<?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-13145439</id><updated>2011-09-17T10:00:56.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as a Pancake</title><subtitle type='html'>"There are two types of people in this world: those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don't."

I think that pretty much sums up my life. I'm weird, I have no idea who I am - I'm learning to live with it. But hey, at least I'm not schizophrenic yet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-117146780081572432</id><published>2007-02-14T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:43:20.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stopped Being a Blogger</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone will even notice that I started this again. I figured maybe it would be good for me to write down my innane thoughts again, save some room in my brain for more important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing today. I have no use for snow unless I'm playing in it or it gives me a day off of work. Of course neither ever really happens. Unless you have a kid, then you can get out of work b/c they don't have school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-117146780081572432?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/117146780081572432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=117146780081572432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/117146780081572432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/117146780081572432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-stopped-being-blogger.html' title='I Stopped Being a Blogger'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-115435225422329714</id><published>2006-07-31T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:24:14.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel</title><content type='html'>Mel Gibson was caught drunk driving last week, he's an idiot. Then on GMA today they showed an interview with him where he said he's had substance abuse problems, and how there were times he actually drove drunk. Well, he's done it again. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that although I've watched some Mel Gibson movies, I've never though that he was especially handsome or good looking. I think his teeth are too big and too white. Have you seen the pictures of him lately? It looks like he's qualifying to be the next unibomber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when you get a second look at him, he does bear a resemblance to Saddam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/mel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-115435225422329714?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/115435225422329714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=115435225422329714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/115435225422329714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/115435225422329714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/07/mel.html' title='Mel'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-115264090233011740</id><published>2006-07-11T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:01:42.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a month</title><content type='html'>I'm back to blogging. Work got really crazy, and I generally do this on my break at work. When I'm home I have no desire to blog or even be near the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing going on in my life, except I could rant about the government, but I can do that any time. Right now it's b/c there seems to be no way at all to get ahead. Just when you think you're paying down your debt, more debt comes along. Cars, pets. This is another good reason not to have kids, they cost too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-115264090233011740?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/115264090233011740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=115264090233011740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/115264090233011740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/115264090233011740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-month.html' title='It&apos;s been a month'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114728394811667625</id><published>2006-05-10T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:59:08.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank of America Can Eat Me</title><content type='html'>Ok, so a friend told me she's had problems with them, I told her I hadn't had any issues, well I hadn't. Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a problem everywhere, but it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I opened up a new account a few weeks ago, it's a joint account. After opening it I called customer service to see when I would receive my checks, and b/c the second name wasn't on the account. Chick tells me she's setting it up to send me checks, ok good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today - at least a week later. I can't get into online bill pay for the second account, where all the money is, so I call, oh, they didn't enable that. Then, I ask about the checks and the debit card, well the checks were never ordered, and although the chick from before said I'd be able to use my debit card to access my new account, I can't. She never did that. That's one obnoxiously stupid chick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114728394811667625?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114728394811667625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114728394811667625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114728394811667625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114728394811667625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/05/bank-of-america-can-eat-me.html' title='Bank of America Can Eat Me'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114554553635385399</id><published>2006-04-20T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:05:36.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Whip</title><content type='html'>Ok, so many people know that I have some food issues. There are many things I don't like, like soup, I do not eat soup. I eat clam chowder, but only New England, and it's not soup, it's chowda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until last year I'd never had pudding. I've also never had yogurt (unless you count frozen yogurt, which isn't really the same). So you can see that I don't really branch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over New Years I was making ice box cake, and since I didn't have time to whip up my own cream the recipe said to use cool whip. Since then I have realized what a glorious thing it really is. Cool whip with strawberries, cool whip with everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114554553635385399?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114554553635385399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114554553635385399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114554553635385399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114554553635385399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/04/cool-whip.html' title='Cool Whip'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114425905858264848</id><published>2006-04-05T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:44:18.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12137229/?GT1=7938"&gt;Katie Couric is leaving the Today Show!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can watch the Today Show again. I don't think I've ever actually liked Katie Couric. Alexis had the best comments about Katie Couric, it all involved her being absolutely distraught, and apparently up half the night because Jenn &amp; Brad had broken up. What was going on during this time? Honestly, I can't remember, but I do remember there being breaking news about something awful happening, and this being her main concern. I do find it somewhat alarming that she's going to be an anchor on CBS, but I guess she can just sit there and enjoy her fake tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to start watching GMA because I just couldn't take Katie anymore. Now, I honestly find GMA to be a much better program. Diane Sawyer is fantastic, she's smart and my favorite thing about her is that she isn't day-glo orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114425905858264848?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114425905858264848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114425905858264848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114425905858264848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114425905858264848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/04/katie-couric-is-leaving-today-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114364247417774376</id><published>2006-03-29T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:27:54.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I solved my time problem! No more will I be wondering what the actual time is. For my birthday I got a gift card to Bed, Bath and Beyond from my aunt. I used it to buy an atomic clock, it gets the time from the national clock. So now, I have at least one clock in my house that I know is right. Now all I have to do is switch every other clock so they all match!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114364247417774376?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114364247417774376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114364247417774376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114364247417774376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114364247417774376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114303885608752355</id><published>2006-03-22T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:47:36.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Jobs</title><content type='html'>Remember when you were a kid and you had all these grand thoughts about what you would be when you grew up? It was like a fun game. I'm going to be a designer or superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we grow up, and look at what we're doing. When I was a kid I never thought, well I'd like to do administrative/event planning work for a small non-profit organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you know that say, when I grow up I want to work in Marketing! But I have tons of friends who are in marketing, and it's a great career. I guess I'm just annoyed that I was taught to have the illusion of a dream job. The question is, why don't I have one? Probably b/c my dream changed and I realized what I could and couldn't do with my life. Sorry if this was depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114303885608752355?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114303885608752355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114303885608752355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114303885608752355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114303885608752355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-jobs.html' title='Dream Jobs'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114287526128481564</id><published>2006-03-20T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:21:01.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes. I'm now in a whole new age bracket on forms. I'm getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114287526128481564?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114287526128481564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114287526128481564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114287526128481564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114287526128481564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114234623947577814</id><published>2006-03-14T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:23:59.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Song</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday is fast approaching. And, I'm generally a big pain in the butt for my birthday, however this year I've resolved not to be a pain. My one and only request is that no one sings the Happy Birthday song to me. I hate that song, it's stupid and annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you just sing me a song I really like, like Raspberry Beret?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114234623947577814?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114234623947577814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114234623947577814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114234623947577814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114234623947577814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthday-song.html' title='The Birthday Song'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114167599407421233</id><published>2006-03-06T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:13:14.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashonista</title><content type='html'>Ok, if you know me you are very aware that I don't have much sense of fashion. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and I like it that way. Well, I also love skirts, but that's a completely different topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm wondering, did someone forget to tell me that sweater dresses are back in? WTF? Last week two people I work with had on sweater dresses. Didn't those go out in the 80's? I'm a huge fan of the 80's, but that is one trend that could just stay away and I'd be happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114167599407421233?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114167599407421233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114167599407421233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114167599407421233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114167599407421233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/03/fashonista.html' title='Fashonista'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114139796627784970</id><published>2006-03-03T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:59:26.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead and Hate Me</title><content type='html'>I know that there are way too many people out there that will not like this comment, but I'm just sick of U2. I feel like I can't ride in the car for more than 10 minutes without one (or several) stations playing U2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if they were playing only Joshua Tree stuff and some select other tunes, but I hear all this new stuff, and it's really grating on my nerves. I swear, if I hear Unos, dos, tres, catorce [1,2,3,14], one more time I might just scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114139796627784970?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114139796627784970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114139796627784970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114139796627784970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114139796627784970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/03/go-ahead-and-hate-me.html' title='Go Ahead and Hate Me'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114104901802663348</id><published>2006-02-27T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:03:38.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>My childhood dog died yesterday. He was such a good dog, well maybe not, but he was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP&lt;br /&gt;Jordi Patrick&lt;br /&gt;5/1990&lt;br /&gt;2/26/2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114104901802663348?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114104901802663348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114104901802663348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114104901802663348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114104901802663348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/02/mourning.html' title='Mourning'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114071216698922164</id><published>2006-02-23T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:29:27.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Psychic Abilities</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I had a Sheryl Crow song stuck in my head, All I Wanna do, or whatever the name of it is. I don't know why, I can't remember the last time I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get into the car to go to work, it's on the radio. Apparently I have psychic abilities, but they can only be used to channel Sheryl Crow songs, why couldn't it have been Genesis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114071216698922164?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114071216698922164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114071216698922164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114071216698922164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114071216698922164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-psychic-abilities.html' title='My Psychic Abilities'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-114045953482061443</id><published>2006-02-20T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:18:54.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvi - you own my heart</title><content type='html'>I got a new hutch this weekend! Katie got a Singer Sewing machine from 1895. We're awesome. I very nearly bought some beautiful covassier glasses (I told Scott we could toast with them when we get married - he said to go back and get them!) It was funny. I also got Scott a glass that says: "I have known many, liked not a few, loved only one, I drink to you." Apparently it's an Irish Blessing - who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken more than a year for me to actually feel like things are in place in our apartment. We were missing pieces of furniture that "really tie the room together". Now we have everything we need, until we move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-114045953482061443?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/114045953482061443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=114045953482061443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114045953482061443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/114045953482061443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/02/salvi-you-own-my-heart.html' title='Salvi - you own my heart'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113986147269663989</id><published>2006-02-13T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:11:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement: Now on DVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/charles.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to make sure everyone knows that Charles in Charge is coming out on DVD Tuesday February 14th! Reserve your copy now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113986147269663989?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113986147269663989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113986147269663989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113986147269663989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113986147269663989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/02/announcement-now-on-dvd.html' title='Announcement: Now on DVD'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113931860336660243</id><published>2006-02-07T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:23:23.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to say, my boyfriend and I are total losers. We both said "bless you" to the dog, at the same time last night. Very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113931860336660243?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113931860336660243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113931860336660243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113931860336660243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113931860336660243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/02/losers.html' title='Losers'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113889163735707569</id><published>2006-02-02T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:47:17.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil</title><content type='html'>Am I the only person who finds this whole "Groundhog Day" thing disturbing? We go rip this poor little animal out of the ground to see if it sees it's shadow. Phil's shadow has nothing to do with winter. The first day of spring is always the same: March 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That poor little bugger has to have thousands of people staring at it, and people actually get excited over this. I'm boycotting so Phil can go back to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113889163735707569?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113889163735707569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113889163735707569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113889163735707569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113889163735707569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/02/phil.html' title='Phil'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113831638351203643</id><published>2006-01-26T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:59:43.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Reading</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, you know I am adamantly against any and all reading materials in the bathroom. My college roommate (god love her) read magazines, I no longer wanted to read the magazines once they had been in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could consider me Brentano's in the episode of &lt;a href="http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheBookstore.htm"&gt;Seinfeld &lt;/a&gt; where George reads a book in the bookstore and they make him buy it. No one wants to touch it after he brings it in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever you want to do in your own home is fine with me, however if you're reading my book or something I will have please don't do this. And speaking of your own home that is completely different than the workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I saw a co-worker (male) go into the restroom with some paperwork he was reading. I just thank my lucky soul that I don't work closely with him, but from now on I will be overly concerned when I receive anything from him. What do you even do with paperwork when you're in a stall in the men's room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113831638351203643?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113831638351203643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113831638351203643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113831638351203643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113831638351203643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/bathroom-reading.html' title='Bathroom Reading'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113813133423615381</id><published>2006-01-24T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:35:34.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz 2 Men?</title><content type='html'>Can you believe I ever actually listened to that? I'm listening to the 90's station on launchcast and I sat there remembering how I thought it was so great. There's the part where the guy with the deep voice starts talking... "Girl, I'm here for you &lt;br /&gt;All those times of night when you just hurt me.." it's insane. Only 13 year old girls really enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they have a new CD called Throwback. But now there's only three of them. For the life of me I can't tell who left. You can check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.boyziimen.com/"&gt;their site&lt;/a&gt; if you're so inclined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other weird thing, there's someone in my parking garage at work who has a sticker on their car that says "I'm changing the climate" I would like to put a note on their car (b/c it's an SUV) and tell them they're only making it worse by driving that inefficient vehicle. I'm not saying my car is perfect for the environment, but I don't say I'm saving it do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113813133423615381?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113813133423615381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113813133423615381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113813133423615381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113813133423615381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/boyz-2-men.html' title='Boyz 2 Men?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113777259961937857</id><published>2006-01-20T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:56:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory</title><content type='html'>I think all my pets are plotting against me. Mabel steals my shoes, but only the light weight ones, she never steals the nice shoes, so I don't care, it's generally just my slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately one of my slippers has been missing for about a week. For the life of me I can't find it, and our apartment isn't that big. Because of this I had to break out my "hippy shoes" otherwise known as my brown clogs from AE, I've had them forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been using those to walk Mabel she started stealing them. But instead of hiding them, she brings them over to the rug and just drops them there. The problem with this is it's like she's just depositing my shoes to the bunnies. I got up this morning to find my "hippy shoes" have been chewed, the heel, the rubber on the bottom, all chewed around the edges. I think they worked that out together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113777259961937857?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113777259961937857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113777259961937857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113777259961937857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113777259961937857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113761539757245428</id><published>2006-01-18T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:16:37.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in how you say it</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today I wore a skirt, haven't done that in a while. I didn't like my shoes for a bit, then I didn't have any nylons, so I couldn't wear a skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I come in to work, getting myself a cup of tea and I had someone say "you look nice today". WTF is that about? Why do you need to add "today" to the statement, if you say "you look nice" that's all you need to say! Adding the "today" just makes me feel like normally I look like a bum but today I look good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113761539757245428?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113761539757245428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113761539757245428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113761539757245428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113761539757245428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-all-in-how-you-say-it.html' title='It&apos;s all in how you say it'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113741973676152342</id><published>2006-01-16T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:55:36.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Seven</title><content type='html'>That's the temperature in Boston this morning. I want to die. With the heat on high, blowing directly on my windshield all the ice on it still did not melt before I got to work, and this was with much scraping done by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113741973676152342?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113741973676152342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113741973676152342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113741973676152342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113741973676152342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/negative-seven.html' title='Negative Seven'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113698719875860646</id><published>2006-01-11T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:46:38.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty</title><content type='html'>My dog is smart! We took her to training last night, and she wasn't as anxious as I expected, but she learned pretty quickly what the clicker was for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that she needs help from Jim Cunningham from Donnie Darko. She is afraid of everything. She could be that little kid that screams out: I'M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No duh is a product of fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113698719875860646?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113698719875860646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113698719875860646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113698719875860646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113698719875860646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/smarty.html' title='Smarty'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113681661635052754</id><published>2006-01-09T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:23:36.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I killed them</title><content type='html'>Our fish are dead. I cleaned the entire tank yesterday. Did such a good job. Then I put in the drops to protect the fish, stirred it up a bit and waited a little before I put the fish in. Then right before bed Scott told me they were both lying on the bottom of the tank. I'm sorry fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog is such a loser. Apparently Saturday she got off her leash on the walk back to the apt, and Scott said she ran all the way home, except when she got to the sidewalk she stopped and looked both ways before she crossed the street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113681661635052754?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113681661635052754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113681661635052754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113681661635052754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113681661635052754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-killed-them.html' title='I killed them'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113588565765046936</id><published>2005-12-29T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:47:37.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS: Postal Shit</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you how much I hate UPS right now? So I ordered two tops from JCrew, b/c I have no cute going out clothes at all. I was very excited as they were both on super sale and totally awesome. Well, UPS lost my package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They delivered it to a completely different town, with a completely different address, there wasn't one thing that was the same about the two addresses. So they tell me, well the driver went to look for it, but the people in that house haven't seen it. Well I'm sure someone walked off with it! So, while the driver scours the neighborhood (I don't even believe for a second this is happening) I have to sit and wait for them to find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the clothes I ordered again b/c they were clearance and they're sold out. And, UPS tells me I have to call the shipper (JCrew) and have them put a tracer on it. Well WTF is the point of putting a tracer on it when they know what happened to it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113588565765046936?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113588565765046936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113588565765046936&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113588565765046936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113588565765046936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/12/ups-postal-shit.html' title='UPS: Postal Shit'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113519215316226125</id><published>2005-12-21T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:09:13.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Pages</title><content type='html'>So I was reading Trading Up by Candace Bushnell. I got to page 187 and looked to the next page only to see that it was not the right page. Upon further inspection I noticed that not only did this page start in the middle of a sentence, it was page 217. I flip further, the pages continue until 248 and then they start over at 217 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm missing 30 pages from my book. I stopped reading it. WTF am I supposed to do? I was fairly invested in finding out what happens in the book. I hate the main character and I want her to get hit buy a bus. I doubt that will happen, but now I'll never know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113519215316226125?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113519215316226125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113519215316226125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113519215316226125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113519215316226125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing-pages.html' title='Missing Pages'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113457073310490328</id><published>2005-12-14T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:32:13.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry "Christ"mas</title><content type='html'>Have you seen all the stuff about how saying Happy Holidays is wrong? So stupid, everyone can celebrate their own holiday. I hate religion, why can't everyone just agree to disagree. If you don't like Happy Holidays go buy your cards at a Christian store. Vent over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our Christmas Tree on Monday night. Now, you have to understand, my entire life when we went to get our Christmas tree we would go to a "tree farm". We would wander around amongst the trees and find the perfect tree. Sometimes we would bicker about the type of tree, sometimes we would end up (after 2 hours) thinking that the first tree we saw was perfect. I will never forget my mom standing next to trees in the cold with her arm up in the air to see if the tree was too tall. If it was taller than her arm the angel wouldn't fit on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real tree after college, was bought at Home Depot. I'm not proud of this, but we didn't know where else to go. See I live in an "urban" area now, so there are no tree farms. We get there and the trees are already wrapped up, how are you supposed to tell if the tree will look right in your house? Well, we got a tree, and it's ghetto. There are holes and it's too narrow, but I love that tree anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Has anyone ever asked you if you were doing a "themed" Christmas? My neighbor asked me, and all I could think was, "Isn't Christmas the theme?". Apparently not, I guess some people decorate for the holidays in special colors, not just red and green. I guess I'm an old fashioned gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113457073310490328?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113457073310490328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113457073310490328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113457073310490328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113457073310490328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry &quot;Christ&quot;mas'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113448378021374593</id><published>2005-12-13T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:23:00.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More empty-headed thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I think stupid things all the time. "Who knows where thoughts come from, they just appear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive to work this morning and see geese flying in a V formation, this makes me think, do the birds know who gets to fly in the front? Is it a different bird each time? Do they just fight to be in the front, or is it better to be in the back? Do birds even wonder this or is it all just instinctive. I doubt with their brains they think about this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm driving past S&amp;S, and I think, if they're a SuperMarket why aren't they also a SuperPharmacy instead of just a regular pharmacy? I mean who would pass up a SuperPharmacy and go to a regular one? It's like having Tylenol that isn't extra strength, it's just Tylenol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113448378021374593?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113448378021374593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113448378021374593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113448378021374593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113448378021374593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-empty-headed-thoughts.html' title='More empty-headed thoughts'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113391290949494921</id><published>2005-12-06T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:48:29.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>I recently started drinking hot tea. I never did that before. Then this weekend I drank long island iced tea, I didn't do that often before. I've decided it should be my drink of choice when looking to get blitzed. Of course I did learn that my limit is two and a quarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend in Miami with some great friends. LF, I missed you and you're probably the best person I know, and I'm saying it sober this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you more about my weekend, but where's the fun in that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113391290949494921?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113391290949494921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113391290949494921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113391290949494921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113391290949494921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/12/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113320280988787511</id><published>2005-11-28T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:33:29.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been almost a month since I posted. What's been going on? Hmm, well I got into a fantastic groove of hating my job. But I'm over it. I've decided I'm going to take over. Everything that I was getting annoyed about, I'm just going to do it myself. The problem is that people don't get things done, but I will! I will dominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise Alexis had one of the most beautiful weddings ever! It was gorgeous and classy and very very fun. And I must say White Castle makes some damn good burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random tangent: I can't believe the year is almost over! What happened to time? And, I'm going to Miami this weekend, I can't wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113320280988787511?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113320280988787511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113320280988787511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113320280988787511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113320280988787511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-believe-its-been-almost-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113111027961361356</id><published>2005-11-04T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:17:59.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke</title><content type='html'>Went to a karoke bar last night, it was a first for me. Alexis was the belle of the ball with her "Old School" version of Total Eclipse of the Heart. Lauren was fantastic as well, and they did some great versions of Britney Spears together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left before I sang Copacabana with Alexis b/c there was some weird girl hitting on my boyfriend. Once we got up to leave she sidled over to Bryan and asked if she had a girlfriend, Alexis showed her her ring and said, we're getting married in two weeks. I think she even went over to Lauren's Scott, but I don't know what the chick did then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come on, you're at a bar, apparently looking for a guy, you see a guy you like, but he's with his (obvious) girlfriend. I don't care how drunk you are, you don't move in on that. That's just stupid. She gave him her phone number on the pretense that she wants to go to a Bruins game. I took it and told her "I'll hold on to this". WTF chick, how stupid are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113111027961361356?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113111027961361356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113111027961361356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113111027961361356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113111027961361356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/11/karaoke.html' title='Karaoke'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113078984239445844</id><published>2005-10-31T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:17:22.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Child's Sense of Wonder</title><content type='html'>So last night, while I was very screwed up, I was looking at books online. We'd been to borders earlier in the day and I liked a bunch of books I saw that were all about random information, so I looked up some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find one that looks interesting, and then when I go in to read the description I find out that it's a book for parent's to read to their kids. It explains all sorts of stupid stuff like why exactly people hiccup. Every book I looked at like that was for kids. Eventually I did find a section for "grown-ups" but it took a while. I guess I'm more childlike than I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and can I just say I wish we turned the clocks back all the time! I love that extra hour, it's like free time I can do anything I want with! When I was in college and I had a prof cancel a class I wouldn't go study, I would enjoy my free time b/c it was time I hadn't planned on being able to use how I wanted. I feel the same way about changing the clocks. Although I think it's a stupid practice, that is my hour and I will use it as I see fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113078984239445844?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113078984239445844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113078984239445844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113078984239445844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113078984239445844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/10/with-childs-sense-of-wonder.html' title='With a Child&apos;s Sense of Wonder'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-113050234686857038</id><published>2005-10-28T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:25:46.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see what I see?</title><content type='html'>Doubtful. You only see what I see if you have one contact in while watching a hockey game. Yup, that's right I had tickets to the Bruins game last night and my contact crapped out on me before the game even started. It bubbled over my eye. When I took it out and looked at it you could tell that it was disintegrating, peeling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched the game with one good eye. It was a good game. Less than three minutes in there was a fight. I love fights. The gloves came off immediately, it was pretty sweet, even with only one eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-113050234686857038?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/113050234686857038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=113050234686857038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113050234686857038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/113050234686857038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-you-see-what-i-see.html' title='Do you see what I see?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112977266278210985</id><published>2005-10-19T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:44:22.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/640/AH%20Shower_0159.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/320/AH%20Shower_0159.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis with her brand new toilet seat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112977266278210985?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112977266278210985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112977266278210985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112977266278210985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112977266278210985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/10/alexis-with-her-brand-new-toilet-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112975230550358018</id><published>2005-10-19T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:05:05.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Wilma?</title><content type='html'>Way to ruin my weekend Wilma! I was going to go to Miami and get some nice weather while visiting my one and only college roommate. But what do I get instead? Category 5 hurricane, 175mph winds and a MB of 882, the lowest on record ever. This is the first year ever to have a hurricane starting with a W (name started in 1953). It's also the record tying 21st hurricane of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stuck here, no Land of Neon for me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112975230550358018?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112975230550358018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112975230550358018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112975230550358018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112975230550358018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf-wilma.html' title='WTF Wilma?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112920995156783589</id><published>2005-10-13T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:25:51.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously slacking in my blog. But apparently I still fit into the dork category of people who keep a blog. Dorks rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog stinks, and I mean that literally, her butt smells, and somehow she made my coat smell, so I go to the movies last night (Proof - good movie, love Jake Gyllenhal) and my coat stinks it up in the theater. I had to put it on the chair in front of me. Needless to say I'm using a different jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good, my evaluation went swimmingly. I love my job actually, which is really a first for me in the working world of grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the only other thing that I have to say that might actually fit in with the tone of my blog is, what's up with old people? I've heard comedians say that when you get older you turn into a little kid, well they weren't lying. I work next door to a hotel, the hotel has all these trips of people b/c it's near town, but cheaper b/c it's not in it. Every damn tour that comes out and is waiting to get on that bus contains a a$$load of old people all wearing nametags, but not just any nametags, these are on lanyards, and say the name of the tour company. Apparently when you're old you need to be reminded of your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm not a grownup, but all my friends are - you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112920995156783589?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112920995156783589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112920995156783589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112920995156783589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112920995156783589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/10/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112800970586988958</id><published>2005-09-29T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:01:45.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Time</title><content type='html'>It's funny the way time works. When I was younger and we talked about people that were born in the 1880's I thought wow, it must have been cool to live through the turn of the century. But now that's me, I'm living through that, actually through the millennium, and you know what? It wasn't all that impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me there's something different about the few decades before and after the century turns. I have friends getting married this year, and some day someone could hear they got married in 2005 and think wow, that was such a long time ago, things were so different. That's what I used to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there were so many more changes made when the century turned last time, they got running water and electricity and movies and talkies and color pictures. Seeing those things must have been amazing. Everything we see now seems to be an improvement on things we already have. We have computers, but now we make adjustments and changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of the things I'll have when I get older will be the ability to say "when I was a kid we had to listen to music and watch movies on tape, and if you weren't careful you could ruin the tape, pull it out or it could melt". But I'll never get to use the one my dad had, he had to walk to school and his elementary school was only one room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told one of my friend's how it's funny that the SAT's changed, my score now sounds really pathetic b/c it's on a different scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time amazes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112800970586988958?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112800970586988958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112800970586988958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112800970586988958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112800970586988958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/09/turning-time.html' title='Turning Time'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112733080425799171</id><published>2005-09-21T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:26:44.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS and my problems with the world</title><content type='html'>Every day this week has felt like the longest day ever. I couldn't tell you if that's b/c I started my diet again, or b/c I have PMS. Either seems equally likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we need to rent a parking space for the winter b/c we now have two cars. I talked to a kid in my building who has two spaces and no car. He wanted to know how much I thought, and I low balled, but it Watertown I paid $45/mo. He wants $150/mo. That is so not happening, for November through April we would have to pay him $900. Yeah right. We're going to enter the auction for the parking space that is left, but I don't think we'll win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TV is still not ready from the stupid repair people. He said it would be done last week, we were waiting for a part to come in off back order, and then another part. Now he said he got the picture, but no sound. WTF? Apparently sound is usually easier than picture. We should've just scrapped the TV all together. If I have to pay for one more part b/c of a stupid lightning storm I'm going to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, who instilled in me that I cannot end a sentence with a preposition? I sat here at my computer writing an e-mail to the CEO and I had to make my sentence correct. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't notice, nor would anyone, but I am obsessed with it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112733080425799171?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112733080425799171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112733080425799171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112733080425799171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112733080425799171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/09/pms-and-my-problems-with-world.html' title='PMS and my problems with the world'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112715541074710436</id><published>2005-09-19T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:43:52.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists Everywhere, My Thanks</title><content type='html'>I'm very excited that Allegra  has come out with a generic. Now two months will only cost me $20 instead of $70! That's $25 a month that's mine now! That feels great, imagine how great it will feel when my car and condo are paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am greatful, there is still much more work to be done. Diseases that haven't been cured, medications that aren't completed. But we're on our way people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112715541074710436?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112715541074710436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112715541074710436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112715541074710436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112715541074710436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/09/scientists-everywhere-my-thanks.html' title='Scientists Everywhere, My Thanks'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112655088360653853</id><published>2005-09-12T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:48:03.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagheenanajar &amp; Costanza</title><content type='html'>I feel equal parts Samir from Office Space and George from Seinfeld. My work phone was hooked up last week b/c I moved my desk. The telephone man made my last name Adams. I am always getting my name either pronounced wrong, or spelled wrong, pretty much the same thing. This morning I got a fax to Jill Adwmns. WTF? How could anyone even say that??? My name is not that hard, really, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My George feeling comes from the fact that I was re-adjusting my computer and while under my desk I felt that there was ample space for me to take a nap. If you're not familiar with it here's the &lt;a href="http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheNap.html"&gt;script&lt;/a&gt;. It's really quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from feeling like a movie/tv character, Katie decided I should win the clumsiest person award b/c I seem to hurt myself more than her. How is this possible you ask? Well, I fell down the stairs yesterday. Yup, right onto my back. So today my back hurts quite a bit, but no bruise. I can't crack the upper part of my back, and this makes me sad. Will someone come walk on me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112655088360653853?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112655088360653853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112655088360653853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112655088360653853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112655088360653853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/09/nagheenanajar-costanza.html' title='Nagheenanajar &amp; Costanza'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112619894787863781</id><published>2005-09-08T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:02:27.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest week. Ever</title><content type='html'>Good news or Bad? We'll go with bad first b/c there's more good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;I tried to drop Trudy off to get her girly bits taken out, but when I got there and filled out the form they told me that the vet broke a finger. Luckily they are holding her for the day for me so I could go to work and not have to drive her home first. Secondly I'm totally exahusted, but the reason why leads right into the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:&lt;br /&gt;My weekend in NH was totally awesome. I don't think it could've been better. We went canoeing and hiking and we played games together all weekend. We being Scott's fam and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Monday late, (post speeding ticket, Scott not me). Tuesday I find out we're going to the Sox game! Yippee! I haven't been to one game all year. And they won! Poppi hit a homerun in the bottom of the 9th, and it went about 30 feet to my right! After the game when we were walking out I saw Remy! Of course I didn't stop him b/c he was going so fast, but I saw him, which was super super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found out that my friend Jay has extra tickets to the Sox game tonight, so we'll get to see two out of three games in the Angels series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my own desk, complete with computer, and my own phone line. If you need the number e-mail me! So overall it's a great week, and hopefully I'll be ending it by seeing Cake at Government Center this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112619894787863781?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112619894787863781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112619894787863781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112619894787863781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112619894787863781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/09/longest-week-ever.html' title='Longest week. Ever'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112560176676825502</id><published>2005-09-01T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:09:26.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing</title><content type='html'>You know what I really want? Glow in the dark nail polish. Why does it feel like these things were around more when I was a kid? Maybe I was just more aware of stupid crap like that when I was younger. But I think it would be fun. Just a few years ago I had nail polish that was clear but when you went in the sun it turned pink. A friend painted it on his toenails and then went to Florida. His feet looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I think it'd be fun if my nails glowed in the dark. I'd go to bed one night before Scott and he'd come in to see my fingernails glow. I think it'd freak him out, and I think that'd be cool. I'm just a big kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112560176676825502?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112560176676825502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112560176676825502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112560176676825502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112560176676825502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/09/glowing.html' title='Glowing'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112507474114466045</id><published>2005-08-26T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:45:41.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Googleness</title><content type='html'>You know, I normally hate corporations. I think Disney is taking over the world, as is NBC, Martha Stewart was trying to and doing pretty well until she went to jail, but she's working her way up the world domination ladder as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One company I'd have to say I wouldn't mind taking over stuff is Google. That is as long as they keep doing what they're doing. They just added &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk/"&gt;GoogleTalk&lt;/a&gt; which makes me very happy as I'm dying to get away from AOL (also taking over the world, but they're in there with Disney and ABC). AOL sucks, I hate the program, it takes over your computer, it's supposed to be easy for people, but it takes you away from learning how to actually use the internet, which I guess isn't a problem if you never use computers that don't have AOL. But come on, it's like putting a mask over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be downloading GoogleTalk at home (not at work obviously) but please join me in celebration that we have another service to use and maybe we can drop AOL all together. Also, GoogleTalk lets you actually talk through your computer for free, check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112507474114466045?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112507474114466045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112507474114466045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112507474114466045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112507474114466045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/08/googleness.html' title='Googleness'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112498606972918419</id><published>2005-08-25T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:07:49.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Jill and I'm a sugar addict. Ok, so I can't remember the last time I had a day with no candy or ice cream or cake. This is just wrong. There's a basket of candy at work, which I take tootsie rolls from. At home I have M&amp;Ms to snack on after dinner, but then I eat way too many.  This morning there was cake in the kitchen at work, and more than one person raved about how good it was, so of course I had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way out of this. I have to sugar detox. No candy, cake, ice cream, for at the very least a few days. I have to get it out of my system. But I do not include fig newtons in that category, and that's b/c I only eat two of those a day (when I even eat them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112498606972918419?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112498606972918419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112498606972918419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112498606972918419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112498606972918419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/08/detox.html' title='Detox'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112480366467254240</id><published>2005-08-23T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:27:44.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I try to only write on here when I have something interesting to say, so you can see that I obviously haven't had much going on. Asthma sucks, which has kept me from exercising, so I feel like a giant loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Allman Brothers show on Saturday, that was a blast, we tailgated all afternoon and then went in for the show. Keith and Julie were down from ME. Why do so many of my friends live so far away? It really blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112480366467254240?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112480366467254240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112480366467254240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112480366467254240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112480366467254240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-try-to-only-write-on-here-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112384949724294189</id><published>2005-08-12T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:24:57.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Ok, what's happened to music lately? I feel like every time I turn on the radio it's the same song on. Everything sounds the same. Or the re-makes of old songs. Yes, it's great to pay tribute to old songs and artists, but maybe their version is better than yours. Maybe we should leave good enough alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on Weezer. How unbelievably disappointing is Weezer? I used to love that band. I still love their old stuff, but come on, the song "We Are All On Drugs" doesn't that song sound just like their old music, with the same chords, just different words? It's not original. And that song "Beverly Hills," why would Weezer sing about Beverly Hills? I can't even continue this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also just mention, in complete randomness, I hate the police (No, not the band). This morning I went through the regular construction by my house. A policeman waved me to stop, even though there seemed to be no reason to do so. Then, after five minutes he waved me on. But I sat there, and then another cop started waving at me to go. Why did I not go? Because there was a flippin' crane holding up some sort of huge metal thing in the middle of the road, that would've crashed into my windshield. So when I waved at them they looked back, saw the thing in the air and then held up their hand for me to stop. Gee thanks, obviously with your help I would be dead right now. How about paying attention when you direct traffic??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112384949724294189?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112384949724294189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112384949724294189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112384949724294189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112384949724294189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/08/musical-disappointment.html' title='Musical Disappointment'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112352505523233577</id><published>2005-08-08T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:17:35.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philips/Magnavox, how could you do this to me?</title><content type='html'>My TV broke. I come back from being away for the weekend, and we find that the TV won't work. Right when we want to watch the sox game. We checked the satellite, it wasn't that, and then we switched the TVs. Now we have the little 19" in the living room, which sucks b/c it's a weird generic TV (the TV is fine) but it's not compatible with any universal remotes, so we now have another remote. Being a grown up sucks, b/c all these stupid money issues just pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny news: &lt;a href="http://www.allheadlinenews.com/cgi-bin/news/newsbrief.plx?id=2247037218&amp;fa=1"&gt;Daylight Savings Extension&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irks me that they're going to screw with my time. WTF. And why do we need this? Apparently it's going to help with energy. All it means to me is that I'll have to spring ahead right before my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112352505523233577?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112352505523233577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112352505523233577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112352505523233577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112352505523233577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/08/philipsmagnavox-how-could-you-do-this.html' title='Philips/Magnavox, how could you do this to me?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112301405345037632</id><published>2005-08-02T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:20:53.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alexis and I should not be allowed to drive in a car together to any destination where neither of us have been. Even some places we've been to should be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we attended a funeral. We got lost. What happened was that we drove past it and didn't see it, drove all the way into Wellesley even though we were supposed to be in Brookline. We turned around a few times. During this time we thought we were late b/c we thought everything started at 9, but it started at 10. So we were actually half an hour early. When we did finally get there we sat in the church for about 20 minutes feeling like we were in an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasum. Possibly sitting in the wrong church we contemplated how we might have to get up and try to escape when we discover that we are at the wrong services. We didn't recognize anyone, what were we to do. Well there was no way we were going to get up and leave in the middle of someone's mass, so we realized we'd have to sit there and miss the services we wanted to attend. Luckily everything worked out, but it was touch and go for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest rant, and let me preface this by saying that if you are against abortion you can just stop reading right now. I have my opinions, you have yours, leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The govenors of both MA and NY have decided that they are against the morning after pill. Now, obviously I'm not shocked that this happened, but I am appalled. They don't want to allow these pills to be sold over the counter. Now, I like to assume that this would only be used as a precaution, such as if the condom broke, and I do realize what it would be like to make this available to teenagers, but I also know that teenagers are going to have sex, and the ones who are responsible enough will use condoms, or go to Planned Parenthood to get on the pill. But for those who don't they should make this pill available. It's not killing an unborn child, it's preventing an egg from getting fertilized, get over it. There isn't even a fetus yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112301405345037632?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112301405345037632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112301405345037632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112301405345037632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112301405345037632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/08/alexis-and-i-should-not-be-allowed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112265801099706089</id><published>2005-07-29T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:26:51.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facinating Factoid</title><content type='html'>Did you know that participating in Daylight Savings Time is completely optional? Arizona and Hawaii do not participate. I think I should petition the state of Massachusetts to have us always stay on Daylight Savings Time, just to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be great if you drove through MA and had to change your clock?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112265801099706089?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112265801099706089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112265801099706089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112265801099706089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112265801099706089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/facinating-factoid.html' title='Facinating Factoid'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112264178581629837</id><published>2005-07-29T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:56:25.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an absolutely gorgeous day! Yippee! You can bet your butt I'll be outside at lunch. And I'm so glad it's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dog is better, and we discovered that apparently she doesn't hate going for a walk, she just hates going for a walk with ME! Scott takes her out and she'll give a little resistance and then she goes, but with me, she won't go at all. I don't know what's wrong with her. She loves me in the house. Maybe it's because I'm always the one who picks her up and puts her in the car, which she hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey's back! Bruins start selling tickets next week and Scott and I are going to go to the first game of the season. I'm wicked excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we keep getting loads of messages on our machine, some are telemarketers, others are people speaking spanish. Now I ask this, if you called someone, and heard there message, and they spoke english wouldn't you not leave a message. I guess maybe they're calling their bilingual friends. So I am resorting to changing our answering machine message. It will soon say: You've reached Scott &amp; Jill leave us a message, no habla espanol, if you are a telemarketer please try someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I don't speak spanish, please don't leave a message, but I dropped spanish after almost half a semester, so I don't think that's going to happen, unless someone out there in the internet void can tell me how to say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112264178581629837?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112264178581629837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112264178581629837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112264178581629837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112264178581629837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-absolutely-gorgeous-day-yippee-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112231502523570881</id><published>2005-07-25T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:10:25.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People do read my blog! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel is better, a little, but I'm hoping the vet calls me back from the update I left her this AM. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl in my office who is so freakin' dumb I can't stand it. And she's a clinical coordinator. This morning in our regular meeting she says to me, oh Dartmouth-Hitchcock is in New Hampshire, that's good to know. And she was serious. First of all, if you're in the Boston area you should know where that is, and secondly she's been here over a month and didn't know that. We deal with that hospital all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else new here. Scott beat me at mini-golf this weekend, but only by 2 strokes, and I have vowed to beat him. And I will... muh ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112231502523570881?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112231502523570881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112231502523570881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112231502523570881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112231502523570881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/people-do-read-my-blog-thanks-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112203516580683240</id><published>2005-07-22T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T08:26:05.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly pets</title><content type='html'>I think this is just the worst month ever for pets, especially if they're mine. I have to take Mabel to the vet today b/c she's been acting strangely all week. She won't go outside, if we try to walk her she pees in the house. I called the vet and they want to see her today, so I'm taking off early today to bring her to the vet. I can't deal with more sick pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my Harry Potter VI arrived yesterday. I'm about 250 pages into it, but that's only b/c I didn't have much time last night (had to bake cookies for canoeing). I'd love to write what I can't believe about it, but on the off chance that people actually read my blog I'll refrain from doing so, don't want to spoil it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing tomorrow! Can't wait. It's the most relaxing and most fun thing ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112203516580683240?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112203516580683240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112203516580683240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112203516580683240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112203516580683240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/sickly-pets.html' title='Sickly pets'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112195359241658686</id><published>2005-07-21T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:46:32.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HHH</title><content type='html'>Hazy, Hot and Humid. Has the weather been anything but lately? Scott shut off the air this morning b/c he thinks it's beautiful outside, and he opened all the windows. I understand that he hates air conditioning, but now when I get home the whole apartment will be hot and gross, and all our pets will be uncomfortable. What sucks the most is that I'll have to close all the windows and try to get the place to cool off enough that I can use my elliptical b/c I can barely breathe when I'm outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112195359241658686?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112195359241658686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112195359241658686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112195359241658686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112195359241658686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/hhh.html' title='HHH'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112143559833643324</id><published>2005-07-15T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:53:18.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The God of Allegra</title><content type='html'>I worship the god of Allegra. It is my absolute favorite invention, and this is the only thing I wouldn't mind praying to if I had to pray. I ran out, b/c I suck, and I feel horrible. My eyes feel like they're huge. I'll be at Walgreens asap after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I didn't lose my debit card, Scott had it, so at least I'm not completely losing it. We have a new bunny, Trudy. She's cute. I haven't really taken to her yet, but Scott definitely has. She and Maude were fighting last night, but this morning Maude was laying outside Trudy's cage. Hopefully it's a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I'm completely boring. Trying to stay awake at work with these stupid allergies. Only  5 1/2 hours until I can go to Walgreens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112143559833643324?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112143559833643324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112143559833643324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112143559833643324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112143559833643324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-of-allegra.html' title='The God of Allegra'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112111300155655078</id><published>2005-07-11T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:16:41.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetful</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I lost my debit card a few weeks ago, and they sent me a new one. Well, I believe I may have lost that one as well. I can't seem to find it anywhere, and I'm not sure when I used it last. I have to log on tonight to find out and look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of those days where you feel put together and that you actually look really nice. I like those days, but I also can't stand them, b/c I'm doomed to hate whatever I'm wearing the next day b/c there is no way I'll look as good as I did the day before, and suddenly it's like I have standards or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112111300155655078?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112111300155655078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112111300155655078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112111300155655078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112111300155655078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/forgetful.html' title='forgetful'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112061322441056431</id><published>2005-07-05T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:27:04.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/640/000_0178.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/320/000_0178.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking things out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112061322441056431?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112061322441056431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112061322441056431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061322441056431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061322441056431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/checking-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112061321487337977</id><published>2005-07-05T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:26:54.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/640/000_0103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/320/000_0103.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lazy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112061321487337977?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112061321487337977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112061321487337977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061321487337977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061321487337977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112061319535405486</id><published>2005-07-05T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:26:35.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/640/loft_0101.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/320/loft_0101.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George causing mahem&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112061319535405486?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112061319535405486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112061319535405486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061319535405486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061319535405486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/george-causing-mahem.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112061316331926015</id><published>2005-07-05T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:26:03.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/640/George%20not%20looking%20like%20the%20devil.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/320/George%20not%20looking%20like%20the%20devil.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112061316331926015?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112061316331926015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112061316331926015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061316331926015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061316331926015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/george.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112061309975919270</id><published>2005-07-05T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:24:59.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/640/000_0172.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/23/6417/320/000_0172.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Killer Bojangles&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112061309975919270?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112061309975919270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112061309975919270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061309975919270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112061309975919270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/george-killer-bojangles.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-112059471490702338</id><published>2005-07-05T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:18:34.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny heaven</title><content type='html'>My bunny died today. He was almost 3. Scott and I came home last night and he was laying on the floor despondent. We couldn't get him to move. We took him to the emergency vet right then. They did x-rays, and found that he had sandy granules (calcium deposits) in his bladder. This caused the rest of his body to not function correctly. They were worried there was urine in his abdomin, but there wasn't so we were going ahead with surgery today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor called at 7:15 to tell us that he didn't have a good night and wouldn't be a good candidate for surgery anymore, if we wanted to see him we had to go then. We tried to leave, but the doc called back 10 minutes later and said George had just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to go get Maude checked out to make sure she's ok. She's very confused b/c George is gone. They were bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bunny. He was a great little man. You'd always find him sitting on the couch checking things out. He went back in his cage when you wanted him to. He chewed mine (and some of my friend's shoes) but I forgave him. He was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP George Killer Bojangles, we miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-112059471490702338?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/112059471490702338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=112059471490702338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112059471490702338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/112059471490702338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/07/bunny-heaven.html' title='bunny heaven'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111996535739234444</id><published>2005-06-28T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:29:17.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget everything you ever learned about driving!</title><content type='html'>I live just outside Boston. Everyday I drive through the city, I frequently drive into the city. Now, honestly when I lived in CT I thought that people from MA were horrible drivers. But, then I moved here and realized this is the only way you'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few driving rules that I've tossed out since moving to MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay two-three car lengths behind the car in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;    Now I guarantee if you do this you will get cut off by at least two cars. Therefore it is absolutely necessary to drive as close as you possibly can to the bumper in front of you without actually hitting it. Even if you have half a car lengths space, someone will cut you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always use your blinkers to indicate a lane change. Also put the blinker on before you even check to make sure you can switch lanes.&lt;br /&gt;   The only way this is ideal is if you never want to get into the next lane...ever. If you put your blinker on, the person in the next lane will purposely speed up so you can't get in front of them. I recommend never using your blinker when changing lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When making a left turn pull out just a little so you can see, and then wait until traffic clears.&lt;br /&gt;   If you do this, you'll sit and wait for the rest of your life. I fully believe that if I followed this rule I would still be sitting at an intersection right now. I recommend following the MA standard, which is slowly pull out until you are blocking traffic from going on the left, and when the traffic on the right clears pull out. If traffic on the right doesn't clear follow the same rules for blocking traffic on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111996535739234444?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111996535739234444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111996535739234444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111996535739234444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111996535739234444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/forget-everything-you-ever-learned.html' title='Forget everything you ever learned about driving!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111955696460220572</id><published>2005-06-23T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:02:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ate shit</title><content type='html'>Maybe if I type the story here I won't have to tell it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a distinct possibility that I broke my tailbone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down onto concrete last night. Right onto mytailbone. I was walking into the building, opened the door, Mabel wentrunning in, pulled me, I jumped into the building slipped b/c my flipflop was wet and it was concrete. Fell up and then down right onto mytailbone. I'm in a little bit of pain right now. Actually, I a lot. I'm debating going to the doctor. But of course I haven't gone today. I probably won't... unless Scott makes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111955696460220572?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111955696460220572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111955696460220572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111955696460220572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111955696460220572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/ate-shit.html' title='ate shit'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111944287415674762</id><published>2005-06-22T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:21:14.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soylent green is people</title><content type='html'>What I love about old movies is how they depict life in the future. I watched Soylent Green last night. I've gotta tell you, if 2022 is anything like it is in this movie we're in for a few changes. Apparently you'll be able to rent an apartment and have a girl in there waiting for you. She comes with the apartment. Everyone will be dressed as they were in the 1970's. The one thing that won't be different is we'll be using old TV sets, the picture won't be better at all - no where near the quality we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I lost my debit card. Again. I do this like once a year. It must be somewhere in my apartment, but I can't find it. I last used it to order a gift for my dad for fathers' day. It's gone now. I have to order a new one. I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111944287415674762?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111944287415674762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111944287415674762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111944287415674762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111944287415674762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/soylent-green-is-people.html' title='soylent green is people'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111895075224176792</id><published>2005-06-16T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:39:12.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>autistic</title><content type='html'>Mabel has to be autistic. She's seriously an anomaly. She does all this stuff that I don't understand. She walks next to walls - this she has to do, she'll pull on her leash until you let her right up next to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had chinese food. I was cleaning it up (we had to eat on the couch and use the footstool as a table b/c of painting). I came back from putting the dishes in the washer, only to find that she had picked up the chinese food box with the rice in it, had the box on the couch with her nose in it. Personally I think this is amazing, since the dog I grew up with would've had it knocked all over the floor, but not my dog, she just picked it up and moved it so she could eat on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111895075224176792?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111895075224176792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111895075224176792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111895075224176792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111895075224176792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/autistic.html' title='autistic'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111884279428568950</id><published>2005-06-15T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:40:07.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiated Food</title><content type='html'>Have you ever eaten anything in the microwave - unless you have a pacemaker I'm guessing you do frequently. Well here's the deal, I like my food cooked in an oven much better than I like it in the microwave. There's something very unnatural about the microwave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night Scott picked up some frozen pizza (we can't cook b/c we're painting the apartment and furniture is everywhere!). I turned on the oven before he got home so we could throw them in and paint while they were cooking. He got home and handed me the pizza, and it says microwavable on the front cover, he said it would be quicker, and I told him I already heated the oven, so he checked the box for oven instructions only to find that there aren't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box implicitly states that you are not to put this pizza or any of the paper apparatus with it in the oven. Now personally this freaks me out. What is wrong with this food that you can't put it in the oven. It doesn't say you shouldn't, it specifically says not to. Apparently this food needs microwaves to be edible. And the worst part is, I ate it - there was nothing else in the house. Let me just tell you, if something is only microwavable, and there is no other way to make it, it's probably not good. Case in point - Easy Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111884279428568950?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111884279428568950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111884279428568950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111884279428568950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111884279428568950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/radiated-food.html' title='Radiated Food'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111868537791840295</id><published>2005-06-13T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:56:17.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Ts'ai Lun... and other rants</title><content type='html'>Ts'ai Lun was the inventor of paper. I currently believe that paper is the most evil creation ever. Of course I had to copy a binder 6 times. Paper cuts, yeah I have those. There is something about paper, everyone needs to see something on paper, in writing, etc. I realize it serves a good purpose, but I think it's just getting taken overboard. And then I see the paper package that says that 30% of it is recycled. To me I think 30% is nothing, and then I start thinking about all the trees that are being killed just so we can have a notebook. My heart breaks for every tree being chopped down now.... I am the Native American in those old commericals about waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant #2 (which is completely random)&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls wear halter tops, or tube tops and then wear regular bras? Do they not know how tacky that is? It's one thing if your bra shows, but wearing something without straps and then having your bra straps sticking out is awful. This among other things that girls do pisses me off - and yes I am a girl, but at least I'm not a whore. I also don't attempt to squeeze my ass into paints that are two sizes too small and then walk around with a too small top on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111868537791840295?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111868537791840295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111868537791840295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111868537791840295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111868537791840295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-tsai-lun-and-other-rants.html' title='Damn Ts&apos;ai Lun... and other rants'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111833867165869132</id><published>2005-06-09T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:37:51.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hicks</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I'm pretty much a hick, or at least I was for most of my life. I've also realized I'm not a city girl. I like having a back yard and being able to go outside. And I'm not talking a 15x15 block. Well, here's yet another story of my confusion b/c I'm a hick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got home and used the bathroom, the toilet started making a lot of noise when I flushed it, so I took the cover off to look in the tank to make sure I wasn't going to have to shut the water off.  It was fine, but I forgot to put the cover right back on b/c I had to go tend to my dog chasing my rabbits (sounds like a normal story till I mention that right?). Scott came home and asked what was wrong with the toilet, I told him, he flushed it, and the fresh water that came out was brown. Then we checked the faucet, also brown water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this happened b/c the city shut down the water on our street b/c of some construction. However, I've never seen this happen, so I get concerned. Scott starts telling me this is totally normal, and then gets surprised b/c I've never seen it happen. And then I tell him I had a well growing up, if our water was brown there was something to be concerned about. I miss wells. I miss knowing my water is clean. I was afraid to shower this morning :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111833867165869132?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111833867165869132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111833867165869132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111833867165869132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111833867165869132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/hicks.html' title='Hicks'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111816537949363316</id><published>2005-06-07T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:29:39.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old and ok</title><content type='html'>Why is there this crazy need to make everything new and improved? For example, I like Doritoes, but I had some of the improved ones, and you know what? I don't like them. They taste like cool ranch mixed with regular doritoes. Nothing wrong with cool ranch, but I'm not eating that am I? Some things are just better left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop messing with things I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111816537949363316?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111816537949363316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111816537949363316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111816537949363316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111816537949363316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/old-and-ok.html' title='old and ok'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111772618734152532</id><published>2005-06-02T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:33:42.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>I'm serving almost no purpose at work. I heard once that the more you watch tv the more your brain essentially melts - does the internet count for that too???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111772618734152532?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111772618734152532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111772618734152532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111772618734152532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111772618734152532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111767453397375069</id><published>2005-06-01T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:36:25.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sickly</title><content type='html'>I left work today at 11:30. The woman (Karen) who I'm going to be covering for, who is currently training me, is 8 1/2 mo preggers and didn't want me to be around when I'm sick. Normally I would argue, except I don't want to be responsible for getting her sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can figure out that's wrong with me is b/c of my BC. I had to go off of it b/c of my insurance switch, now I'm waiting to start it up again, but it's been, hmmm 6 weeks with no period, and when I was on the pill I had break through bleeding. Hormones are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try an IUD, or the sponge, or the patch. But there isn't much out there that can really help me. And my doc makes me feel so much better by saying, well it could take up to a year for you to get back to a normal cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111767453397375069?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111767453397375069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111767453397375069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111767453397375069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111767453397375069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/06/sickly.html' title='sickly'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111755128636946757</id><published>2005-05-31T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:54:46.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent the weekend feeling like I was in college again, but in a good way. Scott and I had a party, technically two. Hung out with friends on Saturday and Sunday, pretty much all day. I had a total blast. I miss hanging out with groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got completely and totally trashed, and that was the only bad part of the weekend. I'm not even going to tell you how many times I threw up. Aside from being trashed it was a completely perfect weekend and exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remind me again why I was ever in a hurry to grow up??? I have a condo, a dog, a car, a live in boyfriend, a job, a life, what more could I possibly need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111755128636946757?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111755128636946757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111755128636946757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111755128636946757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111755128636946757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-spent-weekend-feeling-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111722268960937465</id><published>2005-05-27T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:38:09.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tv to movies</title><content type='html'>Summer is here, which means aside from old Law &amp; Order reruns there's nothing I want to watch. Not that there was much anyway. I like Desperate Housewives and Scrubs, and everything else I don't care. So the summer will be spent watching Red Sox games and trying to spend time outside - but we also need to watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're going to give netflix a try, b/c I don't know that I really want to try HBO. Movies to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfather (not me, Scott)&lt;br /&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;Waking Life&lt;br /&gt;White Noise&lt;br /&gt;Dodgeball&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's all these movies I want to own, and more I want to see in theaters. So, aside from dedicating my time to quilting this summer (to make gifts for everyone in the world) I'll be watching movies as much as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111722268960937465?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111722268960937465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111722268960937465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111722268960937465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111722268960937465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/05/tv-to-movies.html' title='tv to movies'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111702830758009817</id><published>2005-05-25T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:38:27.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG you must be dying!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so working in the healthcare field is great, but I went from dealing with cancer patients to hearing about freakish ways that people died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has changed me. Before I did any of these jobs when someone got sick I would say, oh it's just a cold, or oh, it's just a bug bite. But now I think it must be the worst. I'm not thinking they're going to die, but it's never the easy way out anymore. Now, for example, my brother's neck/chin area is swollen. My mother told him to take some benadryl it's probably a bug bite. My first thought is, it could be your thyroid enflamed you should go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly like that little kid in Kindergarden Cop "maybe it's a tumor". People don't need to go on to WebMD to find out what could possibly be wrong with them, if they want to fear the worst they should just come talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111702830758009817?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111702830758009817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111702830758009817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111702830758009817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111702830758009817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/05/omg-you-must-be-dying.html' title='OMG you must be dying!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145439.post-111696479725130573</id><published>2005-05-24T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:04:23.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, so all my life I always had these themesongs for myself. Weird I know. But they always kind of described where I was in my life. I've decided to revert back to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HS it was Harvey Danger - flagpole sitta - because basically lets face it I'm totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in college there was another, but then my junior year I decided it would be she's got legs - b/c that was my whory self at the time. I liked to flirt and meet boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's going to be Road to Nowhere by Talking Heads. This seems to sum up my life right now. I don't think I'm going nowhere. I just don't know where I'm going, only where I've been. And I can't take anyone's path but my own. I just need to see where that path goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we know where we’re goin’&lt;br /&gt;But we don’t know where we’ve been&lt;br /&gt;And we know what we’re knowin’&lt;br /&gt;But we can’t say what we’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;And we’re not little childrenAnd we know what we want&lt;br /&gt;And the future is certain&lt;br /&gt;Give us time to work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Come on inside&lt;br /&gt;Takin’ that ride to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;We’ll take that ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feelin’ okay this mornin’&lt;br /&gt;And you know,We’re on the road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Here is where time is on our side&lt;br /&gt;Take you there...take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a city in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Come along and take that rideAnd it’s all right, baby, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;And it’s very far away&lt;br /&gt;But it’s growing day by day&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;They can tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;But they’ll make a fool of you&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a road to nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13145439-111696479725130573?l=moonstruck319.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/feeds/111696479725130573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13145439&amp;postID=111696479725130573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111696479725130573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13145439/posts/default/111696479725130573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonstruck319.blogspot.com/2005/05/road-to-nowhere.html' title='The Road to Nowhere'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01053421898995779478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f104/jka319/Other/door.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
