a half brother that lives in Phoenix because my dad is in jail and his mom's a flake. Guess that's just my dad's type. I had to fly down there the weekend before Midterms and turns out it was the weekend before I moved. Uber Busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't have a computer at home. I had one, for about a week, and then I returned it because moving with an empty savings account = dumb. Which I am not so I didn't do it. Side note -- when I do get a new computer (February, cross them fingers) I will have high speed internet so neener neener. Trust me, anyuthing is better than dial up in the boonies, K? K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School, it sucks, but foe some reason I decide to torture myself and keep going. I have life goals and this will help me get there. I Hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Was that enough? I can continue. I have a nephew that spends at least one day a week with me and a full time job I could rant about. Trust me, I could go on and on about other people's stupidity and how it affects me as an accountant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I keep pulling out that fic I started over a year ago. I want to finish, cuz I don't leave things undone, so maybe it will happen soonish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am loving eth new season of GG. No stones please, but I actually happen to kinda like L/C together. But Lorelai isn't not the main reason I watch the show, so I don't obsess over her ships like I do Rory's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M already knows how I feel about Heroes. LOVE IT!!! Then again, I loved X-Men comics forever and this whole mutant things is exciting. (Yes, I do have a closet full of comic books. I just can't get rid of them. Trust me, moving that carton up to a third floor apartment really made me realize I have too much crap!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, that's right third floor. WHy? Vaulted ceilings. I have a lot of room, since it's two bedrooms and just me and my myriad of personalities, but this makes hte place seem HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&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/12336527-116164371237644923?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/116164371237644923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=116164371237644923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116164371237644923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/116164371237644923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-suck-at-updating-for-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115714719988527096</id><published>2006-09-01T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:46:39.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this was my first week of classes. I had forgotten why I liked the online classes so much better. Man, did I get a great reminder last night. It was econ, just macro for some reason my credit refused to transfer. No big deal. We went over the basics. This wasn’t exactly rocket science. We started talking about graphs, x axis, y axis, constant slope. We had an easy example on the board. It was a basic graph with income on the x axis as the independent variable and consumption on the y axis as the dependent variable. Then the teacher added a function of Income that crossed that first constant slope graph. With me so far?  We went over how some people’s income is enough to match their consumption, people that live paycheck to paycheck. We go over people that have a higher income than consumption and that savings usually makes this part up. And then we get to people who consumer more than their income allows. We talk about people borrowing money, taking out loans, debt. The works. We are in college, we should all know about asking out loans and consuming more than you actually make. And then she says it. “I’m confused” What?!?! What are you confused about? Did you not just hear the teacher explain that that person is in dept. “But how do they consumer more than their income” Seriously, we listed off several factors including welfare and food stamps. How did she not get it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right. I can’t stand the slow people. Especially since this girl was obviously a freshman and I know for a fact that in Iowa it is a requirement that all seniors in high school must pass both Macro and Micro econ to graduate. It’s been over five years for me and I got this. I knew I should have taken this online. I really debated this for a week or two. I decided in class would be better for me because the online classes entailed a lot of online quizzes and essay questions for homework. And with my coworker out on maternity leave, my work load has doubled. I knew I wouldn’t have the time I would by taking the class one night a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the slow person, there’s the loud talker. That has a story and an opinion on everything. So we spent half the class listening to her damn tangents about everything. At one point we got onto the topic of Katrina and the whole insurance mess. And the Loud Talker just got a new job at one of the larger insurance companies here in town. So we got to listen to talk about the different loopholes in homeowner’s insurance. Like lightening coverage will cover damage done to personal affects but not structural damage. Like I care! If I need to know about homeowners insurance, which I don’t, I will be sure to ask my insurance provider. I would not waste class time, in a class that last three hours once a week. GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my week, how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that was just one class. Huh. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115714719988527096?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115714719988527096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115714719988527096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115714719988527096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115714719988527096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-this-was-my-first-week-of-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115671123675748392</id><published>2006-08-27T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:19:20.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School, Oh back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I was reading M's livejournal and realized I have yet to mention the hell I have gone through at the community college I have been attending, trying to get back to school. It's been an ongoing struggle for about, oh three months. Whym you ask. Because I am an independent student. And in order to be declared independent I have to basically give blood, pull hair, and give them my tax returns as well as documentation as to every place and breath I have taken in the last five years. Fun, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, but I did have to go through all sorts of crap. And I realy don't see why, when I did it last year and it wasn't this difficult. Not to mention, now I have a file and it should have been easier. No. Not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Classes start Monday. Well, tommorrow, I guess. I am still debating if I want to take the one online or if I want to give up another precious night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115671123675748392?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115671123675748392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115671123675748392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115671123675748392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115671123675748392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-school-oh-back-to-school.html' title='Back to School, Oh back to school'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115611087168079723</id><published>2006-08-20T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:23:03.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; much of one but I am still a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I was talking about going out with K last time. I we did go out. But I think there was some mis-communication. Acyually, no I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was thinking date. And apparently K thinks I'm a good time girl. WellI sure as hell didn't have a good time. First I'm supposed to meet him at his palce at three. I can understand that, I kinda live out there and it's difficult to find, he's only dropped me off at my place once, when my car was in the shop and I needed a ride home. So, fine. I am almost ready, waiting fo rmy jeans to get out of the dryer when he texts me and tells me to take my time he's running a little late. No big deal, I needed to fill my gas tank and I this gave me a chance to stop at the mall down the street from his place to buy a new belt (my pants are little too loose and I just broke my plain black one). I get there and his little brother was there. I don't miss teenagers, not at all, is all I can say about his brother. He just kept going on about violence and needing a gun and blah blah blah. Please, he's 13 and in the middle of Iowa. I'm not saying violence doesn't happen here, because I know it does and we do have gangs and all sorts of other crap, but trust me, this hasn't even come close to any of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  And then John shows up. John is a freind of K's, has been for a few years, but he creeps me out. Like I would never want to be alone in a room with him. Ever. So we leave to take K's brother home. And while were there K picks up a package he got in the mail at his mom's. I guess he met some girl from Seattle on My Space and she sent him some CD's and a t-shirt that didn't get washed before she sent it because hes wearing and he smells like her. Irritating, No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  While we are at the bar, actaully several different bars, I pretty much get ignored for his cell phone. He's constantly texting people or calling people. At one point he had me answer his phone because it was a restricted number and he has a psycho ex that had already called him once that night. So I answer and the girl tells me her name so I tell and he wants me to ask for her date of birth and I do, cause I'm a retard and she gets pissed so I hang up. Well turns out it's another friend of his and she was now pissed and they were fighting. Over the phone. Outside thebar I'm waiting for Kyle in.  And I'm with another friend of his that I had met maybe two hours before. Now I'm not much of one for bars. People go to bars to socialize, smoke and drink. I don't smoke, I'm not much of a drinker, and I think most people suck. Mean, yes, but for the most part true. I had already taken K's keys from him because It hought he had too much to drink, so when we left that ba to go to a different one,  I just drove myself to my car and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And K has no idea why I'm mad. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I think now is a good time for me to finally accept that we are done. We were never meant to be more than friends and when I finally start to let him in, I'm just going to get walked all over. So I have to be done, because I can't do that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115611087168079723?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115611087168079723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115611087168079723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115611087168079723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115611087168079723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-just-girl.html' title='I&apos;m Just a Girl'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115600395251114934</id><published>2006-08-19T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:12:32.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic Scuba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I have decided my brother Steven is psychic. THursday I ended up leaving work early because of my impending death. I get to my car, pull out of the parking garage and Steven calls. He just needed to borrow some casxh cause he was broke and needed gas money. As in he was a mile from a gas station and was going to have to stop because he couldn't get any further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday, I decided to head out of work earlier. i knew I was going to babysit Baby D overnight because Steven wanted to go to the Iowa State Fair, again. So I was headed out at about 3:30 so I could try to catch a movie or just take a nap. I get to my car, get out of the parking garage and Steven calls. Devin is having a bad day at daycare, can I go get him now. Sure Steve, I'll just do that you Psychic SOB. Er. So no movie no nap, I just dumped to kid back on his 'rents and now I get to go back to bed, because satan's child wakes up a t 6 IN THE MORNING! seriously kid, sleep in while you can, do this children know anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm meeting K at a bar later. At three, in the afternoon. Why he thinks I plan on drinking at three i have no idea. This is why him and I dating never really works out. I barely like bars, I really don't enjoy spending a Saturday afternoon drinking in one. Hell, that's what my backyard is for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Iowa State Fair. It ends tomorrow. I've already gone twice and I'm pretty sure I gained ten pounds while I was there. Wells Fargo had a free private concert for their employees and we got in free that day. It was Train this year. They sing Meet Virginia if you have no clue who they are. Anyway I wasn't too impressed and it was too freakin hot in the Grandstand, not to mention there was a local bad at a free stage on the way in so we left after about twenty minutes. The local band was great though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115600395251114934?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115600395251114934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115600395251114934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115600395251114934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115600395251114934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/08/psychic-scuba.html' title='Psychic Scuba'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115593324409655228</id><published>2006-08-18T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:34:04.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eh another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought I died last night. I got this massive fever. I felt like I got a fill body sunburn. And now my voice is shot and I can't breath out my nose. Great huh. Not to mention brushing my teeth this morning was great, what with the gagging and all. And I smell the the menthol-lyptus cough drops I've been munching on all day. And M with the damn camel toe song. I saw her post and had to comment with the lyrics, so of course they've been stuck in my head ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I got all ecited about going to see clerks 2 in theaters before I left for Oregon, biut it came out the weekend before I left and I refuse to go to a mocvie the week it come sout because I hate crowds and then when I get back it's not in theaters any more. Now doe that suck or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115593324409655228?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115593324409655228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115593324409655228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115593324409655228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115593324409655228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/08/eh-another-day.html' title='eh another day'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115583050448897377</id><published>2006-08-17T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:01:44.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead or anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just been super busy. I got back from Oregon okay. We have to fy in and out of Omaha because flying in and out of DSM is just retarded. It costs about an extra $100-200 every time and it's just easier to spend the two hours driving to Omaha. Grandma settled in all right. Shw moved into her apartment about a week after I left and bought a new car. Her brother Bob, he's a truck driver, calls every now and then to check up on me and my brother. With grandma in Oregon, we don't really have any other close relations here in Iowa, even though there are about 100 different freakin cousins. I swear they were determined to set me up before I left. It was kind of irritating. And I so SO did not miss hte humidity while I was gone. Came back to a lovely freakin rain storm, no lightening what-so-ever, just water and humidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Work has been crazy. One of my co-workers is going on maternity leave tomorrow. She was Due last Monday. I am taking over most of her workload. Which means I am woking a bit of overtime. And then classes start in a week and a half. And teh damn financial aid office has screwed everything up and taken there sweet time granting me independent student status. Thank goodness i won't have to go through that crap any more. It's getting old. My parents are in prison or recovering drug addicts, I don't talk to my mom any more than necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still have no computer at home. It's just been one thing after another. And I may end up getting custody of my half brother in Arizona. We fly down there the last weekend in September to make a plan of action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115583050448897377?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115583050448897377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115583050448897377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115583050448897377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115583050448897377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-dead-or-anything.html' title='Not dead or anything'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115423631248220856</id><published>2006-07-30T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:11:52.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am in Oregon. It took four days to drive, following a 14 foot Penske truck almost all the way. I hate, HATE driving through Nebraska. It is the most boring drive ever. We stayed with an Uncle Monday night just south of Des Moines and had a huge home cooked meal. Iowa chops and Peches and Cream corn, fresh picked. I love summer food in Iowa. We left Tuesday adn six in the morning, drove through Nebraska, stopped at Cabela's in Sidney and then stayed with a cousin in Denver, where we had Colorado peaches in a cobbler. (I'm a little obsessed with food right now, can you tell?)  Day two was from Denver to Wendover, Nevada. Drivinf through Wyoming was kind of boring, but there were a few wicked mountain passes. Grandma let me drive quite a bit 'cuz she was white knuckling it on the mountains. Day three we went from Wendover to Lakeview, Oregon. Aunt betty went a head with the truck and got to Roseburg that evening, but Grandma and I wanted to go to Crater Lake National Park and it was easier to stay another night and go on day four than to drive to Roseburg and back track to teh park a day or two later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  So we got into Roseburg around five on Friday. Today we unloaded the truck and loaded the fridge. We visted the metal shop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bkmetalarts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;http://www.bkmetalarts.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  and Vern (Aunt Betty's BF)  has a lot of cool dragon peices that I absolutley love. He's working on a lot of Celtic crosses on sheilds that I also absolutely love. I may end up going home with quite a bit of metal art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  We are going into Eugene on Monday and stop by the coast and do some crabbing on the way back, On Tuesday I go home from Portland, but Monday night I am supposed to go out with one of the cousins. I think Betty is determined I go home with some new male freinds, she keeps mentioning all these guys she works with and even had one stop by today to help. I think it's kind of funny, but hey, I can always use a few new freinds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I should be able to post more later, and I will et everyone know how it all came out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115423631248220856?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115423631248220856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115423631248220856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115423631248220856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115423631248220856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/07/vacation-time.html' title='vacation time'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-115023660997126373</id><published>2006-06-13T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:19:33.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/205833-R1-06-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/205833-R1-06-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/205833-R1-10-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/205833-R1-10-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have pictures of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-115023660997126373?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/115023660997126373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=115023660997126373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115023660997126373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/115023660997126373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/06/bonus.html' title='Bonus!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114850514288662940</id><published>2006-05-24T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:23:05.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He reads!  and I have PROOF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/848540-R1-015-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/848540-R1-015-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/848540-R1-013-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/848540-R1-013-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my supposedly HOT brother. I don't see it, really. He dropped out of high school rather than repeat sophomore year for a thuird time. I have never seen him read at all. But I finally convinced him that by not reading the HP books he was erally missing a lot of the story in teh movies. And he listened. So here is proof to the world that my "little" bro can, in fact, read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is the reason he even watches the HP movies. It's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And he's actually getting through them fairly quickly. He's on the fourth book and it's only been about 5 weeks since he started the first one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&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/12336527-114850514288662940?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114850514288662940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114850514288662940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114850514288662940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114850514288662940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-reads-and-i-have-proof.html' title='He reads!  and I have PROOF!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114797412998892602</id><published>2006-05-18T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:48:01.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/845724-R1-008-2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/845724-R1-008-2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/845724-R1-040-18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/845724-R1-040-18A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Baby D loves his Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not even two and he's a genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-114797412998892602?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114797412998892602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114797412998892602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114797412998892602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114797412998892602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-share.html' title='Another Share'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114797400974815921</id><published>2006-05-18T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:40:09.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So trent reznor's 41st B-day was yesterday. 41! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just had to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-114797400974815921?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114797400974815921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114797400974815921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114797400974815921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114797400974815921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/05/holy-potatoes.html' title='Holy potatoes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114754208330658921</id><published>2006-05-13T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:41:23.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love mine I really do especially after I paid it off. But it seems like every time I make plans to do something a little different or just for my self, my car spoils it for me. I was going to go out of town for a concert, visit the rock and roll hall of fame, yeah, No. Didn't happen. Put over 700 dollars into my brakes instead. Lovely huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh well, I might being going to visit my dad in July/August. I hope. I will be driving to Portland well somewhere close to portland, not sure exactly where, the last week of july and then i'll wither fly or hop a bus or train to tucson and hopefully fly beck to Des Moines. We'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But since grandma is moving out of state, we are finally going to have the memorial for my Aunt Barb, she passed at christams two and a half years ago and she was cremated but we kept waiting to have the memorial. Not really sure why, I think no one was ready for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-114754208330658921?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114754208330658921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114754208330658921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114754208330658921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114754208330658921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/05/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114719453120495510</id><published>2006-05-09T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:29:56.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola, Buenos Dias</title><content type='html'>I've been gone for so long I forgot everything. My life has gotten a little odd for me. I work a nine to five job (why is it a nine to five job anyway? I get there before eight and I usually leave after five. They've babmoozled us I tell you) A couple days a week I help out my grandma in the home office. I still haven't managed to buy my new computer which really bites since my laptop finally died about four weeks ago. I was going to last month and then put it off for the memorial day sales to try and save some money and I'm really gald I did cause I needed the money to get my car fixed. I still need to get my brakes looked at but hopefully here in the next month.&lt;br /&gt;I heard from my dad. I was worried for a while there. He got so stressed he kind of shut every one out. I have a four year old brother in Arizona that is in the foster care system because both his parents are in jail on drug charges. Isn't that nice? So I had to call my dad's lawyer to see if there was anything I could do. ANd guess what. He'll have to stay in foster care for a while and even if htey do severe his parents rights I may not be able to adopt him. And Why? Because Arizona is trying to pass a law that make it so only married couples can adopt children. What kind of crap is that?!!?! I hate that they try to make it so gay couples can't adopt. THey never consider the bigger picture, like maybe I want to adopt my brother so he doesn't have to live with strangers when he has family that can take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-114719453120495510?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114719453120495510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114719453120495510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114719453120495510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114719453120495510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/05/hola-buenos-dias.html' title='Hola, Buenos Dias'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114417222194150728</id><published>2006-04-04T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:44:43.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there</title><content type='html'>I suck at this whole regular posting thing. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Life got crazy. Who knew working a normal job would kick my hind end. I don't have time for anything right now it seems.  I sleep pretty much all weekend and wake up long enough just to do my laundry. I'm finally getting a routine down now so hopefully I shall be heard from more often.&lt;br /&gt; Mini rant -- Tom Cruise and the whole scientology crap. I read last week in a mag that they ordered giant postcards for when she delivers that basically tell her she can't scream while in labor. What kind of crap is that? It's harmful to the baby's psyche. Man, she pushing "something the size of a watermelon out of somethinf the size of a lemon." Let her scream. I love how it went from midwives believing a woman had to go through the pain to make up for the sins of Eve to she can't scream or she's going to permanently scar her baby for life. Like Tom's mom didn't scream or make other loud noises while she was in labor.&lt;br /&gt;OK I think that's it. For the most part I don't care about this whole religious fads type things but this just irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-114417222194150728?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114417222194150728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114417222194150728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114417222194150728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114417222194150728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-there.html' title='Hello there'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-114091587917587445</id><published>2006-02-25T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T06:46:37.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, okay it's been two weeks but remeber I just started a new job, k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NIN last week. It was beyond awesome. I took my sister she had her first baby early in January and this was the first time we had been able to go out and have fun together. The show was incredible, you can go to Steph's site for pictures and a review. I was just glad they played some of my favorites. Even Hurt was played and I really didn't think they would do that one. I ran into this kid I went to Simpson with, I never really saw him at school I only knew him from my first May Term trip, his girlfriend was my roommate the entire trip. They broke up which I find hilarious. It was one of those things that just weren't going to last because htey were just way to different from each other. He was a doll though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my new job. I'm just an accounting clerk, but I think it's great. Weird I know but anyone that knows me knows this is what I always wanted. So with my new hours I've had a little bit of time to work on the fic I promised to write over six months ago. Man I suck. I got some done today, it's just weird coming back to it after so long. At least I made pretty good notes to myself and know where I was taking it. Hopefully I can get it off to M next weekend. Right now I'm still getting used to waking up at 6 in the morning, my body hasn't adjusted yet but I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-114091587917587445?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/114091587917587445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=114091587917587445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114091587917587445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/114091587917587445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-okay-its-been-two-weeks-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113970498984521033</id><published>2006-02-11T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:53:29.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't hink I was this evil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/evil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So it'll be a quiz day today.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;img src="&lt;a href="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289243_Aangst.JPG"&gt;http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289243_Aangst.JPG&lt;/a&gt;" border="0" alt="You represent... angst."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent... angst.You have an extremely cynical outlook on just about&lt;br /&gt;everything. It's okay to sulk and be&lt;br /&gt;depressed, but life is short, and you only&lt;br /&gt;get one. 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Lovely how bored I got at work today. And it's barey 2 yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My name                        Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;childhood ambitions      to be a teacher and writer&lt;br /&gt;fondest memory             holding him for the first time&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack                      alternative is probably the best bet&lt;br /&gt;retreat                             my room&lt;br /&gt;wildest dream                to fly&lt;br /&gt;proudest moment          graduating college knowing I did it on my own&lt;br /&gt;biggest challenge            surviving my mother&lt;br /&gt;alarm clock                     I actually need a new one to go with my new job&lt;br /&gt;perfect day                     good music, my car and a great sunny/breezy day&lt;br /&gt;first job                            working at the fair&lt;br /&gt;indulgence                      Ande’s mint or dark chocolate and a new book&lt;br /&gt;last purchase                Starbucks venti mocha&lt;br /&gt;favorite movie              right now HP GOF&lt;br /&gt;inspiration                    Devin&lt;br /&gt;My life                          is about doing it for myself, one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come on, it's fun. Well more fun than answering stupid people's questions. Only 1 more week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113968790251559692?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113968790251559692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113968790251559692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113968790251559692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113968790251559692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/02/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113867747278429069</id><published>2006-01-30T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:28:34.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beyond pissed. On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://jmarit18.blogspot.com"&gt;Kellie's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;behalf. Seriously, go check out the bullshit that people have been writing to her about not updating her fics quick enough. That's just flipping rude. The girl write's like nobody's business. And she has like 20 stories going at once. So SLight Turns Red and Can't Stay Away have been her main focuses lately. DEAL! The girl is allowed to have a life outside of writing. And guess what most people don't always write for others. It starts out more for themselves. And now I'm just pissed about the whole thing. Lord knows I suck at the feedback thing, but Kellie's stories are awesome. A little unconventional, but still absolutely awesome, especially when you consider her age, in my opinion. I know when I was that age, writing stories with the amount of dedication she has is not something I could do. So kudos to Kellie and I hope you emailed them all back with directions on just right where to shove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113867747278429069?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113867747278429069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113867747278429069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113867747278429069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113867747278429069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/pissed.html' title='PISSED!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113856350184074894</id><published>2006-01-29T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:02:34.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Debates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay. Once again it has been a while. I really haven’t had time lately and it just sucks. I haven’t even been able to pick up a new book in the last few weeks. That’s gonna change though. I stopped at B&amp;amp;N last night to get Cole a gift card for his birthday. Still torn on that decision. I hate the generic cop out of gift cards as gifts, but I really don’t know where things stand with us and I wanted to get him something. A gift card is all I came up with. Some one suggested a flask engraved with his initials. I briefly considered that idea and then tossed it out. It just didn’t seem like a good gift from me. Not really my style. Off track, sorry about that. Anyway I picked up a couple books for me to read. I only had about 5 minutes so I really didn’t pay attention to the story lines of at least two of the books I grabbed, but oh well. If any one comes up with a better idea for a birthday gift for a guy I kind of date, let me know. I have no problem using the gift card for myself and getting him something else. He will be 24 tomorrow. I did finally ask him his middle name. It was really bugging me that I didn’t know that. Eh, Cole and I are just a little odd. I was telling someone last week how we talk often, but never really get to see each other more than once or twice a month. She kind of looked at me funny. What! We’re two very busy people. I work like it’s going out of style and take classes, not to mention on my days off I baby-sit my brother’s kids. He’s the general manager of a restaurant. He works even more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others excuses –er things that have been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quitting my job. Well, not really. I am switching down to part time. The part I love. I am leaving my cushy full time job at Wells Fargo Financial to work for a temp agency to take temp jobs, get this, at Wells Fargo. Why? Because I can’t get a full time accounting job with Wells. My supervisor is kind irritated. Not really at me. She just thinks it looks really bad that someone like me is going to leave this company to go work at a temp agency because I can’t find a job in my chosen career. I think it is f***ing hilarious. I love my job. I don’t necessarily love all the crappy phone calls I take or the pissed of dealers that call and are complete dicks to me, but I love the never ending challenge and the constant learning and change that come with a division like ours. I really want to see this through, but I am not going to let my four plus years of college education go to crap for a job in data entry/customer service. They can straight up bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am torn about moving out of my apartment. I currently live 20-30 minutes away from everything. My job, my brothers, all my friends and just about everything I do. The building across the street from my job with wells was converted into loft apartments. I was planning on putting in an application one because hello, five minute walk to work, it’s right downtown, Starbucks is across the street, it’s wired for high speed internet. It’s about 600 a month all utilities included, but I would have to start paying for my laundry again. I have it figured that what I have to may in rent and laundry is about half of what I pay in gas a month to drive to work. I can park in the parking garage and not pay the $50 for parking in the building lot every month. But if I start working with the temp agency, a lot of my assignments will be in West Des Moines, which is probably 10-15 minutes away from the apartment on a good traffic day, cuz the only way over there is the freeway, which is a orange cone colored nightmare during rush two hours and my assignments are pretty much 9-5. And my “steady income” will be cut in half from Wells and unpredictable from temping. Not to mention the 60 hour work weeks and seven days of working. I really don’t know if I can do this. But I really don’t see what other choice I have. I am not wasting that four year degree and right now, it feels like that is what I am doing. If I don’t move my rent is still 300 a month including everything but my house phone for internet and I don’t pay for laundry, but I will have to spend the gas money to drive anywhere from 20-30 one way to get to work., every day. And with the temping, most of the assignments are still within Wells, usually through mortgage, and there might be problems with me still working part time at Financial. I figure, if I get a good enough offer for a temp to hire instead of just temp, I may put in my two weeks here. I really don’t want to leave, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I Hope everyone enjoys there Sunday. Mine will be spent bored to tears at work. Or working on my mail (I wish it were male) project. One of the two, depends on how motivated I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113856350184074894?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113856350184074894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113856350184074894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113856350184074894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113856350184074894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-debates.html' title='The Great Debates'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113780962290338099</id><published>2006-01-20T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:14:38.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>90s kid...kinda</title><content type='html'>You know you're a 90's kid if...&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE WORN SKORTS AND FELT STYLISH &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my mom tried to make me but i don't even wear shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU YEARNED TO BE PART OF THE BABY-SITTERS CLUB&lt;br /&gt;You use to love playing with your MY Little Pet Shop&lt;br /&gt;You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey, there's nothing wrong with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore a ponytail on the side of your head and had fluffed bangs &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;straight ponytail, no bangs, sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My school was to ghetto for computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You mean I was supposed to stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"&lt;br /&gt;You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still do, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;br /&gt;You remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;br /&gt;You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;br /&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates&lt;br /&gt;You ever got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide&lt;br /&gt;You wore socks over leggings scrunched down &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, never erally into the fashion crazes I quess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS ELEPHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCE"he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stumbed he's toe oe oe and thats the end end end of the elephants show ow ow€"&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;br /&gt;You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare"&lt;br /&gt;You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac and Vicki the Robot from "MY Little Wonder" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss Alf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, just ...No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"&lt;br /&gt;You played and or collected "Pogs" &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still have a couple actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to pretend to be a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger and you owned a Skip It&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere. Do Tamagachis count? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or Furbies, does Furby count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My brother, who's only 14 months younger than me, had the entire sewer "house" and the van, no joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand. (pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were the shit.&lt;br /&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.&lt;br /&gt;You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nahm I always had my ears peirced, so that just seemed weird to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember a time before the WB. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unfortunately yes, I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;You thought it would be so cool to be Alex Mack.&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart..&lt;br /&gt;" Talk to the hand" ... enough said&lt;br /&gt;You thought Brain would finally take over the world &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey, hey, it could still happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"&lt;br /&gt;Repost this if you were a 90's kid and can relate to any of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Holy smokes. Granted I only did about half of these, but crap, am I glad I blocked out most of my childhood.  btw, snagged from Katherine, who snagged from someone else, who probably snagged from yet another person, don't know for sure, but that's the way these things usually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113780962290338099?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113780962290338099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113780962290338099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113780962290338099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113780962290338099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/90s-kidkinda.html' title='90s kid...kinda'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113735063614477976</id><published>2006-01-15T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:04:44.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I actually laughed so hard I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BTW, this is from an online couse I started last week. We had to introduce ourselves to the 'class'. Some were rather interesting. I mentioned this in a comment to M, so I figured I would share. And I thought it was rather nice of me to take out his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My name is J--- O----.  I'll be 31 on Jan. 31.  I live in Des Moines, and I take four other classes at Urban campus.  I plan to graduate next Fall with the Acct. Paraprofessional degree. I stock shelves at the Windsor Heights Hy-Vee on the weekends, so stop in some night for a keg. I'm an Aquarian with Virgo rising and a Libra moon.  This means that I am a dangerous, dangerous man.  Danger is my middle name, by the way. I have no sense of humor. I spent 36 hours completing "Resident Evil 4" on the PlayStation 2.  I know that loyalty is a quality that I have because I have been loyal to Sony's PlayStation video game consoles over the years.  In fact, Sony and I are pretty darn close to our 10 year anniversary.  It's a long-distance relationship, but we make it work. According to my bank, debits mean decrease and credits mean increase.  I have been told that this is not always the case in accounting. Have you ever had cracked fingers?  You know, where the skin just splits, like on the edges of your fingernails?  Stocking shelves in the winter, that happens a lot.  I choose to see it as my red badge of courage. Are you still reading this?  I'm sorry. We have a new cartoon in the Register.  It's called "Brevity".  It's no "Peanuts". Who are you people? I was going to be either a sniper, or an accountant.  The military didn't want me, so here I am. I played the clarinet in grade school.  When I attended Roosevelt High School here in Des Moines, the marching band had plastic cowboy hats.  I have a big head, so you can imagine what it was like to find one that fit.  I never did. Well, that's enough for now. Live long and prosper. J---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but it is Sunday. And I have to work until ten tonight. So I might get bored and post again later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We'll see how my day goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113735063614477976?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113735063614477976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113735063614477976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113735063614477976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113735063614477976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting-introduction.html' title='Interesting Introduction'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113735019764632957</id><published>2006-01-15T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:54:23.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So many post in just two days, sorry I'm trying to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Snagged from Steph yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, he went a little stalkerish on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do with 1,000 plastic spoons? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Build something .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. What is the best thing about your current job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Four 10 hour days and three days off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Do you wish cell phone etiquette was required in class?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is required in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Are you against same sex marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. All for it actually. Learned a lot about the subject while in Scandinavia too. They allow same sex marriages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Have you been on a date in the past week?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Depends on you definition of ‘week’. It was about a week ago during my days off, if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Where are you going on your next vacation?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have to go out to seattle with my grandma in July, I don’t knoe if that counts as a vacation, though. I plan on taking a road trip to Minneapolis here in the next month or so, but that will be on my days off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; 9. Quote a song lyric: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I believe I can see the future, Cause I repeat the same routine. I think I used to have a purpose, Then again that might have been a dream. I think I used to have a voice, Now I never make a sound. I just do what I’ve been told, I really don’t want them to come around, oh no. Every Day is Exactly the Same." NIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. Are most of the friends in your life new or old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Newish, a few from High School Most from after, Only one from before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. Do you own any furniture from Ikea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. Is there even one in Iowa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. Do you like your parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My real mom, not really, my step mo, is awesome and my dad has been in prison or out of state or both for the last ten years and I don’t really know him very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13. Do you still live with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. And I haven’t since I was sixteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14. What state/country are you from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iowa USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15. Tell us about the last conversation you had? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My brother wanted my mom’s phone number. Yeah we really keep in touch with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Where do you see yourself in one month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Right where I am now, thanks for that depressing question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17. What is your favorite smell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cinnamon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19. Do you consider yourself bi-polar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not really, but it seems as though that could change with age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20. What is the time and the outside temperature? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12:14 and it’s pretty nice out. I wore a t shirt a grabbed my jean jacket. I don’t think the weather Gods have figured out that Janury in Iowa means six feet of snow this year. Shhh let’s keep that a little secret, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21. Have you ever done anything vindictive to your coworkers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, actually, Hell Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22. Have you ever gone to therapy? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, but people keep telling me I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Have you ever Played Spin the Bottle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, we usually came up with better games to play with bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24. Have you ever Toilet papered someone's house? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, but it’s been a while and I’ve gotten over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26. Have you ever gone camping? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah… but only for the drunken debauchery that comes with a trip to Apple River. Ahhh, gotta love drunk tubing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27. Have you ever had a crush on your sibling's friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, they tend to be more like extra brothers and that’s kinda sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;28. Have you ever been to a nude beach? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, I think that would scar me for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;29. Have you ever had sex on the beach? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just the drink, I’ve made out on a beach, trust not worth the sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30. Have you ever had a stalker? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, see question 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31. Have you ever gone skinny dipping? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, someday though. It’s on my list for before I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;32. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, and I’ll post that later cause I told M I would.&lt;/span&gt; 33. Have you ever gone to a party where you were the only sober one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, frequently. I’m the DD folks, call me seriously if you ever need a ride. I don’t sleep normal hours and my friends know how I feel about drinking and driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;34. Have you ever been cheated on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not to my knowledge. Most guys I date know how many brothers I have, and while I don’t always date the brightest crayon in the box, they know Ican make them disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;35. Have you ever had sex with one of your opposite sex friends? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes sad but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;36. Have you ever felt betrayed by your best friend? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;37. Have you ever felt like you were just completely rhino raped? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um. No. I don't think so, but ouch. (I’m just goona go with Matt’s answer, I think he covered that fairly well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;38. Have you ever lied to your parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Never needed to. They are always up to more illegal stuff than I could ever get into and after a while I just stopped caring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;39. Have you ever been out of the US? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, see previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;40. Have you ever thrown up from working out?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not since cross country in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;41. Have you ever gotten a haircut so bad that you wore a hat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, but it has gotten pretty close. You should see my driver licence, I think I need to lose this one soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;42. Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food locations? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Probably&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;43. Have you ever gotten so wasted you didn't know what was going on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Once and Never ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;44. Have you ever spied on someone you had a crush on? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;46. Have you ever slept with one of your coworkers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes. He was my boss for about two weeks and then we lived together for about a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;47. Have you ever seen your best friend naked? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No and that doesn’t need to change&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113735019764632957?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113735019764632957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113735019764632957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113735019764632957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113735019764632957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-one.html' title='Another One'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113729745031332407</id><published>2006-01-14T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:10:45.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgot</title><content type='html'>Snagged this from Steph, actually, just now getting around to posting it. Sorry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2005 In Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.      What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Casually dated, for about 2 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.      Did you keep your new year's resolutions? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Didn’t make one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you serious? Only my sister and two of my sister in laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No. Not close anyway, I think a great uncle or something did though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Norway, Sweden, Iceland, Denmark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. What dates from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I suck at remembering dates at least ones that are not birthdays. So I have no clue. But there are some moments I will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Graduating College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The only one out of six kids that is still single. Not much of a failure, just something I notice more as I get older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nope, I am fairly healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Chuck taylors. Black with pinstripes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No one I know, we're troublemakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom and her crappy relationship with her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School, I’m a bit of a nerd. C, can't forget him, he makes me excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2005? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;311- Lovesong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happier, so much so&lt;/span&gt;.b) thinner or fatter? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thinner, buy aboiut 20 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt; richer or poorer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;About the same, maybe a little richer, even though after doing my taxes I made less money. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18. What do you wish you had done more of? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Going out with friends or staying in touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19. What do you wish you had done less of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stressing. I need to worry less about others and take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wishing I had avoided my dad’s side of the family. I know I am not going to enjoy it, but I go anyway. Damn peacemaker qualities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2005? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maybe, I’ll let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;22. How many one-night stands? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gilmore Girls. Las Vegas, Some OTH, but it gets tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25. What was the best book you read? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. My Sister’s Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jon Nicholson, Dispatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;27. What did you want and get? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never really want anything so who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;28. What did you want and not get? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My sanity and a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling pants, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have no clue, it was just another day, I just turned 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;31.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seeing my dad. Working stuff out with Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red, Black, White, blue jeans and my Chuck Taylors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;33. What kept you sane? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ande’s Mints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Josh Duhamel, Keith Urban – it doesn’t get any better than a hot guy on a motorcycle or in jeans and barefoot. Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bush is a retard, let’s just leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;36. Who did you miss? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I made some new friends online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am not dating guys Missie sets me up with. Never again. Chad was a little Psycho. Just a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How bout the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nine Inch NailsSong: Right Where It Belongs&lt;br /&gt;See the animal in it's cage that you built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you sure what side you're on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Better not look him too closely in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you sure what side of the glass you are on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;See the safety of the life you have built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything where it belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feel the hollowness inside of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And it's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Right where it belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if everything around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isn't quite as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if all the world you think you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is an elaborate dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And if you look at your reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it all you wanted to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would you find yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Find yourself afraid to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if all the world's inside of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just creations of your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your devils and your gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the living and the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And you really are alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can live in this illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ou can choose to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You keep looking but you can't find the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Are you hiding in the dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you think you know&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you wanted to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself afraid to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113729745031332407?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113729745031332407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113729745031332407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113729745031332407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113729745031332407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113729739829831676</id><published>2006-01-14T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:56:38.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is going pretty well. Clases started again. I'm just taking some online. So far they are pretty interesting. I've been busy but I haven't really been up to much. I started watching Devin on my days off, and he's just a handful and a half. Some of the girls from work talked me into taking a belly dancing class though the local public schools, that starts Wednesday. I'm kinda looking forward to that, never done any dance, so we'll just see if I can do it. And maybe I can work off a few more pounds before my brothers wedding this summer. Heather, my soon to be SIL's, Dress came in on Thursday. It is gorgeous. I can try to post a pic later. It's perfect for her. I still need to figue out my dress. We have on, but it's not quite right so I may go get a better one that I Like more. She said it's up to me, but I still want it to be her decision, it is her wedding day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I started seeing C again. He apoligised for not returning my calls and for not always being around as much as we would have liked. We'll see how it goes this time. His birthday is this month. A friend suggested a gift of a engraved flask with his initials. I have no clue. None. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Umm, not much else going on. My sister had her baby on the second. My oldest brothers wife might be pregnant again. God I love birth control. It's just great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've spent a lot of time lately reading. Sherrilyn Kenyon came out with Wren's story about a month ago. Love it. I love theDark Hunter, Were stories. It's a different vampire kind of fiction. I finally read My Sister's Keeper, I may have mentioned that before. Rereading some fan fic, including Amy's What A Time it Was, which I want to finish tonight. One of my favorite Trorys, especially after Logan enters the picture. And M, thatnks for all the spoilers. I've had trouble keeping up but you always keep me in the know. Especially on X3, I'm really looking forward to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113729739829831676?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113729739829831676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113729739829831676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113729739829831676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113729739829831676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113616430450974110</id><published>2006-01-01T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:12:12.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw this... said why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiteful Loner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 71% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 57% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself. Combine these traits with your hatred of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Not only that, but you are also a very humble person--not a braggart at all--meaning you could possibly have low-self esteem. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. &lt;p&gt;2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. &lt;p&gt;3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. &lt;p&gt;4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" tuid=""&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/take?testid="&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113616430450974110?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113616430450974110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113616430450974110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113616430450974110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113616430450974110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/saw-this-said-why-not.html' title='Saw this... said why not?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113614072097818524</id><published>2006-01-01T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:58:43.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year my @$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/838038-R1-012-4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b334/firehawktat/838038-R1-012-4A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="300" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;To be a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: red" href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wait... You mean I'm not that way naturally? Are you sure? Cuz almost everyone that has ever met me would say I've got that down. I don't do resolutions in general, but I saw this on Amy's blog and figured, eh, maybe a computer will do better than me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So Happy New Years and all that crap. I hope no one got seriously injured. (I'll apologise now, I'm in a rather..crappy.. sardonic.. sarcastic kinda mood.) I'm at work, on a holiday, and not getting paid Holiday pay because the company recognizes tomorrow as the holiday. I don't really want to be here. It's been an hour and I've taken two calls. Yes two. Waste of my freakin time. I could be sleeping the rest of my cold away. I starting babysitting my nephew on my days off since I don't have classes anymore, so he thought it would be funny to bring me to my knees with his germs. Not really but you get my point. I love my Baby D. He's satan reincarnated, but I love him. That's him up top. Such a cute little $h*t. I decided to be a cool aunt and babysit him while his parents went out for New years. I know, I rock. We decided to watch Elf. He fell asleep before 10:30, though. Go figure, he's only 18 months old. Than I watched Hitchhikers Guide to the Galazy. That was Funny. I think I may go buy that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My sister should have her baby soon. She went onto labor at 4 this morning, but they sent her home aroiund noon because her contractions stopped. Which makes no sense to me, because they think they may have to do a c section because her pelvis is too small. We'll see how that goes. We already know it's a girl. I think her name is going to be Brooklyn. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113614072097818524?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113614072097818524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113614072097818524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113614072097818524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113614072097818524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-my.html' title='Happy New year my @$$'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113544536930778976</id><published>2005-12-24T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:43:56.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so I suck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at updating this. I did great on my finals if anyone cares. My lowest grade was a B- and I think that's pretty damn good when you consider I adctually only went to about 1/2 to 2/3 of the classes. It was boring and easy, and the project she gave us three class days for, keep in mind this is a once a week class at three hours a day, took me less than two hours. Yeah, Payroll accoutning was definately a cake class. My pottery turned out beautiful. I', giving my mom teo of my mugs for Christmas. She hard to shop for. She likes stuff I think is ugly and I like stuff she thinks is weird. My mom once tried to dress in all Tommy. I wore the outfit once. I'm sorry the thought of spending $60 on a tank top I probably wouldn't but for $12 with an ugly logo on it makes me cringe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And speaking of shopping it's Christmas Eve and surprisingly Merle Hay Mall wasn't packed. I was shocked. And I am so po'd that I even had to go to the mall today. I had all my shopping done over a week and a half ago. I had to special order my brothers gift. he likes the Sickbot t-shirts and we went to Radical Cycle to order a few. So I called on Thursday to see if my order was in like it was supposed to be and apparently the castalog/warehouse they order apparel from has discontinued their apparel line. He said he called and left me a message the day after I placed my order. I say he didn't. So I had to make an emergency run to the mall and Best Buy to cover my brother. And the really crappy part. He knows exactly what he got. I hate that. I really tried to surprise him. The only thing he doesn't know for sure is that I got him a new ball cap. Woo-hoo. It looks exactly like tho one he has now, except it's actually still white. And it was still on his list. Grrr. Now I am at work. For six hours which is cool, because the most anyone will work today is six hours and we'll get paid for the rest of our hours. And since I work 10 hour days...it's like free money. The crappy part abiout this is that I work 10 hours on Sundays, too, but I will only get 8 hours holiday pay. Which means I have to come in on one of my days off to work a few hours. Blah. I also have another interview next week. With a temp agency. For a full time temp to hire entry level accounting position. Is it wrong that I am seriously considering giving up a full time job with benefits that I have had for two years now to go work for a temp agency? If I did, I think I would stay on here on weekends, at least until I know If i get the new job. The thought of not having insurance worries me. A lot. I have been responsible for having my own isurance for at least 5 years now. I don't like having to worry about how to pay the doctor. It doesn't sound like fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Christams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy Hannukah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Kwanzaa (?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enjoy the Holidays folks, just be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113544536930778976?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113544536930778976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113544536930778976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113544536930778976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113544536930778976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-so-i-suck.html' title='Okay, so I suck...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113461370504505791</id><published>2005-12-14T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:29:35.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, So sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm almost done with finals. One more in the morning and my art critique for my pottery class tomorrow. Then I am sitting down to finish my fic. And I still have to do my Christmas Shopping. Crap I hate the holidays. I haven't even bought a tree, forget about decorating. At least I only have to worry about cooking dinner and not shopping for it. And I really only have three things to buy for gifts.&lt;br /&gt;The new guy, Chad. Didn't work out. I got serious flashbacks form the last major relationship I was in and now I am running scared. He was older, divorced, had kids. I ended up being the live in babysitter. And Chad kept calling me hunny or baby or sweetie. That crap drives me nuts. Once in a while is okay, every other word out of his mouth? Nuh uh not standing for it. I think I just might be a little too independent right now to be able to get serious with a guy. I kind of like being alone. I really don't like having someone wanting to know where I am and what I am doing every second of the freaking day. Seriously, he would call me every night and we would be on the phone for an hour because he wanted to know what I was doing all day at work. I was at work I answer phones, that's what I do. Not to mention I misplaced my cell phone for about two days (it fell under the couch, have no clue how) and it took forever to find it because my ringer was off from me being at work. He called about 12 times and texted me about 8 more. He knows I work 10 to 12 hour shifts four days in a row. I explained all this to him. On the weekends, I don't talk to anyone other than my brother. Gah, No more. Hopefully he's gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the 311 concert, that rocked. Had to leave early cause I can't handle large crowds, that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Invisible Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/invisible-ex.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're so over your ex, you hardly even remember you have an exYou prefer leave all of the baggage behind you - far, far behindAs they say, indifference is the opposite of love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Ex Are You?&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/12336527-113461370504505791?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113461370504505791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113461370504505791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113461370504505791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113461370504505791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-so-sorry.html' title='Sorry, So sorry'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113357826891617818</id><published>2005-12-02T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:49:28.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh another one...</title><content type='html'>Because Steph wants me to. And I really don’t mind tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are as follows :Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump everyone up one place; then add your blog to the #5 spot.&lt;br /&gt; 1. &lt;a href="http://weareyeprotection.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://bowlofjerrys.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://vxoh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;VideoX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://stenephie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://firehawktat.blogspot.com"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next select 5 friends to piss off:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://donutshoppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://abc-bookjunkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone else who wants to. I’m not much of a tagger. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;  1995--- I have no clue. This was before my mom starting having more kids, so probably tormenting Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;br /&gt;  What’s with the hard questions. I barely remember last week, forget a year ago. Uh, actually, I would hav eprobably been babysitting for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 snacks you enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. animal crackers&lt;br /&gt;2. beef jerky&lt;br /&gt;3. hot tamales&lt;br /&gt;4. dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5. veggies in ranch dressing or strawberries and cool whip, veggies in winter strawberries in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs to which you know all the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;This only works if the song is playing, so …&lt;br /&gt;   1. Mary janes Last Dance – Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;   2. Love Song – 311 ( I get to go to the concert next Friday ;P&lt;br /&gt;   3. Low – Cracker&lt;br /&gt;   4. Fade to Black – Metallica Actually, make that almost all things Metallica&lt;br /&gt;   5. You – Candlebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you would do if you were a millionare:&lt;br /&gt;  1. make my own neighborhood for my family, just outside city limits&lt;br /&gt;  2. New car, nothing flashy just new.&lt;br /&gt;  3. pay off the student loans and the rest of my education&lt;br /&gt;  4. Invest, and wisely&lt;br /&gt;  5. Fully loaded cd, book, movie collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;  1. I don’t listen very well&lt;br /&gt;  2. procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;  3. Kinda bitchy&lt;br /&gt;  4. Cussing ^&lt;br /&gt;  5. Drink to much caffeine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you like doing:&lt;br /&gt;  1. reading&lt;br /&gt;  2. school&lt;br /&gt;  3. being with my nephew/other family&lt;br /&gt;  4. listening to music, concerts&lt;br /&gt;  5. writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you would never wear again:&lt;br /&gt;  1. white eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;  2. that blue prom dress, the one from jr year&lt;br /&gt;  3. The white dress, I’m not telling&lt;br /&gt;  4. the cool shoes that cut my heels, there cute but too painful. Way to painful.&lt;br /&gt;  5. the pink glitter fishnet tights. It was Halloween but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Life has been crazy, Fun, but crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a club the Funnybone to see a hypnotist J medicine hat. It was hilarious, i highly recommend going if he is ever in your area. But anyway. I went becasue my freind Missie invited me and some other freinds of hers. long story short, Chad asked me out. i just met him On Wed. I went to his place for movies and pizza on THursday. I am going to call him tonight when I get off work. He's a real sweetheart. I guess he's pretty shy. He had asked Missie if she thought I would go out with him, then she called me and was going to try and set up a double date but I don't really get along with her guy so i told her to just give Chad my number and have him call me. And he did, at 8:30 in the morning. It wasn't that big of a deal, Missie had told him I would be up fo rclass and he apologized, But I had met him roughly 13 hours before and he was already calling to ask me out. I like him. I really do. the only thing taht throws me... I'm 22, in my 5th year of college with at least 2 more to go. He's 32, divorced and has 3 kids. The kids I'm okay with. The age thing makes me a little uncomfortable, at least until he meets my family and then when they are cool about I'll relax a little. The ex wife thing, I hate that, especially since there are kids involved. That part could get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It seems a little fast to me. I like to take things kinda slow, if I go too fast I have a tendency to get hurt, bad. I've dated an older gut before, he was seperated, took him most of the time we were together for the divorce to be final and he had kids. I think I can handle it again, especially since he doesn't have custody and the divorce is already final. I think I just need for my brother to be okay with this and I should be too. How wrong is that? i want my brother to meet him, so that I can be more comfortable with having a relationship with someoen 10 years older than me. Bonus points, he's also a nonsmoker and his family might be almost as weird as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113357826891617818?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113357826891617818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113357826891617818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113357826891617818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113357826891617818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/12/huh-another-one.html' title='Huh another one...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113322413887393619</id><published>2005-11-28T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:42:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty, Naughty Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been bad. I know it, you know it. Now we can all get over it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am a procrastinator. Uh huh, &lt;em&gt;Nods&lt;/em&gt;. Yep, that's me. I said I'd have my fic finished by now. Still don't. Whose surprised. Not me that's for sure. I just can't get this scene out on paper it is driving me insane. I have the damn thing in my head, we are talking surround sound big screen here and I just can't get it on paper the way I want it. And thinking about that statement is just to dirty for words here folks. I have the end written. I'm just missing one scene, it is just that it is the whole fun part of the fic. Huh, I'll get it out eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is a pic of me and Alidia Sue, my newest neice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And some other pics from Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The two couple are Steven and Heather on the Left and Damien and Star on the right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I don't know if htis whole picture deal is gonna work. But I'm trying here folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Other news in my life. Uh skipped work today. Just couldn't go. Just...yeah wasn't happening. I had my interview for the accounting position I've been eyeing the day before thanksgiving. I'll know on Friday, supposedly. I really hope I get this position. I think the interview was fabulous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uh, went and saw harry potter. Think I'll go again here in teh next two weeks or so. I want to go see walk the line, I've been reading a Cash biography even before I knwe about the movie coming out. Tyler Hilton as Elvis is that weird or what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113322413887393619?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113322413887393619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113322413887393619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113322413887393619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113322413887393619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/naughty-naughty-girl.html' title='Naughty, Naughty Girl...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113233055780266907</id><published>2005-11-18T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:15:57.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Quick Note</title><content type='html'>Life in Iowa sucks I hate cold weather and I hate snow and ice even more. I don't even like Ice in my soda. And here the ground is covered in it. And I drive a car without anti lock brakes. Go figure. I'm almost done with my SP fic. Sorry. I got stuck and then when I got unstuck I decided to change the ending so me being stuck was just a waste of time. It's about 3/4 of the way writtn i just need to type it up and get it to M. So hopefully I'll finish it up after work tonight. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new niece. Her name is Alidia Sue. Born 11-16-05 at 12:21 pm 7 pounds 10 ounces. SHe looks just like her sister Emilia. I think they will have the same eyes. They are exactly 1 year, five days and about an hour apart in agee. And I had baby D with me all day on Tuesday, the kid is a riot. He just got a hair cut exactly lik his dad's so now his ears stick out even more. HE's a trip. I wrote another letter to my dad. Well not really a letter, more like a long not in the Thanksgiving card I sent him. I also have a birthday card for him, I kinda forgot his birthday is this weekend, but now I'll be able to send him pictures of his newest grandchild as a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a great Idea for anyone in the greeting card industry. A line of cards for people in prison. Seriously, I love my dad and I like sending him cards, but I'm not going to send him a card fulll of lies about him always being there for me cause he hasn't been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113233055780266907?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113233055780266907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113233055780266907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113233055780266907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113233055780266907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/semi-quick-note.html' title='Semi-Quick Note'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113219081149933697</id><published>2005-11-16T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:26:51.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>377 Questions Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ultimate Survey (377 questions long)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;time started:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;631 pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;full name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lindsay Marie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;nickname(s):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;firehawk, L &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;4-8-83 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where were you born:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mercy Hospital, Des Moines, Ia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;zodiac sign:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Aries, the ram &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5'8" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;170 ish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hair color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;today dark brown with purple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;eye color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brownish with green  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shoe size:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;tennis shoes 10, boots and heels, 9 1/2 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ring size:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;8? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;skin type (freckles, tan, albino, etc.):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pasty white with some freckles in winter white with freckles in the summer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;blood type:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;one of hte Os &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;grade:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;one year past college graduation &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;GPA:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;3.0 to 4.0 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;siblings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Damien, Steven, Shannon, Joey, Billy, Sidney, Adam, Rickie, Stevie, Regan, Ronnie, Charles, and I think that's all &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;8, phoenix on my chest, butterfly under my navel, two dragons, a faerie, and a phoenix on my back and a rose on my right ankle &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;6 total in my ears &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hobbies:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;school, reading, music, writing, photography &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;burgundy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;food:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mashed potatoes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;candy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hot tamales or chewy gobstoppers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;type of cheese:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;colby jack &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;pizza topping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mushrooms adn pepperoni &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;salad dressing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;orlando's oily italian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sandwich:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;turkey jack croissant &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cereal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lucky charms &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;fruit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;tomatoes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;vegetable:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cucumbers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;berry:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cake:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not big on cake for my b-day I usually hav strawberry shortcake instead &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;book:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh my god, Just one, are you serious &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;again seriously? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;magazine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;newspaper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;tv show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;GG &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;website:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;too many &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;radio station:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Channel Q &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;font:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Luidia Corsiva &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cartoon character:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Johnny Bravo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;artist (painter):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Amy Brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;actor:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;That depends entirely on the level of hotness we are refering to  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;actress:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Julia Roberts Alexis Bledel  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cd:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Today ... I'd have to say Wallflowers, but I'm in a funky mood. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Again, today, Beck ...Girl &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;music group:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Metallica, Always! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;music type:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Alternative &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;day of the week:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't really have a preference...but I guess Friday...the thirteenth &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;month:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;October  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;season:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Spring... got to love the lightening storms &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;holiday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Halloween &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shampoo:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Body basic Lavender &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;conditioner:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Same &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;number:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;714  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;phrase:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Seriously... Have you met me? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;store:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Waldenbooks &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;weather:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lightening storms &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;restaurant:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't really care...I'm a better cook anyway (ha) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;channel:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I really only watch WB except for Las Vegas, so the WB and WHO &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;teacher:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;weekend activity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't have weekends &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hangout:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;home &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;house color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;anything except the natural beige white crap that is popping up allover suburbia around here &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sport to watch:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sport to play:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;again, no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;flower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;red roses, forget me nots &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;guy's name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Raine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;girl's name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Jade &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;board game:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You I have never eally played any &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;party game:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Asshole &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;story from childhood:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;None, I blocked it all out &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;body part:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cheek bones &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have you ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been on a train:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been on a plane:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been in a car accident:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;caused a car accident:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;run into a wall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;on many an occasion &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;burned a potato chip:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;almost burned the house down:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uh yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been high:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;once a long long time ago &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;broken the law:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;burned a cd (if yes, the one above is yes):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed someone of the opposite sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed someone of the same sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;frenched an animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;had cyber sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gotten engaged:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;had an online relationship:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been rejected by a crush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;loved:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made yourself cry to get out of trouble:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cried in public:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;try not to  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cried over a movie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;fallen asleep in a movie theater:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;given someone a bath:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes, did you see hte list of siblings I have? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been to a boarding school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;only if college counts &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been home-schooled:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lost a valuable item:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep, on a fairly regular basis &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;bungee jumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;skied:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;met the president:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;who would want to? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;met a celebrity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gotten a cavity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shopped at abercrombie &amp; fitch:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made a prank call:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;skipped school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Uh yeah, in a regular basis. man I used to get detention in HS for this and I still graduated with a 4.1 and made valedictorian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;faked sick to get out of school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;purchased something that you knew didn't fit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;climbed a tree:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;fallen from a tree:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;broken a bone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sprained anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;passed out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not recently &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made yourself pass out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been to disney world:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been to a theme park (not disney):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Adventureland, Six Flags, One in Demark I can't remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;said i love you and meant it (not to a relative):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made a model volcano (working model):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made a clover leaf with your tounge:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what did you do yesterday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Babysat my nephew, did some christmas shopping, bought some snowmen peeps &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;memory you miss the most:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;rubbing nate's ears &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;memory you want to forget:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Almost all of it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;something you regretted after it was done:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lance &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;song you heard:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Family Portrit Pink &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cd you bought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pink, Beck , Wallflowers, Garbage &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thing you said:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Goodbye to Steven &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;time you cried:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A couple days ago &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;movie seen in a theater:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate factory &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thing you ate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mashed potatoes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;person who called:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;laura &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;nail polish shade worn:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this funky green &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;time you showered:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this morning &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;person who complimented you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my mom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;at this moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what are you listening to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my computer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what are you wearing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;white pants, Simpson hoodie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what are you thinking:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I need to put away the rest of my potatoes and refill my Koolaid &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what are you scared of most:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;everyone I love dying &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how many people are on your buddy list:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't have a buddy list &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;occupation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;CPA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;marriage site:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;honeymoon:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;place to live:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Probably here &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kids:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;probably not &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;car:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I like my Neon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what are you doing tomorrow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Class &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you think george bush will be reelected:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Already happened and I wish it hadn't &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;will there be a wwIII:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;will politics ever be truthful:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;doubt it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;will humanity snuff itself out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;probably &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can the gov. be changed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;doubt it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;best friend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;funniest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;silliest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;loudest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;quietest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;craziest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;calmest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;skinniest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;best secret keeper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;worst secret keeper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the one you have but don't want:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;smartest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;preppiest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;peppiest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;most hyper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hottest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;weirdest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;biggest pervert:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;most annyoing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shyest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;most religious:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Gusto &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you believe in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;heaven:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hell:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;angels:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;devil:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;god:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don'y really care &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;buddha:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;again ^ &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;aliens:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Do you seriously think we are alone &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ghosts:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;spirit (soul):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;soulmates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;reincarnation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;love at first sight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;karma:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh hell yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;love in general:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;luck:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I can do anything &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who and when was your first crush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I realy have no idea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;any now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a celebrity crush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who do you want to be with right now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;C &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;whos number do you want:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who do you want to kiss:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;C &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is something you dont understand about the opposite sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the whole blowing me off thing, Just tell me you don't want me and I will deal with it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if you could go on a date with anybody, who would it be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't like to dream &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;on scale of one to ten, how romantic are you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;7 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;first thing noticed about the opposite sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Does he make me smile? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you look for personality-wise:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Truthfully, someone who can make me comfortable  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;biggest turn on:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the lightest of touches &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;biggest turn off:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;funky smells &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;something thay weat that turns you on:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;something with texture, I'm big on touch &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;something they wear that turns you off:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;strong cologne &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the most romantic thing you want to happen to you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Just to be loved &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the most romantic thing that has happened to you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;walking downtown with the moon out or watching the sky over the dam &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you wear on a coffee date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jean skirt, sandals, tank top &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is it right to flirt if you're taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is cyber cheating:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are eyes the passegeway to the soul:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who would you like to take to the prom:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Why would I go back to high school? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you want to hug somebody right now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you know what an aphrodisiac is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;describe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;mellow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;calm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;melancholy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;depressed &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the perfect date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a walk at night, some good music &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the perfect mate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't he really exists anymore &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how m&amp;m's are made:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;carefully  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why manhole covers are round:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cause most men are? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one or the other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;coke/pepsi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;coke warm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sprite/7-up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sprite &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;boxers/briefs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;boxers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gold/silver:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;silver &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;vanilla/chocolate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;chocolate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;flowers/candy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;flowers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;book/magazine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;book &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;tv/radio:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;radio &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;glass half empty/half full:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;half empty  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;democrat/republican:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;colored pencils/markers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;colored pencils &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;coffee/tea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;coffee &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sun/moon:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;moon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;day/night:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hot/cold:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;dog/cat:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;button/zipper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;button &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cotton/feather pillow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cotton &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;blue/purple:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dark blue light purple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;plumber/trashman:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ass crack or bad smell, how bout no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;jeans/shorts:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jeans &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;long distance relationship/none:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;mechanical/regular pencil:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;regular &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;matt/ben:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;matt have you seen Bourne Supremecy? Hot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;that 70's show/simpsons:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kelso/eric:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;donna/jackie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;bart/lisa:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;romeo/juliet:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Romeo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;romantic comedy/thriller:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;romantic comedy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;nsync/bsb:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Metallica &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;peanut butter/jelly:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Jam &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;waffles/pancakes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;French Toast &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;letter/email:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Letter &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;florida/california:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;California &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;pizza/burgers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Burgers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hat/visor:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;and mess up my do? hat &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;football/rugby:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;iceskating/blading:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;movie at home/in theater:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;In theater &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;first thing you think of when you hear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;yellow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;butter cup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;red lipstick:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;slut (please don't be offended)  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;socks:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;black preferably &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cowtipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well, I do live in Iowa, but I hav enever done this or heard of anyone who has, Oh and Heathers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;moulin rouge:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I didn't get into it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;greenland:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Icy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;iceland:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Been there, It's freaking Cold &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;harry potter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Getting ready to watch the second movie. i'm prepping for the realease of the fourth movie by watching th emovies and reading the books again &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;red:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Again, Slut red. It's where the ealier comment came from &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;blackberry:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kinda gross &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;rose:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Tattoo, all the girls in teh family have one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;rooster:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I met him as couple time, he's an okay guy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;taxes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hello, I go to school to be an accountant. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;bill clinton:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ass &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;whipped cream:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Some in the fridge, thanks for asking &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;george w. bush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Bigger Ass &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lollipops:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ohh, sounds good &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;dreams:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Are freaking weird the last one had a baby pig demon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I wish  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;guys:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;God get it together already &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;south park:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Funny shit &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;boy bands:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Need to be burned &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;pengiuns:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Tuxedo's ooohhh tuxedo strawberrys yum &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;girls:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;are kinda irritating, can you tell I don't make friends easily &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thong:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uncomfortable to sleep in &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;death:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is an eventuality &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;spoons:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sporks &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;junk mail:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;freaking irritating &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;dairy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really my thing &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;panties:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not usually necesary &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;your father:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;is in jail, just sent him a birthday and thanksgiving card. They really need to start making cards for people that are in jail.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really in the mood for all the grease &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;britney spears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;die &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;vitamin:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ew &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;happy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sad:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not right now &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;religious:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;bitchy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;can be &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;crazy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;messy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;mad:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;slacker:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;can be &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;nerd:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;bookworm:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;jock:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;preppy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;again, hell no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;selfish:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;giving:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;obsessive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;-compulive yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;violent:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;only when pushed too far, you'll know when I get there &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;calm:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;peaceful:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;soemtimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;mellow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;eccentric:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Are you serious? Have you met me? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;caring:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;untrustworthy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;loyal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;to a fault &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;patriotic:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;perverted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;colorful:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;darker colors only &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;artistic:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;miscellanoues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what color is your jacket:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;90% of my clothes are black, what do you think? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you shave:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Where do most girls? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what color is your razor:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;one is blue the otehr is orange &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what size is your bed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;full &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what color crayon would you be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;burgundy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what are the last four digits of you phone number:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;1664 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;feelings on abortion:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not for me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how lond does it take you to shower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bout ten minutes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what does your screenname mean:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;firehawktat I have a tattoo, it's a phoenix.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thoughts on blonde pop stars in general:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ugh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who so you trust the most:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is cussing a necessity in life:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uh yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how about coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Oh hell yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is the world screwed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Most definately &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what something you cant live without:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;books &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what time did you fall asleep:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;usually between one and two &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;know what 69 means:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how about 143:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can you live without a microwave:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do think about death:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it's an eventuality &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where and when do you want to be married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;probably not going to happen &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you want to drop out of school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why is the sky blue:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Why would I care. i can't change it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is a good trait about yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm honest &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you always think about:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Everything I can't change &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is wrong with your school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Are you serious. None of them know what real life is like. Mommy and Daddy ain't gonna take care of you forever kiddies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is right with your school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not much &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how do you react to change:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not to hot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you talk to yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is your opinion on love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;it exists maybe not for me but it exists &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can you afford to lose weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;probably &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what color would you dye your hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I already do  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;best thing anyones told you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have a beutiful smile &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is your reaction to someone telling you you're hot:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;disbelief &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;does being psycho appeal to you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Since I am it better &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if you wrote a book, what would it be about:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;What wouldn't it be about? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what would you change your name to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Wouldn't &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;longest crush lasted how long:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I really don't know &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;tme finished:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;7:21 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S8681/Ultimate_Survey_(377_questions_long).html" title="Ultimate Survey (377 questions long)"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113219081149933697?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113219081149933697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113219081149933697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113219081149933697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113219081149933697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/377-questions-later.html' title='377 Questions Later'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113182029307573393</id><published>2005-11-12T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:38:01.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And it just keeps getting better</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CH/CHA/Chaotic14/1127996053_eedemented.jpg" border="0" alt="demented word tee" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Demented Tee!Your a bit nuts and hell why not be! You see being&lt;br /&gt;normal as being something for losers! You are&lt;br /&gt;the one people look to for out-a-the-box ideas&lt;br /&gt;and great horror flick insight. Your on the&lt;br /&gt;dark side, but your still human as far as we&lt;br /&gt;know. You are often mis-understood, but never&lt;br /&gt;misquoted ,because what you say the most is&lt;br /&gt;usually "Fuck You!" =) Smile!&lt;br /&gt;Your Demented Movie: The ExorcistYour Demented Music: Marilyn MansonYour Demented Accessory: Black LipstickYour Demented future job: Serial Killer or Drug&lt;br /&gt;dealer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Chaotic14/quizzes/%20Askin%20ya....What%20Twisted%20Word%20Tee-shirt%20are%20you%3F%20(%20think%20Demented)/"&gt;  Askin ya....What Twisted Word Tee-shirt are you? ( think Demented)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&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/12336527-113182029307573393?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113182029307573393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113182029307573393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113182029307573393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113182029307573393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-it-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='And it just keeps getting better'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113181980429980849</id><published>2005-11-12T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:23:38.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This just made my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Death angel" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CH/CHA/Chaotic14/1128128681_gelofdeath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel of Death!You are the bringer of bad news, while it's not a&lt;br /&gt;fun job, you are choosen for such a job because&lt;br /&gt;you have a gift for comforting people in thier&lt;br /&gt;time of need. While an angel of death has bad&lt;br /&gt;rep. God does not see it the same. You are&lt;br /&gt;someone people can trust and when something&lt;br /&gt;needs to be done no matter how hard it may&lt;br /&gt;seem, you are the one to do it. Your&lt;br /&gt;determination and sense of responsability is&lt;br /&gt;admired both on earth and in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Chaotic14/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Angel%20will%20you%20be?"&gt;What kind of Angel will you be? ( With pics!!!!!! not anime i'm tired of those)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113181980429980849?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113181980429980849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113181980429980849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113181980429980849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113181980429980849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-just-made-my-day.html' title='This just made my day...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113157632483942186</id><published>2005-11-09T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:45:25.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New snag from Steph:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10 Favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Season: Spring I love the lightening storms in the spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Sport: no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Time: Late night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Month: October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Actor: Just one, are you serious, have you seen some of the hotties out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Actress: Again, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Ice Cream: java chip, my new best friend. Btw, does anyone know if this is caffeine free or not? Kinda curious, cuz I have a feeling it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Food: My lasagna. I miss cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Drink: Usually warm coke in a can, mexican mocha, warm ginger ale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Favorite Place: Saylorville dam, it's a nice quiet place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9 Currents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Feeling: Rushed I have an exanm in two hours and homework due at the same time that I'm not ready for. I like to procrastinate. It's a full time job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current O/S: XP at home, office 03 at work and school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Windows Open: IE, word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Drink: just had starbucks pumpkin spice latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Time: 4:27 pm central standard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Mobile(s) Used : samsung, but I really miss my LGs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Show on TV: Gilomore Girls. Got to have GG. Also, Las Vegas, supernatural and OTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Thought: I really need to go to the bathroom, but I want to finish this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Current Clothes: Jeans, wifebeater, white sweater, new boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8 Firsts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Nick: What's a first nick? Nickname? Ponyboy in the family, Elle for friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Kiss: Corey Rejba, 2nfd or third grade we got married under the weeping willow tree in teh playground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Crush: probably K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Computer: Gateway and never again damnit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Vehicle I drove: 78 monte carlo, it was my moms and too big for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Job: Orlondo's. I bottled salad dressing and made cavatelli to sell in grocery stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Movie I watched on Pulse Global’s print: No clue here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Pet: She, a pure bred golden retriever. That was actually my dad's when I moved out I had a black calico named spaz. I miss spaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;First Shave: Junior high. Probably 12-13. I don't really remember that period of my childhood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7 Lasts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Chai: No chai, had a Pumpkin spice latte about 30 minutes ago and a mocho yesterday though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Movie: My Girl 2, both My girls were on sale for $13, Charlei and the CF in theaters, just bought that on DVD about 30 min ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Time I Drove: 20 minutes ago. I'm at school, "studying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Time Shaved: my legs ... (puls up pant leg) I'd say ... week and a half ago. Other than yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Web Site Visited: tvguide...AA ..it is Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Software Installed: AOL MusicNet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Pill I Had: Birth Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6 Have You Evers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Climbed a Tree: not recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn’t Know: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart: I highly doubt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5 Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now: I'm in a lab, all i hear is the keyboards and people sniffling. And my walkman. Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things on Your Computer Table: at home... bouquet I caught at a wedding, more pens and pencils than I willever use few pictures, accounting texts, Dave Navarro book, Printout of the story I'm working on. Some other books.  A frisbee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things You Ate Today: Beef stew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Things in Mind: I've got to do my homework and study for my test. I want to finish my story and get it to M tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4 Places You Have Been Today: DMACC, Target, Starbucks .. but that's in Target, bedroom, Grandma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3 People You Can Tell Anything To: Heather, Steven, Laura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 Choices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;* Black or White: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;* Hot or Cold: Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die: But there  so many, I have to pick one? I guess I just want someone to know me. And I mean, really &lt;em&gt;Know&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Other stuff. Loved GG last night. Jess was great, really what Rory needed. I thought Logan was being and ass, and I can understand the whole part to jess, but when Rory was going off on him, he really made it all about him, instead of about her, like it was. That irked me. But seeing Rory storm into the pub really made it for me. She's back, ladies, and I am so glad she's moving out of the Gilmore's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just hope that next week isn't all about the Luke and his turtle. I don't want to spoil anyone who doesn't already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My story, I edited what M sent me back, I was right about my problem with past and present tense. I transitioned in the part at the end, it doesn't flow right yet, but I'll get it there. Hopefully I will get it to M tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just had to go buy gifts for a baby shower and a 1 year olds bitrhday. $70 later and one  dvd for myself and I realize I am so glad these are not my kids and I now have a massive list of books I want to buy as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;More later I guess. I erally need to work on my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113157632483942186?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113157632483942186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113157632483942186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113157632483942186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113157632483942186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-snag-from-steph-10-favorites.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113116787304840539</id><published>2005-11-05T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:17:53.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She liked it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M liked the start of my story. I hadn't checked my email yet, but I sa her post. I was so excited I got out my disk and sent her the next bit while I was still at work. I'm a bit of a dork, I know. I am hoping to get done by Tuesday. I work the next 3 days, my lovely ten hour shifts, so I'm hoping to work on it Monday night and get the rest to her on Tuesday or Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know I graduated high school 4 and a half years ago, but I've been watching Daria and this just got stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daria: Um, Thank you. I'm not much for public speaking or much for speaking or, come to think of it, much for the public.And I'm not very good at lying so let me just say that, in my experience, high school sucks. If I had to do it over again, I would have started Advanced Placement classes in Preschool so I could go from eighth grade straight to college. However, given the unalterable fact that high schoool sucks, I'd like to add that if you are lucky enough to have a good friend and a family that cares, it doesn't have to suck quite as much. Otherwise, my advise is, stand firm for what you believe in until, and unless, logic and experince prove you wrong. Remember, if the emperor looks naked, the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not &lt;em&gt;sorta&lt;/em&gt; the same thing. And there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life, that can't be improved with pizza. Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113116787304840539?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113116787304840539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113116787304840539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113116787304840539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113116787304840539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-liked-it.html' title='She liked it.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113107689610750458</id><published>2005-11-03T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:01:36.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In all my pissedoffedness about the C situation, I forgot to mention my Halloween weekend. I didn't do jack until it was actually Halloween. I know it was the perfect weekend to celebrate halloween all wekend long, but I couldn't do it. They finally swicthed me over to four ten hour days and what days are those. Yeah Friday through Monday. I work 11:30 to 10 on Fri thru sun and then 10:30 to 9 on Monday. So on Monday I was pretty wiped. I had spoken with Steven earlier and he convinced me to go ahead and buy House of Wax. He said it would be on eI would end up buying anyway, so skip the renting it first part. I was planning on just going home and creeping myslef out with a nice horror flick and then going to bed with all the lights on the dream of a shirtless CMM keeping me safe. Yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Instead I ran into Gusto. He talked me into going with him to Drink. And everytime I think of Drink, it's Drink the original fun bar. Whole title from the stupid a$$ commercial. I even work with one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; of the waitstaff that also works at WFF.  I missed Ryan. He is such a sweetie. Back when I was a lead cook at the Meadows, he was one of my line cooks. Him and Luing were a flipping trip. Ryan is studying theology and the bible and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is planning on going back to Israel to study some more. In the meantie he has switched sides and is now a aserver at the Meadows. So when we all met up at drink, it was kinda like the old times, back before I turned 21 and they, meaning half the restaurant staff, had to drag me to coconut joe's because they needed a DD. I don't like crowds and CJ, major crap pile. I'm glad it shut down, I could not stand going there. It finally got to the point where I would just take them and have htem call me at 2 in the morning if they needed a ride. I just could not handle the people there. And I think I mentioned I don't do well with crowds. Actually, I don't think i do well with other people in general, but that's for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So anyway. We met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at Drink after I went home to change into a costume. There were all sorts of people I knew from te Meadows there, some that were there before me, sone that came after me, some that no longer work there. It was great. Since it was Service Industry Night(SIN Night, talk about redundany) they had a dj from the pop music station there and they had an impromptu contest for best costume, since they had their actually halloween party on Saturday. Rainbow Bright won, but slim jim was a close second. I'll have to see if I can get pics from Gusto. I went as a witch, kinda. I just took an old black velvet goth type dress with big bell sleeves and added some fishnet and knee high lace up platform a$$ kicking boots anda witches hat. The dress was from another costume about 3 years ago, when I worked at the Meadows and we could dress up for Halloween, that i had cut slits up the side so that I could wear them with pants, this skirt is seriously short, no bending over at all. So I closed up the sides  with safety pins. I love it. It's like a whole new outfit that I'll never wear again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;M, thanks for looking at my story. I sent you roughly ye first third, I went back today and added more. All I have left to do is transition from the car to his bedroom and actually write the naughty stuff. It's just weird seeing the story I have in my head on paper. And I think I keep switching from past to present tense. It's kind of frustrating me. But thanks for any input you can give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113107689610750458?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113107689610750458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113107689610750458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113107689610750458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113107689610750458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-believe-i-forgot.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I forgot'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113095921634150890</id><published>2005-11-02T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:20:16.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It</title><content type='html'>I think now is the time to back away from C. I'm just beyond irritated now and in fact headed toward pissed. I am really sick of this hot and cold bull$@*!. I get that he is busy, I am too, but I still make sure I try to call. It would be great fanfreakingtastic if he would return a call. I stayed over last week, haven't been able to get a hold of him since. ANd now I'm irritated becasue I wanted to go to a show tonight and I am pretty sure it's something he would enjoy, but he won't call be back so I'll go with someone else. Or not at all cause I kinda have class I should go to. I just really hate not knowing where I stand and right now I'm guessing it's pretty low on his list of priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, what the heck happened with my shows this week. Somehow didn't get to see Las Vegas, there were 2 hours of Medium on instead and GG and Supernatural on repeat, they just said Jess was coming back. What is going on here. Please tell me that was a one week hiatus cause aren't sweeps coming up soon. And what is with the commercial saying s6 is one f the best yet, almost nothing has happened. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113095921634150890?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113095921634150890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113095921634150890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113095921634150890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113095921634150890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s It'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-113063317035095103</id><published>2005-10-29T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:46:10.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just ...not around right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Breathe (2 AM)"2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyesLike they have any right at all to criticize,Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cableAnd life's like an hourglass, glued to the tableNo one can find the rewind button, girl.So cradle your head in your handsAnd breathe... just breathe,Oh breathe, just breatheIn May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss"Just a Day", he said down to the flask in his fist,"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.No one can find the rewind button, boys,So cradle your head in your hands,And breathe... just breathe,Oh breathe, just breatheThere's a light at each end of this tunnel, You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be outAnd these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them againIf you only try turning around.2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a songIf I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, Threatening the life it belongs toAnd I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowdCause these words are my diary, screaming out loudAnd I know that you'll use them, however you want toBut you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,And life's like an hourglass, glued to the tableNo one can find the rewind button nowSing it if you understand.and breathe, just breathewoah breathe, just breathe,Oh breathe, just breathe,Oh breathe, just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just fell in love with this song. Absolutely in love with this song. I think I’ve been here before. Especially the my god it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles. Sometimes all it takes is that freaking smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I’ve been so AWOL lately. I just don’t feel up to being around people. I don’t want to talk to anyone really. I try to get a hold of C and sometimes I do and other times I don’t but I seriously feel as though I’m clinging and I don’t want to do that especially when I don’t know what the heck is going on with us. I went over to his place again on Monday night he had Tuesday, so I went over at 2 am, (hey he was just getting off work, I had only been home for like 2 hours) and watched a movie. Crashed, out before it was even over. I guess he’s been sick, on top of losing their bartender so he’s pulling bartender and manager duty. He loves it. Except for the stress and being in charge thing. But he does love it. I just keep thinking I am lost. But the weird thing is I’m really not. I have a plan. I’ll get my degree at DMACC by next December, Take the GMAT this summer, apply to Grad school at Drake after the GMAT. I plan to start my CPA exam studies about the time I graduate DMACC and take the exams in Spring /summer of 2007 and Start Grad school that fall.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s a plan for my career, education. But my personal life seems to be crap. Six kids, I’m the second oldest and all my brothers and sisters have been with the same guy/girl for at least 3 years. And here I am struggling to see C once or twice a month. I don’t know if I want kids, I don’t know if I ant to get married. But I really don’t have a steady guy so that’s never really been an issue. Is it weird that I see myself with a kid, but no partner? I don’t know if I could share the responsibility of a child with another person. (I’m a little controlling) But I don’t want to be alone. I just don’t like to be around a lot of people. I like hanging out with my family. It has never really bothered me too much that my best friends are my siblings and their spouses.&lt;br /&gt;Man am I on a roll tonight or what ;~&lt;br /&gt;Work. Now that has been absolutely crap pile of goodness. It sucks. My boss did just ask me when the last time I was promoted though, so Hopefully I’ll get that promotion. Especially since we are down to one CSR3 left and that’s what I would be up for next. I really don’t think I’ll be leaving Wells anytime soon, so what does it really matter. No one wants to help a girl out with a starting accounting position. And that just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But they did switch my hours again. I now work Friday through Monday 11:30 to 10:00. That’s right four days ten hour shifts. I like it. I have to get up by 9:30 everyday either for work or class and well I don’t really sleep so who cares when I go to bed. I slept al day Wednesday. It’s the day my only call is at night. It was great. I literally slept until noon. Which I needed since I stayed at C’s the night before and slept about 4 hours before having to get up to go to class. And my pottery class is awesome. We started on the wheel this week. I’m a right handed person but I throw left handed and trim right handed. Very bizarre it seems. I’m having fun with it. I’m not sure if I’ll take the intermediate next semester though. That seems to be more than I want to take on especially since I am going to go back to full time so I can get that degree in a year and a half instead of two years. The bonus is almost all those classes are offered online so I won’t have to worry about class times and my work schedule, always a big pain in the hiney.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is it that most Halloween parties are going to happen on the night of the end of DST. An extra party hour, except for bars, I’m sure most won’t go for it, I think only one is around here and it’s one of the ones that is 16 and older or 18 and older. Not my idea of a good time even when I was 18. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I’m done for now. Happy All Hollows Eve. Happpy Halloween. And if I don’t chat before then. Happy November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-113063317035095103?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/113063317035095103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=113063317035095103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113063317035095103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/113063317035095103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-just-not-around-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m just ...not around right now.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112982533869620708</id><published>2005-10-20T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:31:59.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogthings</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"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power color is Teal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/teal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;You feel in a slump and lack creativity.&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be many people's ideal partner.&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;You make people feel confident and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;"What Impression Am I Giving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's kind of ironic that my power color is teal. We have been making tile is my ceramics class and I keep painting them teal. One turned out really cool. It has a black background with a red circle on it and then a lot of teal drybrushed over the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are 60% weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;60%?!?!?! are you serious. Truthfully, I just tlike this picture. I am way weirder than they could ever possibly know. I don't even think it's measurable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Seduction Style: Prized Object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/prized-object.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112982533869620708?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112982533869620708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112982533869620708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112982533869620708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112982533869620708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-blogthings.html' title='New Blogthings'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112964783748257755</id><published>2005-10-18T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:04:10.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snagged from Steph</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 style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/12336527-112964783748257755?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112964783748257755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112964783748257755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112964783748257755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112964783748257755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/snagged-from-steph.html' title='Snagged from Steph'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112951101776898535</id><published>2005-10-16T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:03:37.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys suck</title><content type='html'>seriously.&lt;br /&gt;C stops answering my calls, or at the least not returning them and K shows back up. What the hell is up with that. The last time I talked to K, I told him I was actually on my way to meet C for a date. Didn't talk to him for a month and then he calls. And calls, and calls and did I mention he's called. In the last two days he's called about 12 times. He called me 5 times last night... after I had actually gotten to sleep before midnight and he kept calling until I got up to answer my phone. Told me he loved me and kept apologizing, I'm going to go far in life, he's dragging me down, blah blah blah. K was drunk. I told him it was okay that he loved, be careful, I'm going to bed. Nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;C is just irritating me right now. I really don't know what is going through his head. I almost feel used. I think the only thing stopping me from getting really pissed off is that I know his work schedule is crazy right now. It's almost an excuse, but not really because anyone that knows me, knows that it is a very rare occassion when I won't answer my phone no matter what time of day it is. Voicemail, yeah invented for a reason. I just really hate this getting blown off feeling. So the guy I want is blowing me off and the guy I am over keeps coming back. And it seems really weird cuz I know his sister and he knows me sister and he fiancee are friends. It all weird, now.&lt;br /&gt;I love K always will, but I'm not IN love with him. People always laugh that off, but there it is. He is an important part of my life, but I know that we are not supposed to be together, Or if we are, it will not be anytime soon. I think it's been over for us since my freshamn year at Simpson when I found out he had a kid. I felt so betrayed by that. One because he never wanted kids and two the timing, yeah kind of put me in the position of being the othe rgirl without my knowledge. That kind of opened up my eyed to his character.&lt;br /&gt;Steven and Heather are thinking of buying this house right across the street from her brothers and they want me to move in with them. I think I might. I miss living with Steven and Heather and I really miss living with Bbay D. He's growing so fast. I was ther efor the first 6 months or so and it seem sweird to not be there now. And the way my life is going I may never have kids. The only downside is I automatically become the live in babysitter again.&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that whenever I think of having kids its me having a kid and not me and a partner haviong a kid. I think I have been programmed to automatically think of myself as being alone or having a kid alone. Guys never really bother to stick around it seems. Which is weird that I think that because it's just my parent that have had that happen I have 4 brothers that love the partner and several aunts an uncles and other family members where the guy stuck around, It's just that my dad was always the one to bail. Huh, something for me to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112951101776898535?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112951101776898535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112951101776898535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112951101776898535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112951101776898535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/guys-suck.html' title='Guys suck'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112950342603249459</id><published>2005-10-16T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:59:40.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But I don't even like this flavor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHERRY GARCIA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 55% SWEET, 59% CHUNKY, and 74% UNIQUE! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;cherry sweet cream base with cherries and fudge chunks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome...you are one of my personal favs: Cherry Garcia. You fall in the middle on all measurements- sweet, wild, and unique, but not overwhelmingly so on any of those. You make a good friend, able to share your unique perspectives on things, and able to have fun without winding up in jail or something. Good job. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/128/998/12999856194787279188/mt1118974666.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112950342603249459?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112950342603249459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112950342603249459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112950342603249459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112950342603249459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-i-dont-even-like-this-flavor.html' title='But I don&apos;t even like this flavor'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112890313642182672</id><published>2005-10-09T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:13:48.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh...</title><content type='html'>I keep doing these anime quizzes and I'm really not all that into anime. Don't know why, never really been introduced to it I guess. I used to read comic books, but I don't really anymore. It's not always easy to find them without going to the comic book store and that's out of the way for me. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my brothers today and made him breakfast. It was ... interesting. I kind of miss living with Steven. He's always a trip to be around. He's really the class clown kind of guy. And we did live together for the first year of his son's life so now I feel like I'm missing so much. Heather, Steven's girlfriend, her mom keeps saying that she wants custody of the baby. It's really starting to get irritating. This woman is in her forties, lives with her mothe rnad is an alcoholic and has no reason to even try and take the baby away. SHe says she refuses to move out of her mom's because she is waiting to move in with Heather after Heather kicks Steven out. Yeah, this is the brother that we are currently planning the wedding. Psycho much?&lt;br /&gt;I love my new work hours. I seem to get a lot more done in the day. Although it is a bit weird to make my dinner at 10 a.m. so I don't have to worry about it after work.&lt;br /&gt;THe week from Hell is almost over though. It's still busy but I'm getting less irritated now. Although I've had more dealers cuss at me this weekend than in the last probably four months. Here's the thing. A lot of reps will give a warning about hanging up for a dealers potty mouth, but I won't. If you call in to us, you should know to be polite. You cuss at me or call me a name, I am going to disconnect the call. No second chances. Forget that crap, I'm here to help you but call me a bitch and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112890313642182672?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112890313642182672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112890313642182672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112890313642182672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112890313642182672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/huh.html' title='Huh...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112889926315804713</id><published>2005-10-09T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:07:43.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WA/WAT/waterytart/1128123771_mute.JPG" border="0" alt="mute curse" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mute.  You were born with the inability to&lt;br /&gt;speak.  You may not have a voice, but you are a&lt;br /&gt;natural at martial arts, which is good because&lt;br /&gt;you need the skills to fight the evil that is&lt;br /&gt;attracted to you.  On your twelfth birthday,&lt;br /&gt;you wake up in the middle of the night with a&lt;br /&gt;terrible pain in your chest.  It turns out that&lt;br /&gt;the reason you are mute is because you are the&lt;br /&gt;protector of your family's sacred jewel and&lt;br /&gt;each generation, the chosen protector is born&lt;br /&gt;with the inability to speak so they can not&lt;br /&gt;tell they are the protector.  Evil is attracted&lt;br /&gt;to you because they sense the powerful presence&lt;br /&gt;within your body.  Now you must go through life&lt;br /&gt;a mute and an evil magnet, unless there is some&lt;br /&gt;way you can find to break the curse of the&lt;br /&gt;sacred jewel protector.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/waterytart/quizzes/What%20curse%20do%20you%20possess%3F/"&gt; What curse do you possess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&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/12336527-112889926315804713?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112889926315804713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112889926315804713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112889926315804713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112889926315804713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/cursed.html' title='Cursed'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112889904860869511</id><published>2005-10-09T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:04:18.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="earth" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/waterytart/1127604517_earthelement.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth is your anime element. You're wise and&lt;br /&gt;observant. You're able to look past exteriors&lt;br /&gt;and see the true interior of a person. You're&lt;br /&gt;a dedicated worker and people know they can&lt;br /&gt;count on you. Sometimes things get to be too&lt;br /&gt;much; you're prone to stress. You know when&lt;br /&gt;you've pushed yourself too hard and can't run&lt;br /&gt;anymore. When this happens, you feel you need&lt;br /&gt;to get away from everything; somewhere tranquil&lt;br /&gt;where you can sort things out and clear your&lt;br /&gt;mind. Your emotions can run wild and at times,&lt;br /&gt;you may say things you don't mean. But,&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves you and will always forgive you&lt;br /&gt;in the end. If you were an anime character you&lt;br /&gt;would be a master in martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/waterytart/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20anime%20element?/"&gt;What is your anime element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112889904860869511?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112889904860869511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112889904860869511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112889904860869511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112889904860869511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/element.html' title='Element'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112838305821900473</id><published>2005-10-03T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:44:18.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, It's National Customer Service Week this week and so far it blows... chunky style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were destroyed at work today. We have a goal of something like less than 3% of total calls we can drop, We dropped over 500 calls today. That's a lot for us. I guess the supervisors gave a bunch of people the day off for training later this week instead of paying of the OT. Butt munches. Like I don't have enough stress in my life you have to short us ten employees oh and did we mention this is the beginning of the month that they decided to close our Vegas location, so that's another 5-10 employees we are down. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I got my Jon Nicholson CD in the mail today and I LOVE it. I've listened (well at least attempted to listen) to it all day at work today. The concert was accoustic so the songs are a little different than I remeber and live music is usually better anyway just for the improv, but I still think it's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, question for those that date. Things are getting serious with C. i decided to go back on birth control, should I talk to him about this or just go and do it? Seriously never had to talk to a gut about stuff like so I have no flippin clue.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112838305821900473?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112838305821900473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112838305821900473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112838305821900473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112838305821900473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf.html' title='WTF?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112821484512143100</id><published>2005-10-01T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:00:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>Swiped from K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:04/08/1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace:Des Moines, Iowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location:Ankeny, Iowa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown/Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Today Black with purple streaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:5'8”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage:Polish, Cherokee Indian, Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:Converse All Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness:Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears:Heights, creepy bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:Pan Pizza pepperoni and mushroom dipped in ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:Get shit straightened out with C once and for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:I have tendency to type things out long hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:Crap, What day is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:Long Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime:Eh, Whenever the coffee wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:Sophomore year of college, we would all gather at a girlfriends and&lt;br /&gt;play cards and drink and cook dinner for all of our friends. It’s how I met C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:B-Bops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates:Single, I don’t play well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:Lipton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:Twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:Coffee, Hazelnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear:More than I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing:In my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: Daily, yes at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love:Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College:Graduated, went back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married:Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself:Usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:Only on busses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:I think I have attractive features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak:Yeah, me and my diet of pop, coffee, and candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:Dad’s in jail haven’t talked to mom in 2-3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:Lightning storms, god yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument:Used to play violin, some piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:Yes, But I’m usually a two drink max kinda girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:Yes, and I spent waaaay to much $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:No, slightly ignored, yes, but we are ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:Never done that either, maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease:He’s the tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up:Once, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted:No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die:Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:CPA, dorky I know, but I love the way everything&lt;br /&gt;has to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:I’ve hit most, but Greece and Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color:Hazely brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color:Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair:Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:Taller than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:On the heavier side. I like a guy with meat on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style:Jeans and a t-shirt, pretty casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:Smoked pot once. Been on lots of meds before, but it’s been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own:I have no clue but if it helps this week alone I’ve bought 6 with 4 more in&lt;br /&gt;the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings:Doesn’t matter in him, I have 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos:Also, doesn’t matter in him, I have 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:I don’t believe in regretting what I’ve done. There’s no point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112821484512143100?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112821484512143100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112821484512143100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112821484512143100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112821484512143100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/10/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112800434174368802</id><published>2005-09-29T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:32:21.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elblai/1120501181_minioutlaw.jpg" border="0" alt="The Outlaw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- You Are The Outlaw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sure, I'll do it. My&lt;br /&gt;way."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you do not conform to the same laws&lt;br /&gt;and rules as everyone else does not mean that&lt;br /&gt;you are a bad guy. You travel your own path,&lt;br /&gt;separate from those around you, with your own&lt;br /&gt;reasons for doing what you do. Because of this&lt;br /&gt;and your own nature, it goes without saying&lt;br /&gt;that you are generally misunderstood. That does&lt;br /&gt;not matter much, though, as people love you for&lt;br /&gt;being who you are. You are pretty well set in&lt;br /&gt;your ways and have no real intention of&lt;br /&gt;changing. This can come across as a flicker of&lt;br /&gt;arrogance if your not careful. You do what is&lt;br /&gt;right for you, and God help anyone who stands&lt;br /&gt;in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elblai/quizzes/Which%20Classic%20Story%20Role%20Do%20You%20Play%3F/"&gt; Which Classic Story Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112800434174368802?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112800434174368802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112800434174368802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112800434174368802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112800434174368802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-this-is-me.html' title='So this is me.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112778904156962671</id><published>2005-09-26T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:44:01.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Top 5&lt;br /&gt;Tag, I'm it.....Tagged By Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I plan to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt; - Have my dad walk me down the aisle&lt;br /&gt; - Take a photography class&lt;br /&gt; - Tell someone I care for why I care, what makes him so special to me, basically open up.&lt;br /&gt; - Play the violin again&lt;br /&gt; - have my one child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I can do.&lt;br /&gt; - read 100 pages an hour&lt;br /&gt; - cook for 20 when I try to cook for 4&lt;br /&gt; - walk away&lt;br /&gt; - forgive&lt;br /&gt; - shop like a demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I cannot do.&lt;br /&gt; - Listen to music while I talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt; - stay in my budget&lt;br /&gt; - Forget&lt;br /&gt; - Remeber someone's name the first time I meet him/her. Thier DOB and phone #, no problem, name? Nope gone&lt;br /&gt; - Get back down to the weight I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things that attract me to the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt; - tall&lt;br /&gt; - bigger than me (it's a security thing.)&lt;br /&gt; - intelligent&lt;br /&gt; - funny&lt;br /&gt; - makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I say most often&lt;br /&gt; - Right On&lt;br /&gt; - That's nice, go away.&lt;br /&gt; - Well, somana bitch&lt;br /&gt; - That's my East High edumication talkin&lt;br /&gt; - Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five celebrity crushes&lt;br /&gt; - Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt; - Brandon Behr&lt;br /&gt; - Kirk Hammett&lt;br /&gt; - Vin Diesel&lt;br /&gt; - Josh Hartnett&lt;br /&gt;Five people I want to do this next&lt;br /&gt; - uh not sure I know five people taht wouldn't kick my ass for tagging them so If you want to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112778904156962671?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112778904156962671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112778904156962671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112778904156962671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112778904156962671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112778792488673993</id><published>2005-09-26T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:25:24.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well crap</title><content type='html'>That's been my week how has your's been.&lt;br /&gt;I started this massive update yesterday about the beginning of the crppiest week of my year so far. My computer died halfway through Tuesday So I just gave up on that idea. Let's just say Monday I went to a bar and met the drunkest bartender in the entire state. It was the highlight of my week. I got a migraine on Wednesday that lasted until Friday night. I haven't been able to eat anything beside cheese and bread and not throw up. Joy huh? I got to see C again on Friday night though. I ended up calling him around 2:30 in the morning and went to his place to watch a movie. Stayed the night, nothing to serious happened other than me getting afairly decent night of rest. He really needs to get aifferent bed he has a full sized waterbed so we usually throw all the blankets and pillos on the floor and crash there. I did manage to change my hair color again. We sripped out all the red and died it back to a blackish brown color that's pretty close to what I think my natural hair color is. And we hadded some purple streaks that really fade into the black so you can barely see them. I think I like it. I haven't had purple hair since I was the maid of honor for my bf wedding the day after senior prom. She made me wear pink so I had purple hair. Long story. I also bought all three seasons of Roswell on DVD. I'm still crying that was a beautiful show. Now I want to go buy sheryl crow's I shall Believe. Great song. Very touching and really matches the whole idea behind the show.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been in a funk the last couple days and I really need to snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112778792488673993?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112778792488673993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112778792488673993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112778792488673993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112778792488673993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-crap.html' title='Well crap'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112726783955895638</id><published>2005-09-20T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:57:19.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just wear myself out...</title><content type='html'>I can't stand to not be busy or to not have something to do, so I always end up putting too much on my plate. I really just need to slow down. I think I 'm going to take a day off next week.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, probably not I just need to catch a few z's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad last week. I had been talking to C everyday since the night I crashed at his place. Then last week he stops answering when I called. It felt like he was blowing me off. We had gone out to dinner on I think Tuesday night and I didn't talk to him until sometime this last Thursday, meaning a week and two days later. He just didn't call me back. I finally talked to him on Thursday because I had seen him in town and he waved as I drove by the gas station so I just called to say hi and I talked to him again Sunday night but I really don't know what's going on here. I hate this dating thing. Not knowing what's going drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I finally got the check I've been waiting for so I can go get my computer and pay off a few odd bills and ended up getting in a huge screaming match over the phone with the bank. I know I shouldn't cuss at the people doing their jobs, but I was so po'd. I checked my account online and over the phone this morning and the funds were available. So I pay my bills online and head off to finalize my coputer decision. I have it down between two and I just want to shop around a bit more before I spend a chunck of change. So I stop at the Old Navy next to the Best Buy and pick out some winter work clothes and my card gets declined. I figure no problem I had used it to pay the bills online and that may count against my POS spending limit and I had also just charged $300 for Heathers wedding dress to get ordered. I would go across the street to the ATM and just take out the cash. No. They had put a hold on my account because the funds were not recieved from the other bank. The funds were made available to me before they were actually at the bank. I was so pissed. I ended up caling the bank like three times. The people just kept telling me that they apologize for the inconvenience and I kept shouting back that their apology wasn't really helping the fact that they messed up and I was overdrawn and still have about $400 in charges that are going through tonight that are going to get sent back for insufficien funds. Finally the irl talked to a supervisor and the hold will be removed tonight before my charges go through and if they try to get me with one fee I'm going to call back and go off again. There is no way I'm going to pay because they suck at their job. The great part is she kept telling me their was no way to remove the hold and I know that's not true. I ended up caling her a liar. I bank with Wells Fargo and I also work for WF. I know those holds can be removed and I know that someone screwed up and it was not me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just waiting for Supernatural to finish taping so I can watch GG and SN. and I think when I go pick up my computer I'm going to have to grab a few newold CDs I have Californication and a few others from various people's soundtracks stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112726783955895638?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112726783955895638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112726783955895638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112726783955895638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112726783955895638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/sometimes-i-just-wear-myself-out.html' title='Sometimes I just wear myself out...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112688615495922763</id><published>2005-09-16T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:55:54.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>My Soundtrack:&lt;br /&gt;1. Low – Cracker One of my all time favorites. Reminds me of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Creep – STP My older brother requested that I make sure this song plays at his funeral&lt;br /&gt;3. Blossom – Candlebox My mom’s favorite song&lt;br /&gt;4. Cover Me – Candlebox  One of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wicked Game – Chris Isaak One of the most beautiful songs in the world&lt;br /&gt;6. It’s Been a While – Staind  for Lance, I’ll never let another man treat me the way he did.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fade to Black – Metallica Need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;8. Love Song – 311 version. I love this song in most versions but this is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;9. Around the World – Red Hot Chili Peppers This entire album got me through a crappy period in my life&lt;br /&gt;10. Browned Eye Girl – Everclear version for Laura&lt;br /&gt;11. Caress me Down – Sublime – Iisha you go girl&lt;br /&gt;12. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing – Jack Johnson For C,&lt;br /&gt;13. Memories of Us –Keith Urban There is absolutely nothing sexier than a man in jeans and barefoot. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;14. One – Metallica Steven hates most heavy metal but he loves this song&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you Sleep? – Lisa Loeb For my man K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112688615495922763?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112688615495922763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112688615495922763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112688615495922763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112688615495922763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/soundtrack.html' title='Soundtrack'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112648418155023790</id><published>2005-09-11T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:16:21.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwriting Analysis</title><content type='html'>Every year I get one of these done. Here is this years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your absentmindedness is a concern for those you live and work with&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to handle financial matters well&lt;br /&gt;Your nature is normally extroverted and happy&lt;br /&gt;You strive to include as much in your life as possible&lt;br /&gt;You acn be verry romantic if you are in the mood&lt;br /&gt;Your wits are sharp, and you generally remain calm and forceful under stress&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the simple things in life&lt;br /&gt;With your abilities, you are able to accomplish many things&lt;br /&gt;You have a tendency to overindulge in the good things in life&lt;br /&gt;You are a good judge of people but sometimes too critical&lt;br /&gt;You respond to companionship&lt;br /&gt;You give all undertakings your complete attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112648418155023790?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112648418155023790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112648418155023790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112648418155023790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112648418155023790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/handwriting-analysis.html' title='Handwriting Analysis'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112645899407517901</id><published>2005-09-11T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:16:34.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandwagon Ahoy...</title><content type='html'>Twenty Random Facts about Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to live without black eyeliner. Not the wooden pencil kind, but the kind that rolls up out of a plastic tube.&lt;br /&gt;My sheets are always burgundy or red and my bedspread is always black. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;When I am in a great mood or really pissed off, my eyes are green. Other than that they are a hazely brown.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer remember my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;In high school, all the guys I dated were red heads. It was only three, but it was still weird because I haven’t dated a red head since.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get technical I have 23 brothers and sisters. That’s including half and step.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever kill someone, it will be because they hurt one of my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wear jewelry, but I can’t sleep with any on and I never remember to put something on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;On that note. I have 5 earrings in my left ear and only one in my right. I never take out four out of the five and if I wear the bottom earring, it is usually one that dangles.&lt;br /&gt;The first concert I ever went to was Metallica.&lt;br /&gt;I will not wear brown shoes or a brown belt. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;I always write in black pen, with runny ink.&lt;br /&gt;When I eat a baked potato there has to be more sour cream than potato.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried functioning without caffeine and it is not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;I organize the shirts in my closet first by sleeve length then by color.&lt;br /&gt;I love to eat garden tomatoes with nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite scent is cinnamon. My favorite perfume was the Amt Brown Fragrance for FireDance.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of my close friends are family members. If they weren’t family before, we have a tendency to pretty much adopt people.&lt;br /&gt;I have eight tattoos. There is a story behind each and every one of them and I don’t think I have ever told anyone the stories.&lt;br /&gt;My sun sign is Aries. It suits me to the T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112645899407517901?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112645899407517901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112645899407517901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112645899407517901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112645899407517901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/bandwagon-ahoy.html' title='Bandwagon Ahoy...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112640411510985931</id><published>2005-09-10T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:01:55.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no excuse</title><content type='html'>I have been remiss. If I don't finish my SP fic this weekend somebody throw something at me. Seriously. I almost have it done. Just need to add the naughty bits. I was on a roll and then all the family crap went down and I haven't been able to pick it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side C and I are... well, we're soemthing. I'm not sure. I've never doen the datinmg thing. I'm usually either friends with a guy or his girlfriend and practically living with him.  So this deal with C ... weird, just weird. I'm nervous and scared and so damn happy sometimes it's bizarre. I don't know what to do with myself. I talk to him almost every day. He works 12+ hour days so seeign often really isn't possibe with the hours I keep. But my job will be expanding hours of operation to midnighht during the week and 10 on Sat Sun and I might volunteer to be one of the ones that take later hours at least on teh weekends. That way I can see C after we both get off work. That feels a little too much like palnning my life around a guy and that's not soemthing I'm real comfortable doing. I think I just need to talk to him, ugh. I don't know. I just don't.  I keep coming back to the conversation we had the night my mom was at the hospital. He had asked me why I had called him. And I thinkI told him that I knew he would be there. I trust him and I'm comfortable with him. That's unusual for me. i don't let many people in. And I rarely ever go to someone when I have issues. Well anyone other than my doc for meds. And the fact that I was able to open up to him and he was there for me when it mattered tells me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about my love life. Oh. School. I LOVE my pottery class. Working with clay is so much fun. I almost have my first pot finished. and I'm startinga second one. We are just doing coil pots for now, but eventually we'll get on the wheel. My other classes, I could probably never go, not read the text and still ace all tests while taking a  nap. I hate it when that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112640411510985931?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112640411510985931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112640411510985931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112640411510985931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112640411510985931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-is-no-excuse.html' title='There is no excuse'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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-12336527.post-112638389015151737</id><published>2005-09-10T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:12:30.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill Just succumb to the masses</title><content type='html'>This is it for now, I'll be back later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Espresso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a" href="" /&gt;&lt;http:&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font&lt;&gt;%20color="#000000"&gt;At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: anytime you' sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Beer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a" href="" /&gt;http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&lt;&gt;%20/&gt;&lt;font%20color="#000000"&gt;You don' &gt;&lt;a align="center"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/alcoholquiz.html"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; alcoholic drink are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't drink beer go figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12336527-112638389015151737?l=firehawktat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/feeds/112638389015151737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12336527&amp;postID=112638389015151737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112638389015151737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12336527/posts/default/112638389015151737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firehawktat.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-just-succumb-to-masses.html' title='Ill Just succumb to the masses'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01631466203857203385</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></feed>
