<?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-2251394803669543706</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:42:09.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously though, it really did happen...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>521</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7770652166273150665</id><published>2012-01-26T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:40:27.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Nugget For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HaNJPlXk2uM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7770652166273150665?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7770652166273150665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7770652166273150665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7770652166273150665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7770652166273150665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-nugget-for-you_26.html' title='A Little Nugget For You'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HaNJPlXk2uM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1745361293223917852</id><published>2012-01-20T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:33:59.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Love With You</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Eli "Paperboy" Reed...good stuff. So guess what? I'm going home!! No, not for good! But for 2 weeks. I'm super excited, I feel like it's been so long since I've seen everyone. I'm going to get to see the Wilkie's, go try Uncle Alan's new restaurant, see J2's new baby, see the nephews....I know I usually only made it up to Fayetteville a few times a year when I lived in SC but I just feel so far away from them now! So I'm super excited to see them all!&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to go down to Charleston for a week. Now, I know part of the reason that I left was because I felt like I didn't really have any friends down there. But once I made the decision to leave, people wanted to hang out with me....you want what you can't have? They suddenly realized how awesome I was? I don't know, but I have enjoyed keeping in touch with the people who did come to my rescue! I can't wait to see them all again! I'm going to go to a competition for my cheerleaders - they are having a great season so far so I hope that streak continues! I'll have a movie night with Chrissy (One for the Money), dinner with Debbie &amp;amp; Malinda, hang out with K2 and Britney....I'll even get to work with Dr. B's office! Yes, I know, I'm going to work on my vacation, I'm lame but I miss them a bunch! &lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to move back yet, I'm still enjoying the big city life. Just want to clarify that...but Feb 1 can't get here soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1745361293223917852?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1745361293223917852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1745361293223917852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1745361293223917852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1745361293223917852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-my-love-with-you.html' title='Take My Love With You'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2485439087688546107</id><published>2012-01-19T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:56:00.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A misunderstanding....</title><content type='html'>I think there was a slight misunderstanding with yesterday's blog post. When I said that my aunt and uncle should grow all the food/turkeys for Thanksgiving next year, people took that to mean that I would be the one growing the food. As much as I would like to be the provider of awesome - I live in the city. The only outdoor space I have is a 8x3 balcony, which faces east and therefore is not good for growing things. It's true. I've checked into it. I need a south facing growing space. I'll add that to my list of necessities when I'm getting my own place. &lt;br /&gt;So, until then, it looks like we're back to Maryland for Thanksgiving! &lt;br /&gt;There was also a misunderstanding with the new dude about Wal-mart. I think he misunderstands how much I hate Wal-Mart! From the depths of my soul. I don't get worked up about all that much and usually just shrug things off, thinking "eh...you're wrong but whatever." But I almost got in an all out screaming match with him because he goes out of his way to shop at Wal-Mart! He agreed to watch my favorite documentary "Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Prices" with me so maybe he'll change his mind....if you haven't seen it, you should watch it! If he doesn't change his mind...well...will Wal-Mart be the end of us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2485439087688546107?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2485439087688546107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2485439087688546107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2485439087688546107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2485439087688546107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/misunderstanding.html' title='A misunderstanding....'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8122007822309500057</id><published>2012-01-18T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:41:05.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>Now before I start this blog entry, I know, I'm way ahead of time on this but I have to be! I got to thinking about next Thanksgiving. What will we eat? Will I be at my normal Thanksgiving spot? Well, here's what I propose: I propose that my aunt &amp;amp; uncle who love me dearly (it's true, they do) plant a garden. I think that this garden should grow delicious things. Things like parsnips and brussel sprouts and celery and onions and potatoes and herbs. Oh and pumpkins. We can't forget the pumpkins! &lt;br /&gt;Why would they ever grow all this and where will they find the room? Well, they could install some grow lamps inside (no, not for marijuana!!) and between the basement and the backyard, surely we could create a feast. Because next year, we're going to grow our on Thanksgiving! Don't you love that idea? How good would it feel to know where all our food came from (not the grocery store!) and to eat all of our (er...their...)hard work? I can taste it now! It's gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;We can bake our own bread and use that for stuffing. We will chop up the celery and herbs and onions from the backyard and stuff it in their turkey they've been raising! Oh...no turkey? I can't talk them into that? Well, ok, we can buy an organic, free-range, hormone free, grass fed turkey. I'd also like that turkey to have eaten some apples. I want to taste what the turkey ate when I eat the turkey! &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about this already! I can only imagine how much the excitement will build up over the next 10 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8122007822309500057?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8122007822309500057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8122007822309500057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8122007822309500057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8122007822309500057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5522540085742206755</id><published>2012-01-15T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:36:36.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Based Movies</title><content type='html'>Since I'm living in this big exciting city and plan on going outside as little as possible until this magical, sparkly white stuff goes away - turns out it's really cold! -, I figure I'll make a list of movies that are set in Chicago and make my way through them. Feel free to add to the list if you know of any others!&lt;br /&gt;There are 187 listed here though so I'm fairly sure this list will keep me busy for the remainder of the winter. and next. and the one after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/About_Last_Night..." title="About Last Night..."&gt;About Last Night...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Above_the_Law_(film)" title="Above the Law (film)"&gt;Above the Law (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Adventures_in_Babysitting" title="Adventures in Babysitting"&gt;Adventures in Babysitting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Airport_(1970_film)" title="Airport (1970 film)"&gt;Airport (1970 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Alligator_(film)" title="Alligator (film)"&gt;Alligator (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/American_Gun" title="American Gun"&gt;American Gun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/August_Rush" title="August Rush"&gt;August Rush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;B&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Babe" title="The Babe"&gt;The Babe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Baby_on_Board_(film)" title="Baby on Board (film)"&gt;Baby on Board (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Baby%27s_Day_Out" title="Baby's Day Out"&gt;Baby's Day Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Backdraft_(film)" title="Backdraft (film)"&gt;Backdraft (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Bad_Boys_(1983_film)" title="Bad Boys (1983 film)"&gt;Bad Boys (1983 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Barbershop_(film)" title="Barbershop (film)"&gt;Barbershop (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Barbershop_2:_Back_in_Business" title="Barbershop 2: Back in Business"&gt;Barbershop 2: Back in Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Beginning_of_the_End" title="Beginning of the End"&gt;Beginning of the End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Betrayed_(1988_film)" title="Betrayed (1988 film)"&gt;Betrayed (1988 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Big_Brawl" title="The Big Brawl"&gt;The Big Brawl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Blankman" title="Blankman"&gt;Blankman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Blues_Brothers_(film)" title="The Blues Brothers (film)"&gt;The Blues Brothers (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Brannigan_(film)" title="Brannigan (film)"&gt;Brannigan (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Break-Up" title="The Break-Up"&gt;The Break-Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Breakfast_Club" title="The Breakfast Club"&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Bridesmaids_(2011_film)" title="Bridesmaids (2011 film)"&gt;Bridesmaids (2011 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Bridge_(1988_film)" title="Bridge (1988 film)"&gt;Bridge (1988 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Butterfly_on_a_Wheel" title="Butterfly on a Wheel"&gt;Butterfly on a Wheel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;C&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Call_Northside_777" title="Call Northside 777"&gt;Call Northside 777&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Candyman_(film)" title="Candyman (film)"&gt;Candyman (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Capone_(film)" title="Capone (film)"&gt;Capone (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Captain_Ron" title="Captain Ron"&gt;Captain Ron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Chain_Reaction_(film)" title="Chain Reaction (film)"&gt;Chain Reaction (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Chicago_(2002_film)" title="Chicago (2002 film)"&gt;Chicago (2002 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Chicago_(1927_film)" title="Chicago (1927 film)"&gt;Chicago (1927 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Chicago_Overcoat" title="Chicago Overcoat"&gt;Chicago Overcoat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Child%27s_Play_(1988_film)" title="Child's Play (1988 film)"&gt;Child's Play (1988 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Child%27s_Play_2" title="Child's Play 2"&gt;Child's Play 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Class_(film)" title="Class (film)"&gt;Class (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Club_Paradise" title="Club Paradise"&gt;Club Paradise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Code_of_Silence_(film)" title="Code of Silence (film)"&gt;Code of Silence (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Company_(film)" title="The Company (film)"&gt;The Company (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Continental_Divide_(film)" title="Continental Divide (film)"&gt;Continental Divide (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Cooley_High" title="Cooley High"&gt;Cooley High&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Curly_Sue" title="Curly Sue"&gt;Curly Sue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;D&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Damien:_Omen_II" title="Damien: Omen II"&gt;Damien: Omen II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Death_of_a_President_(2006_film)" title="Death of a President (2006 film)"&gt;Death of a President (2006 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Deep_End_of_the_Ocean_(film)" title="The Deep End of the Ocean (film)"&gt;The Deep End of the Ocean (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Derailed_(2005_film)" title="Derailed (2005 film)"&gt;Derailed (2005 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Dilemma" title="The Dilemma"&gt;The Dilemma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Dillinger_(1973_film)" title="Dillinger (1973 film)"&gt;Dillinger (1973 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Diminished_Capacity" title="Diminished Capacity"&gt;Diminished Capacity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Doctor_Detroit" title="Doctor Detroit"&gt;Doctor Detroit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Dragonfly_(2002_film)" title="Dragonfly (2002 film)"&gt;Dragonfly (2002 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Dutch_(film)" title="Dutch (film)"&gt;Dutch (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;E&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Eagle_Eye" title="Eagle Eye"&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Eight_Men_Out" title="Eight Men Out"&gt;Eight Men Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Endless_Love_(film)" title="Endless Love (film)"&gt;Endless Love (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Everyone%27s_Hero" title="Everyone's Hero"&gt;Everyone's Hero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Evil_Angel_(film)" title="Evil Angel (film)"&gt;Evil Angel (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Exile_(1931_film)" title="The Exile (1931 film)"&gt;The Exile (1931 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;F&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Ferris_Bueller%27s_Day_Off" title="Ferris Bueller's Day Off"&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Flags_of_Our_Fathers_(film)" title="Flags of Our Fathers (film)"&gt;Flags of Our Fathers (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Formosa_Betrayed" title="Formosa Betrayed"&gt;Formosa Betrayed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Fred_Claus" title="Fred Claus"&gt;Fred Claus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h3&gt;F cont.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Front_Page_(1974_film)" title="The Front Page (1974 film)"&gt;The Front Page (1974 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Fugitive_(1993_film)" title="The Fugitive (1993 film)"&gt;The Fugitive (1993 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;G&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Girls_Just_Want_to_Have_Fun_(film)" title="Girls Just Want to Have Fun (film)"&gt;Girls Just Want to Have Fun (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Glengarry_Glen_Ross_(film)" title="Glengarry Glen Ross (film)"&gt;Glengarry Glen Ross (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Grace_Is_Gone" title="Grace Is Gone"&gt;Grace Is Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Great_Ziegfeld" title="The Great Ziegfeld"&gt;The Great Ziegfeld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Grudge_2" title="The Grudge 2"&gt;The Grudge 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Grudge_3" title="The Grudge 3"&gt;The Grudge 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Guilty_as_Sin" title="Guilty as Sin"&gt;Guilty as Sin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;H&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Henry:_Portrait_of_a_Serial_Killer" title="Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer"&gt;Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/High_Fidelity_(film)" title="High Fidelity (film)"&gt;High Fidelity (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Home_Alone_(series)" title="Home Alone (series)"&gt;Home Alone (series)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Home_Alone" title="Home Alone"&gt;Home Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Home_Alone_2:_Lost_in_New_York" title="Home Alone 2: Lost in New York"&gt;Home Alone 2: Lost in New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Home_Alone_3" title="Home Alone 3"&gt;Home Alone 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Home_Alone_4" title="Home Alone 4"&gt;Home Alone 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Hunter_(1980_film)" title="The Hunter (1980 film)"&gt;The Hunter (1980 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/I_Love_Trouble_(1994_film)" title="I Love Trouble (1994 film)"&gt;I Love Trouble (1994 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/I_Want_Someone_to_Eat_Cheese_With" title="I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With"&gt;I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/I,_Robot_(film)" title="I, Robot (film)"&gt;I, Robot (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Immigrant_Nation!_The_Battle_for_the_Dream" title="Immigrant Nation! The Battle for the Dream"&gt;Immigrant Nation! The Battle for the Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/In_Old_Chicago" title="In Old Chicago"&gt;In Old Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;J&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/John_Q" title="John Q"&gt;John Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Journey_of_Natty_Gann" title="The Journey of Natty Gann"&gt;The Journey of Natty Gann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Judgment_Night_(film)" title="Judgment Night (film)"&gt;Judgment Night (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Just_Visiting_(film)" title="Just Visiting (film)"&gt;Just Visiting (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;K&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Kennedys_(TV_miniseries)" title="The Kennedys (TV miniseries)"&gt;The Kennedys (TV miniseries)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Kissing_a_Fool" title="Kissing a Fool"&gt;Kissing a Fool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;L&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/User:Eberman613/Enter_your_new_article_name_here" title="User:Eberman613/Enter your new article name here"&gt;User:Eberman613/Enter your new article name here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Lake_House_(film)" title="The Lake House (film)"&gt;The Lake House (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/A_League_of_Their_Own" title="A League of Their Own"&gt;A League of Their Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Leatherheads" title="Leatherheads"&gt;Leatherheads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Limit_Up_(film)" title="Limit Up (film)"&gt;Limit Up (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Little_Caesar_(film)" title="Little Caesar (film)"&gt;Little Caesar (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Little_Fockers" title="Little Fockers"&gt;Little Fockers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Little_Man_(film)" title="Little Man (film)"&gt;Little Man (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Love_and_Action_in_Chicago_(film)" title="Love and Action in Chicago (film)"&gt;Love and Action in Chicago (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Love_and_Other_Drugs" title="Love and Other Drugs"&gt;Love and Other Drugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Love_That_Brute" title="Love That Brute"&gt;Love That Brute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;M&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Mad_Dog_and_Glory" title="Mad Dog and Glory"&gt;Mad Dog and Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Marked_for_Death" title="Marked for Death"&gt;Marked for Death&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Medium_Cool" title="Medium Cool"&gt;Medium Cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Meet_the_Parents" title="Meet the Parents"&gt;Meet the Parents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Message_in_a_Bottle_(film)" title="Message in a Bottle (film)"&gt;Message in a Bottle (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Michael_(1996_film)" title="Michael (1996 film)"&gt;Michael (1996 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Monkey_Hustle" title="The Monkey Hustle"&gt;The Monkey Hustle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Music_Box_(film)" title="Music Box (film)"&gt;Music Box (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/My_Best_Friend%27s_Wedding" title="My Best Friend's Wedding"&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/My_Big_Fat_Greek_Wedding" title="My Big Fat Greek Wedding"&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/My_Bodyguard" title="My Bodyguard"&gt;My Bodyguard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;N&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Naked_Face_(film)" title="The Naked Face (film)"&gt;The Naked Face (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/National_Lampoon%27s_Christmas_Vacation" title="National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation"&gt;National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/National_Lampoon%27s_European_Vacation" title="National Lampoon's European Vacation"&gt;National Lampoon's European Vacation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/National_Lampoon%27s_Vacation" title="National Lampoon's Vacation"&gt;National Lampoon's Vacation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Negotiator" title="The Negotiator"&gt;The Negotiator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Never_Been_Kissed" title="Never Been Kissed"&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Next_of_Kin_(1989_film)" title="Next of Kin (1989 film)"&gt;Next of Kin (1989 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/North_by_Northwest" title="North by Northwest"&gt;North by Northwest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Nothing_in_Common" title="Nothing in Common"&gt;Nothing in Common&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;O&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/On_the_Right_Track" title="On the Right Track"&gt;On the Right Track&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Only_the_Lonely_(film)" title="Only the Lonely (film)"&gt;Only the Lonely (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Opportunity_Knocks_(film)" title="Opportunity Knocks (film)"&gt;Opportunity Knocks (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;P&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Planes,_Trains_and_Automobiles" title="Planes, Trains and Automobiles"&gt;Planes, Trains and Automobiles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h3&gt;P cont.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Poltergeist_III" title="Poltergeist III"&gt;Poltergeist III&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Powers_of_Ten" title="Powers of Ten"&gt;Powers of Ten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Prelude_to_a_Kiss_(film)" title="Prelude to a Kiss (film)"&gt;Prelude to a Kiss (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Pretty_in_Pink" title="Pretty in Pink"&gt;Pretty in Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Primal_Fear_(film)" title="Primal Fear (film)"&gt;Primal Fear (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Promotion" title="The Promotion"&gt;The Promotion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Proof_(2005_film)" title="Proof (2005 film)"&gt;Proof (2005 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Public_Enemies_(2009_film)" title="Public Enemies (2009 film)"&gt;Public Enemies (2009 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;R&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Radioland_Murders" title="Radioland Murders"&gt;Radioland Murders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/A_Raisin_in_the_Sun_(2008_film)" title="A Raisin in the Sun (2008 film)"&gt;A Raisin in the Sun (2008 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Rapid_Fire_(1992_film)" title="Rapid Fire (1992 film)"&gt;Rapid Fire (1992 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Red_Heat" title="Red Heat"&gt;Red Heat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Relic_(film)" title="The Relic (film)"&gt;The Relic (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Resurrection_(1999_film)" title="Resurrection (1999 film)"&gt;Resurrection (1999 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Return_to_Me" title="Return to Me"&gt;Return to Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Risky_Business" title="Risky Business"&gt;Risky Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Road_to_Perdition" title="Road to Perdition"&gt;Road to Perdition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Robin_and_the_7_Hoods" title="Robin and the 7 Hoods"&gt;Robin and the 7 Hoods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Roll_Bounce" title="Roll Bounce"&gt;Roll Bounce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Rookie_of_the_Year_(film)" title="Rookie of the Year (film)"&gt;Rookie of the Year (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Roxie_Hart_(film)" title="Roxie Hart (film)"&gt;Roxie Hart (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Running_Scared_(1986_film)" title="Running Scared (1986 film)"&gt;Running Scared (1986 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;S&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Save_the_Last_Dance" title="Save the Last Dance"&gt;Save the Last Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Scarface_(1932_film)" title="Scarface (1932 film)"&gt;Scarface (1932 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Shall_We_Dance%3F_(2004_film)" title="Shall We Dance? (2004 film)"&gt;Shall We Dance? (2004 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Some_Like_It_Hot" title="Some Like It Hot"&gt;Some Like It Hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Somewhere_in_Time_(film)" title="Somewhere in Time (film)"&gt;Somewhere in Time (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Soul_Food_(film)" title="Soul Food (film)"&gt;Soul Food (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/A_Sound_of_Thunder_(film)" title="A Sound of Thunder (film)"&gt;A Sound of Thunder (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Sting" title="The Sting"&gt;The Sting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Stir_of_Echoes" title="Stir of Echoes"&gt;Stir of Echoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Straight_Talk" title="Straight Talk"&gt;Straight Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Strawberry_Fields_(1997_film)" title="Strawberry Fields (1997 film)"&gt;Strawberry Fields (1997 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Streets_of_Fire" title="Streets of Fire"&gt;Streets of Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Stuart_Saves_His_Family" title="Stuart Saves His Family"&gt;Stuart Saves His Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Swoon_(film)" title="Swoon (film)"&gt;Swoon (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;T&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/T.R._Baskin" title="T.R. Baskin"&gt;T.R. Baskin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Thief_(film)" title="Thief (film)"&gt;Thief (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Things_Change" title="Things Change"&gt;Things Change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/This_Old_Cub" title="This Old Cub"&gt;This Old Cub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Time_Traveler%27s_Wife_(film)" title="The Time Traveler's Wife (film)"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Transformers:_Dark_of_the_Moon" title="Transformers: Dark of the Moon"&gt;Transformers: Dark of the Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Tucker:_The_Man_and_His_Dream" title="Tucker: The Man and His Dream"&gt;Tucker: The Man and His Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Twentieth_Century_(film)" title="Twentieth Century (film)"&gt;Twentieth Century (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;U&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/U.S._Marshals_(film)" title="U.S. Marshals (film)"&gt;U.S. Marshals (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Uncle_Buck" title="Uncle Buck"&gt;Uncle Buck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Underworld_(1927_film)" title="Underworld (1927 film)"&gt;Underworld (1927 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Unmentionables" title="The Unmentionables"&gt;The Unmentionables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Untouchables_(film)" title="The Untouchables (film)"&gt;The Untouchables (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;V&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/V.I._Warshawski_(film)" title="V.I. Warshawski (film)"&gt;V.I. Warshawski (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Vegas_Vacation" title="Vegas Vacation"&gt;Vegas Vacation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Vice_Versa_(1988_film)" title="Vice Versa (1988 film)"&gt;Vice Versa (1988 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3&gt;W&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Wanted_(2008_film)" title="Wanted (2008 film)"&gt;Wanted (2008 film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Watcher_(film)" title="The Watcher (film)"&gt;The Watcher (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Weather_Man" title="The Weather Man"&gt;The Weather Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/What_Women_Want" title="What Women Want"&gt;What Women Want&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/When_Harry_Met_Sally..." title="When Harry Met Sally..."&gt;When Harry Met Sally...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/While_You_Were_Sleeping" title="While You Were Sleeping"&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Whole_Nine_Yards_(film)" title="The Whole Nine Yards (film)"&gt;The Whole Nine Yards (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Wicker_Park_(film)" title="Wicker Park (film)"&gt;Wicker Park (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Wildcats_(film)" title="Wildcats (film)"&gt;Wildcats (film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5522540085742206755?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5522540085742206755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5522540085742206755' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5522540085742206755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5522540085742206755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/chicago-based-movies.html' title='Chicago Based Movies'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8088349372047218818</id><published>2012-01-14T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:19:06.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I would like to say that I'm very good at procrastination. I've been up for about 2 hours now. I managed to watch an episode of Trueblood and take a shower. I got all dressed to go run...and nope, nothing. I can't seem to motivate myself to actually get on the treadmill. My shoes are on, hair pulled back, water &amp;amp; Ipod ready...but no, I'm on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;I've checked my email, read news that I don't really care about, read dining suggestions from Heather. I want to find some new workout music but I'm procrastinating on that too. I think I'll take a nap??? That's always a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;I had another date with the guy from last night...he needs a nickname of some sort. I'll work on that. Anyways, we've ended up hanging out every night for the past 4 nights and I haven't gotten tired of him yet. I feel like that's a good start. C2 met him briefly last night but they pretty much said hi and went to bed...so, I don't know. I feel like I could like him. Well, I mean, clearly I do like him at least a little bit since I've spent the past 4 days with him! But, I'm used to being burned so I'll stay reserved on the whole thing. He's going to St. Louis next week for a few days...we'll see if he comes back. You know how all the boys I like move to St. Louis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8088349372047218818?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8088349372047218818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8088349372047218818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8088349372047218818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8088349372047218818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5621387150725827507</id><published>2012-01-12T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:24:31.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed today and it is so pretty! The snowflakes were so big and magical and sparkly! The road was kinda slushy and ugly...but I just looked up to see the snows covered in sparkles! We got around 4 inches or so today and are due for another 3-4 over the next few days!! It's so exciting! I got my first experience trying to open the dumpster when it was covered in snow - turns out it's really heavy! Also, you shouldn't slam the lid down because the snow flies everywhere. Like all in your face. But it was still pretty and white so it was ok. It made me giggle. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a date tonight - first date that I've been actually genuinely excited about. Well, it's not a first date, I've had other first dates I thought I was excited about but this is the first second or third date that I've been excited about. I actually came home from our previous date with a smile on my face instead of a grimace. Also, I came home and said "It was really good!" when C2 asked how it went, instead of my usual response of "uuuuuggggghhhh." &amp;nbsp;Fingers crossed it goes well tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and in case you were wondering? Boat shoes do not work well in the snow! Yes, they are waterproof but no, they are not warm. Also, my pants got all wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZlYBLTLKXpE/Tw-jmtUMLlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/42-p3HL59Sg/2012-01-12%25252016.33.18.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NiK4H-SkvgY/Tw-j7moziqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BEiC9VkH7_g/2012-01-12%25252016.33.09.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5621387150725827507?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5621387150725827507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5621387150725827507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5621387150725827507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5621387150725827507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZlYBLTLKXpE/Tw-jmtUMLlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/42-p3HL59Sg/s72-c/2012-01-12%25252016.33.18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-858126283897080971</id><published>2012-01-04T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:32:42.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Looking For</title><content type='html'>For those of you that were worried - it's warmed up. We were at a balmy 41 today. I thought about going back up to my light weight jacket! &lt;br /&gt;I'm reading the Mindy Kaling book "Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)" and I came across a list of criteria for her best friends. I like the list!&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIENDS RIGHTS AND RESPONSIBILITIES&lt;br /&gt;-I can borrow all your clothes. Only stipulation is that you have to wear it at least once beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;-We sleep in the same bed. If on a trip or boyfriends are away and the bed is bigger than a twin, we partner up.&lt;br /&gt;-I&amp;nbsp;must be 100% honest about hor you look, but gentle.&lt;br /&gt;-I can ditch you, within reason. (i.e., prearranged ride and discussed beforehand.) However, I must talk about you a lot with the guy so he knows how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-I will take care of your kid if you die. &lt;br /&gt;-I will nurse you back to health. I will get you meds at CVS, as well as fashion magazines and the candy you like.&lt;br /&gt;-We will trade off being social activities chair for outings. Neither of us gets to be the princess all the time.&lt;br /&gt;-I will keep your favorite feminine hygiene product at my house.&lt;br /&gt;-Same with contact solution.&lt;br /&gt;-I will try to like your boyfriend 5 times. &lt;br /&gt;-When I take a shower at your place, I won't drop the towel on the floor. Your home isn't a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;-If you're depressed, I will be there for you. Even if depressed people are boring. I will hate it and find you really tedious but I promise I won't abandon you.&lt;br /&gt;-If our phone conversation gets disconnected, there's not need to call back.&lt;br /&gt;-I will hate and re-like people for you.&lt;br /&gt;-It is okay to take me for granted. It hurts my feelings but it is okay. Please try to remember to text me, if you can, if you know I have something going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;-No two people are better than us. We rock. No one can beat us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I'd like with my best friend. Thanks Mindy Kaling for putting it into words! (and any potential or former best friends reading this...take note! This is what is/was expected of you AND me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-858126283897080971?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/858126283897080971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=858126283897080971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/858126283897080971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/858126283897080971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-im-looking-for.html' title='What I&apos;m Looking For'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-17385862787245398</id><published>2012-01-02T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:42:21.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>I had my first commute in the snow today! It wasn't a lot of snow, maybe about an inch or so. I usually hate waking up in the morning and this morning was no different but there was something serene about leaving the house and everything being snowy white. Since today was a holiday (for everyone but me!), I was one of the first people out and about. There was one set of footprints in the snow...then mine! At some points it was just my feet. I was tempted to lay down in a small parking lot and make a snow angel but I didn't want to get my scrubs all wet. Plus I was running late. Figured being soaked in snow would be a bad excuse...As I walked to the el stop, I was singing "My Favorite Things" to myself...except the only lines I could remember were "....snowflakes that fall on my nose and eyelashes. Brown paper packages tied up in string. Those are a few of my favorite things. When your job bites, when the bee stings..."wait, there's nothing about a bad job in that song? Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Today was also my first "below zero" day. It was actually 18 out but with the windchill, it was -8. It wasn't too bad actually. I had my big down coat on and my snow boots. I was set! The way home was a little colder though. I survived it though...with all my fingers and toes!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-17385862787245398?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/17385862787245398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=17385862787245398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/17385862787245398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/17385862787245398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-favorite-things.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6105418050527953710</id><published>2012-01-01T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:19:53.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, hello! It's Been Awhile!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to 2012. I had a great night last night. It was much needed! I had a bad day on Friday and the remnants were still hanging around on Saturday morning. The day got a little better after I started working on my New Year's Resolution (running...more on that another day). I went to lunch with the Howl At The Moon guy (quick catch up - our date to the show/dinner was actually really great. But I don't think I want to date - combo of being new in town and not over Robert. Bad combo. Told him I just wanted to be friends and so far as I know, he's ok with that). We went to Chubby Weiners (hehehe...ok, no I'm not 13). It's a hot dog place and it was pretty good. He asked what I had going on for NYE and I, sadly, had nothing going on. I kept trying to make plans but nothing was panning out. The only person who was dead set on going out (and doing whatever I wanted to do) was the firefighter dude...but then with the bad day and the prices of everything, I had pretty much decided I was going to stay in and wallow in my misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJCSYUXoDbM/TwCHlXRkVOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jOwRTCDF__M/s1600/NYE2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJCSYUXoDbM/TwCHlXRkVOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jOwRTCDF__M/s320/NYE2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, HATMguy mentioned he was going to this German bar, the DankHouse and that it was pretty cheap at only $15. I decided it would be better than sitting at home and if it was lame, I could always go home early. Firefighter dude said he would come and after much work, I convinced my other friend to come as well. At first sight, it definitely looked like it was going to be lame but it turned out to be so much fun! There was a band there, the Polkaholics. It was a polka/rock and roll combo band. Yeah, I know...weird. No, I do not know how to polka. No, I didn't learn how to polka. But according to everyone there, all you had to do was bounce around. Not mosh pit like bouncing. It was weird. But fun. Firefighter dude got bored and bounced...hahaha, get it? No, not bounced like polkaed but bounced like left. I was ok with that. I got the impression he didn't like that I wasn't giving him much attention. Oh well. He'll be alright. He was getting weird anyways. Long story short, the night was fun. HATMguy was super fun and my friend that I basically begged to come out had a blast as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6105418050527953710?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6105418050527953710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6105418050527953710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6105418050527953710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6105418050527953710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-hello-its-been-awhile.html' title='Why, hello! It&apos;s Been Awhile!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJCSYUXoDbM/TwCHlXRkVOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jOwRTCDF__M/s72-c/NYE2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-441200932684726359</id><published>2011-12-18T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:28:28.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Ray, Don't You Lie To Me!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have tried a couple Rachel Ray recipes in the past and despite her oohing and aahing over how delicious they are, I've always found them bland, if not completely tasteless. Well, Rachel Ray, I know I always say this but I'm going to give you one last try. I've got some ground turkey in the freezer and want to make something other than spaghetti and tacos. I found this recipe for Ground Turkey Paprikash &amp;amp; Goulash...now I'm not exactly sure what Paprikash is but I remember my mom making Goulash growing up and I loved it! I could just ask her for the recipe (probably smarter) and substitute the ground turkey in place of ground beef but I'm looking for a good reason to bash RR so I'll try her recipe. &lt;br /&gt;I love how everyone critiques the recipe and says it was so delicious! The best thing ever BUT I doubled the sour cream/changed spices/added spices/used potatoes/made a completely different recipe. So clearly not the best thing ever. I'm going to do a variation on this recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="kv-ingred"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;!--concordance-begin--&gt;&lt;ul class="kv-ingred-list1"&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 pound elbow macaroni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil, 1 turn of the pan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 tablespoon butter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 package, 1 1/3 pounds average weight, ground lean white turkey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 to 3 &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="204 216" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/garlic/index.html"&gt;cloves garlic&lt;/a&gt;, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 medium onion, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 red bell pepper, seeded and chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 tablespoons sweet paprika&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon ground cumin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon dried marjoram &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Black pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 cup &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="422 434" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/stock/index.html"&gt;chicken stock&lt;/a&gt;, available in small 8 ounce paper containers on soup aisle of market &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 cup &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="517 526" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/sour-cream/index.html"&gt;sour cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 tablespoons chopped &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="555 571" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/parsley/index.html"&gt;flat-leaf parsley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 tablespoons chopped dill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Directions&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="instructions"&gt;&lt;div class="instruction"&gt; Bring a pot of water to boil for pasta. When it comes to a boil, add pasta and salt to season the cooking water. Cook pasta 6 minutes to &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="137 144" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/al-dente/index.html"&gt;al dente&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;While water comes to a boil and pasta cooks, heat a deep skillet over medium high heat. Add &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="243 264" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/olive-oil/index.html"&gt;extra-virgin olive oil&lt;/a&gt; then butter then ground meat. Break up meat and crumble, 2 to 3 minutes. Add garlic, onions, &lt;a class="crosslink" debug="359 374" href="http://www.foodterms.com/encyclopedia/red-bell-pepper/index.html"&gt;red bell peppers&lt;/a&gt; and seasonings to the turkey. Cook 5 or 6 minutes then add chicken stock and sour cream to the pan. Bring to a bubble and reduce heat to low. Add cooked pasta and stir. Let pasta absorb some sauce, a minute or so. Adjust seasonings and serve. Garnish the prepared dish with chopped parsley and dill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="datepicker"&gt;&lt;div class="hd"&gt;I'll let you know how it goes. I'm adding Cayenne pepper, probably leaving out the dill, adding in tomatoes, using green pepper instead of red pepper, and making sure to heavily salt the pasta and the ground turkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bd"&gt;RR, if this is gross....I'm going to seriously think about punching you if I ever meet you face to face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ft"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="hitCountIframeContainer" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-441200932684726359?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/441200932684726359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=441200932684726359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/441200932684726359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/441200932684726359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/12/rachel-ray-dont-you-lie-to-me.html' title='Rachel Ray, Don&apos;t You Lie To Me!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5745392474359807307</id><published>2011-12-10T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:01:02.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON! I WON!</title><content type='html'>Chase of C2 has decided that his/our new hobby is going to be couponing. I'm not doing so good with the couponing as I don't like to cut things out, plan my shopping trips in depth, or put effort into saving money. If it's easy to save money, I'm all for it...but effort? Meh. However, he's also decided that we should like sweepstakes. Since I am not much help with couponing, he hasn't included me in the sweepstaking. The thing is: I like winning stuff! Today, I had a little free time since it's cold outside so I decided to enter some sweepstakes and GUESS WHAT? I WON! I entered a bunch, for books, cash, kitchen gadgets, etc....most of them I have to wait on. Now, I know, the suspense is killing you. What did I win? A hat! A tobaggan, a beanie. It says Robitussen. Oh yeah, I'll be styling in my free hat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5745392474359807307?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5745392474359807307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5745392474359807307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5745392474359807307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5745392474359807307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-won-i-won.html' title='I WON! I WON!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-9021943988097741076</id><published>2011-12-09T11:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:33:38.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH CRAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I finally got what I wanted. There is snow on the ground. Not much, maybe about an inch. But I just had a realization...what the heck was I thinking?!?!? I don't know what to do in the snow! I'm a little scared to walk outside, not because of the cold but because what if it's icy? What if I slip? What if my shoes get soaked? What if my jeans get wet? I know, it's only going to get worse, icier and snowier. I'm not regretting this move...but this is definitely going to be a learning curve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFhpUJdd_n8/TuJGZia1MjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ReMjuYrxnso/s1600/2011-12-09+10_38_27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFhpUJdd_n8/TuJGZia1MjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ReMjuYrxnso/s1600/2011-12-09+10_38_27.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-9021943988097741076?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9021943988097741076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=9021943988097741076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/9021943988097741076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/9021943988097741076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-crap.html' title='OH CRAP!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFhpUJdd_n8/TuJGZia1MjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ReMjuYrxnso/s72-c/2011-12-09+10_38_27.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5689689382619314721</id><published>2011-12-08T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:51:05.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, what a nice break we've had!</title><content type='html'>Well I know I haven't posted in a few days but it's no longer November so I dont' have to post daily. I haven't had too much going on...except I did take a full time job. Now, I'm not exactly sure if this was a good idea or not...but they are willing to give me a trial period before the 2 mi radius on the non-compete claus kicks in, so I figure it can't hurt to give it a go. If I don't like it, I shouldn't have hurt my chances of finding other employment. And if I do like it, I've got a full time job! Yippee! &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been pretty much sitting around. I've gone out and walked around a bit just to get out of the house. I've temped a few days here and there or had working interviews. I've also watched a ton of The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I have to say, it must have been pretty secret because when I was 15, I didn't have any of that, nor did I know of anyone who did have any of that going on. I mean, they are S-L-U-T-T-Y! With a capital slutty! Sex at 15? Is it really that common? While the parents are downstairs? With 3 different guys? And then they stay friends with all of them? So weird. I'm almost caught up to the current season!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5689689382619314721?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5689689382619314721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5689689382619314721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5689689382619314721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5689689382619314721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/12/ah-what-nice-break-weve-had.html' title='Ah, what a nice break we&apos;ve had!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7171319110249846553</id><published>2011-11-30T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:51:31.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Your A** Off</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't been watching that show. I've been dancing...C2 has a video game called Dance Central on the Xbox Kinect...so I've been able to do a ton of dancing today. I burned lots of calories plus I've been catching up on Secret Life of The American Teenager. It's really good...but now I need to go get ready for speed dating. I'm guessing I can't go all sweaty and in workout shorts and a tee. I mean, they do give a free makeover beforehand...think they'll sponge bathe me beforehand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7171319110249846553?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7171319110249846553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7171319110249846553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7171319110249846553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7171319110249846553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/dance-your-off.html' title='Dance Your A** Off'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5046848149536603523</id><published>2011-11-29T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:37:52.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hips Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>You know that Shakira song, "Hips Don't Lie"? Well, it's true. My hips are not lying when they say ooooowwww! I did a lot of walking today and I'm all achy again. My hips and my feet. Ooooooowwww! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got stopped by another crazy today. Do I attract crazies? Maybe so. I was waiting on the bus, just minding my own business and this guy appears out of nowhere, right up in my face and had me almost trapped in the bus shelter. He says "I want to tell you this story." I cut him off and said "I...I...I...I can't, I have to..." and then I ran off. I would like the crazies to leave me alone. Maybe I just look too nice? Hmmm....I'll wear my mean face from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5046848149536603523?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5046848149536603523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5046848149536603523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5046848149536603523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5046848149536603523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/hips-dont-lie.html' title='Hips Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2926741858310000924</id><published>2011-11-28T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:40:40.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>I woke up realllllll early today to go for a 4 mile walk but Chase said it was too cold to walk. Instead we laid on the couch and watched Revenge. I'm loving this couch! Next up?  A nap! It couldn't be a complete day without a nap....when I finally woke up, I got ready and went out to find myself a job and guess what? I found a bunch of temp work. If all goes according to plan, I will be working 3.5 days a week beginning January with a few days in December. That's exciting....not enough money to live on my own but enough to pay off my credit card (a goal!!!) and to save up for a deposit on an apartment. &lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a busy week though. I've got a working interview tomorrow, followed by speed dating Wednesday, Pops for Champagne Thursday, a potential day-time date on Friday, a working interview on Saturday. Whew...I'm tired already! Well I'm off to bed since I have to wake up bright and early tomorrow. I've got to be at the interview at 7:30 and should probably be un-grumpy by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2926741858310000924?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2926741858310000924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2926741858310000924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2926741858310000924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2926741858310000924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6500063865769324985</id><published>2011-11-27T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:38:49.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was A Good Try NaBloPoMo</title><content type='html'>Well I didn't blog yesterday. It's not that I forgot but by the time I remembered, I was out and thought it might be rude to bust out my phone and blog. Then when I got home, I fell asleep. My bad NaBloPoMo. Things were going so well! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back in Chicago now. We're due for a possible wintery mix today, with rain or snow showers in the afternoon. Then, on Tuesday, up to 1 inch of snow! Snow! This is so exciting! Snow! And my mama sent me my new rain boots and they got here just in time for the snow. I can go traipsing about in my shiny new red rain boots. &lt;br /&gt;I also have a potential date later on today. I know, how am I landing all these dates? I don't really know! Me? A girl from SC who got NO dates back home! Me? This one sounds like it's going to be great....except the guy tends to be kinda boring. He was the one from Howl at the Moon who danced and was super fun. But as soon as we left a fun environment, he became lame. Today's date includes: Fiddler on the Roof (a Broadway in Chicago performance), the Christmas lights on Michigan Avenue and dinner. The lights are a weather permitting deal though. Learned that lesson last night, on a date with a different guy. Well, I think it was a date, I'm not sure. We went to see the lights at the Lincoln Park Zoo but it was rainy and not the best weather for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6500063865769324985?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6500063865769324985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6500063865769324985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6500063865769324985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6500063865769324985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-was-good-try-nablopomo.html' title='It Was A Good Try NaBloPoMo'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2319203280874835481</id><published>2011-11-25T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:02:50.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Chicago</title><content type='html'>Well I flew back into Chicago tonight. It's still hard to believe I live here. It's been almost a month and it's been awesome! That's all I really have to say tonight. I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2319203280874835481?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2319203280874835481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2319203280874835481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2319203280874835481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2319203280874835481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-chicago.html' title='Back to Chicago'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8634459093407198721</id><published>2011-11-24T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:10:12.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here it is, thanksgiving and I've spent the day with family. First of all, my family is so nice. I'm fortunate for that. Sadly though, how horrible is it that I could walk past my family in the street, bump shoulders w them &amp;amp; I still wouldn't recognize them??! There are 2 cousins here that I haven't seen in 4 years, then 7 years before that....and nope, wouldn't know em. Then there is the aunt &amp;amp; uncle in connecticut that I don't even remember the last time I saw them! They could walk in right now &amp;amp; I'd think they were robbers. Then throw in the cousin in denver that I used my powers of deduction to figure out who he was....and I feel horrible! &lt;br&gt;Now those are all on my dad's side. My mom's side gets further out before I get lost on who's who. But it's a smaller family tree so that's a pretty good excuse. &lt;br&gt;I should get to know my family. Or at least be able to recognize them if I pass them on the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8634459093407198721?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8634459093407198721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8634459093407198721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8634459093407198721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8634459093407198721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8200003491462525495</id><published>2011-11-23T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:36:46.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh blogger, I should blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have very little to say though. I had such a lazy day: woke up at noon, ate lunch, sat around, showered, ate dinner, ate pie, tried to ignore my dad, twalked firefighter dude (i think he's lost interest.) And now I'm going to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vP3BJDlEgls/Ts27zUOpUNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TZnTh8ZDkv8/2011-11-23%25252021.00.57.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8200003491462525495?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8200003491462525495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8200003491462525495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8200003491462525495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8200003491462525495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-blogger-i-should-blog.html' title='Oh blogger, I should blog'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vP3BJDlEgls/Ts27zUOpUNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TZnTh8ZDkv8/s72-c/2011-11-23%25252021.00.57.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Corry, Corry</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.920334 -79.64033</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-485128269116853903</id><published>2011-11-22T19:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:56:52.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corry, PA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm in Corry for Thanksgiving. I got in around 5:00, had dinner, watched my aunt talk on her cell phone on speaker phone as though its a regular phone, and I'm about ready for bed! And I know, I should have told her I could hear both ends so she didn't have to repeat it to me....but she seemed so excited that I just let her tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-485128269116853903?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/485128269116853903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=485128269116853903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/485128269116853903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/485128269116853903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/corry-pa.html' title='Corry, PA'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5611587486911603568</id><published>2011-11-21T17:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:49:09.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuuuuuhhhhh...miserable.</title><content type='html'>That is what I kept saying/groaning/whining to myself as I walked around today. I had a job interview and I figured I might as well hand out some more resumes while I was dressed appropriately. I didn't mean to walk all the way there but it was nice out and before I knew it, I was kinda close. That was 3 miles. Then I somehow ended up walking back. That's another 3. So now, not only do I still feel all snotty and tired &amp; slightly feverish but my feet hurt too! uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh....miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5611587486911603568?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5611587486911603568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5611587486911603568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5611587486911603568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5611587486911603568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/uuuuuuuhhhhhmiserable.html' title='uuuuuuuhhhhh...miserable.'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-259366867251837953</id><published>2011-11-20T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:46:16.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*groan*</title><content type='html'>I don't feel well. I think I'm getting sick, which supersucks since it's so close to Thanksgiving. That and I have a job interview tomorrow. I hope I don't sneeze boogers all over her. I don't think I"ll get the job if I do. I used my Neti-pot earlier, which made it a little easier to breathe but not much. I also drank some hot tea and took it easy today. However, my jaw is aching, which is not a good sign. Hopefully it's because I've had to be a mouth breather today and not a sign of aching joints....ugggghhhh. Off to bed now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-259366867251837953?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/259366867251837953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=259366867251837953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/259366867251837953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/259366867251837953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/groan.html' title='*groan*'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8432929102115068661</id><published>2011-11-19T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:35:03.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me. On my way to the christmas parade with c2. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-itS8tQTZ_cc/TsgvFYYOz5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kODJ5oTAgIk/1321741987150.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8432929102115068661?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8432929102115068661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8432929102115068661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8432929102115068661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8432929102115068661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-me.html' title='Christmas time!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-itS8tQTZ_cc/TsgvFYYOz5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kODJ5oTAgIk/s72-c/1321741987150.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8342598811798146758</id><published>2011-11-19T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:21:54.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nooooo!!! again...</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is awkward. I keep forgetting about blogging. It's not that I don't have anything to talk about, it's just that I've been so busy. Then when I got home last night, I was so tired and had meant to blog earlier in the day and I didn't so then I didn't remember to blog when I got home. I guess that means I did forget. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you about last night: I went out with the guy from Thursday night to dinner. I thought it was just a networking/being nice to help me find a job type deal but then it really came off as a double date type thing. I'm not sure if that's exactly what it was but it was really awkward. I'm fairly sure he was hitting on the waitress. He asked her if she had a boyfriend. I can't say I blame him, she was really nice &amp; energetic and seemed like a lot of fun to be around. But still...anyways, the dinner was pretty awkward. He was nice but there was definitely...hmmm...he was a lot more fun when he was dancing. There was no dancing there so he was pretty lame. Nice though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the food? I hadn't had Swedish food before...it was really really yummy! I had a trout encrusted with almonds &amp; flash fried. It had a roasted red pepper sauce and was served with spinach and scalloped potatoes. Oh and we had baked brie with honey and apples as an appetizer. Delicious! Dessert was a pear poached in citrus wine and covered in a chocolate sauce. It was yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8342598811798146758?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8342598811798146758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8342598811798146758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8342598811798146758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8342598811798146758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/nooooo-again.html' title='nooooo!!! again...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-937374932824332943</id><published>2011-11-18T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:59:24.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>noooooooooo</title><content type='html'>I'm late. I know. I'm sorry! It's not exactly my fault. I mean it is my fault but I didn't know I'd have so much fun. Let me tell you how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call from Jessica, my long lost friend from Fayetteville that I caught back up with in Charleston then lost touch with again when she moved to Alaska. She's in Chicago. We went to lunch w/her &amp; her 3 kids. I also met her husband. He's a huge improvement over the last one.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around and handed resumes out. Not as many as planned &amp; not in the neighborhood planned but the phone call from Jessica was unexpected so I wanted to see her while she was in town. Since I was going to be downtown anyways, I figured I'd stay down there until I met with the meetup group for happy hour. I guess I could have blogged from my phone while I had hot chocolate to waste time but it didn't occur to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to happy hour at Howl At The Moon. I knew NO ONE! But, I decided to be friendly and started chatting it up with a girl named Andy, super nice but I think she didn't like me. She kept trying to cut in on me talking to this dude but she was quasi dating his friend. Plus, I didn't really mind her cutting in, I don't know this dude. He was nice but I wasn't going to get all jealous. Whatevs. However, Howl At The Moon was SO fun! I mean, I expected I'd enjoy it but it was so much fun. I was there for 7 hours! 7 hours! That's a really long time. But me and the cut-in dude were having fun &amp; dancing like white people (I think those were his real dance moves...) so time just flew by. Now it's super late and I must go to bed. I guess this means I failed NaBloPoMo but I think it was for a good reason. Plus, I wasn't very likely to win a prize anyways. I'll still blog everyday the rest of the month though. Nighty night!  ***and no mother, I'm not drunk. ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-937374932824332943?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/937374932824332943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=937374932824332943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/937374932824332943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/937374932824332943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/noooooooooo.html' title='noooooooooo'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7765962384318310498</id><published>2011-11-16T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:02:33.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good one!</title><content type='html'>Well, good news - I beat Plants vs Zombies last night so I shouldn't have anymore 3am nights. Bad news? I slept way too late yet again. However, I had a really productive day (in my mind anyways). I had a phone interview which then turned into a real interview set for Monday. It's to work the recall list all day...which sounds pretty lame but it's a job. I sold myself pretty well. Then, I plotted out where to drop off my hygiene resume in the Lincoln Park area. I also printed out 30 copies of my resume to be handed out at above offices. I printed it up in a nice little Excel spreadsheet. Yeah, I look pretty organized. To me at least. &lt;br /&gt;I also walked down the Southport corridor which was pretty awesome. I stopped and talked to Uncle Dan about layering &amp; socks. I found some &lt;a href="http://www.dog-a-holics.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Product_Code=gripboots&amp;Category_Code=CT-Co&amp;Product_Count=5"&gt;boots&lt;/a&gt; for Evie, only $65!! But they are so cute, they look just like little hiking boots! But they are for dogs! &lt;br /&gt;Then I walked the almost 2 miles back home...which means I walked close to 4 miles again today. I decided it was ok to skip running since I walked my butt off 2 days in a row!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7765962384318310498?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7765962384318310498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7765962384318310498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7765962384318310498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7765962384318310498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-good-one.html' title='Another good one!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-4408896889081126769</id><published>2011-11-15T23:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:58:55.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopers!</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot to blog. Good day, window shopped along michigan ave, went in ginormous macy's...9 stories! I got lost a few times! playing pvz and lost track of time. almost forgot to eat dinner. pvz is so addictive. waking up tomorrow before 9am. not playing pvz. will find something fun to do, then underground wonder bar at night to see lonie walker &amp; her big bad ass company band. no really, that's their name. ok out of time! almost midnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-4408896889081126769?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4408896889081126769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=4408896889081126769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4408896889081126769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4408896889081126769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/poopers.html' title='Poopers!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-832865686620730040</id><published>2011-11-14T23:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:51:33.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PvZ!!</title><content type='html'>I bet you will look at the time stamp and think I forgot to blog. That would be incorrect. Chase surprised me with a Plant vs Zombies game (been wanting it for soooo long!) and I've been playing that all night. I keep saying to myself "I need to stop playing and blog" or "I need to stop playing and go to bed" or "I need to stop playing and pee"...but it all seems so trivial when there are zombies attacking my house and trying to eat my brains. I really am done for the night...mostly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-832865686620730040?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/832865686620730040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=832865686620730040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/832865686620730040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/832865686620730040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/pvz.html' title='PvZ!!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5437627867581230962</id><published>2011-11-13T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:50:33.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Since we are in the month of November, I figure it's a good time to discuss what I'm thankful for. (At least on days when I don't have anything else to blog about) Today, I'll tell you what I'm thankful for in regards to my leaving SC. I have a tendency to focus on the negative (NO????!!! Not ME!) so I would not like to think about the 2 supposed "best friends" who don't even speak to me anymore. Nor about the boyfriend that I thought well, I thought we would at least still be speaking &amp; that we actually had something good. None of these are related, 1 was due to a move down the street, 2 was due to me moving to chicago, and 3 was...well, I don't really know the reason for the 3rd. But enough of the negative. &lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;- an easy drive with good weather &amp; good traffic.&lt;br /&gt;- a smooth transition&lt;br /&gt;- my friends in SC who made me feel very loved and as though they were sad to see me go. Not limited to but including - &lt;br /&gt;Britney &amp; K2 for including me in the cheer practices until the end &amp; making sure I knew I was wanted there. Also for going out to just chat more than we ever did prior to my deciding to move. &lt;br /&gt;Chrissy for being there for me, despite my breakdown in Outback. I'll miss our movie &amp; dinner nights! And game nights with her kids, that was fun. &lt;br /&gt;Malinda &amp; Debbie for letting me get in one last meal at Wild Olive. And my awesome mix tape.&lt;br /&gt;The staff at Dr. B's...I'll miss them super much!&lt;br /&gt;Ashley &amp; Katherine for making sure they got in as much face time as they could while I was still around. &lt;br /&gt;Shanna for making me come over &amp; have a glass of wine with her, despite my wanting to stay holed up in my house. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone in SC who made things easier (but also so much harder!) to leave, thank you! When I first decided to leave, things got pretty rough &amp; I wasn't sure I'd make it the whole 2 months but y'all all stepped up to the plate &amp; made the last month amazing! I'll miss everyone very much and you are all welcome to come visit me anytime you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5437627867581230962?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5437627867581230962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5437627867581230962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5437627867581230962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5437627867581230962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6848072413680623645</id><published>2011-11-12T21:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:30:56.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 by 30 List</title><content type='html'>Well, as some of you may know, and others may not - I started a list of 30 things I'd like to accomplish before I turn 30. I'm 29 now. I started this list when I was 28. I've got about 9 months until the big deadline hits. Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Run a 10k in less than an hour. (nowhere close to this one yet)&lt;br /&gt;2. Skydive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3. Go on a week's vacation. (Done in July, went to the Outer Banks)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go skiing. (Thanksgiving???)&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off credit card. (working on it...slowly)&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay at a bed &amp; breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pay off a student loan. (hate student loans!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;8. Move to a new house or new city. (COMPLETED! 10/31/11)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Complete Rosetta Stone - Spanish. (have it...haven't worked on it.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Get orthodontics, an implant (tooth, not boobs) or Lasik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11. Start an herb garden. (COMPLETED!! SPRING/SUMMER/FALL 2011. ABANDONED UPON MOVE. GREW BASIL &amp; ROSEMARY. THYME DIED.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Buy a piece of grown up furniture. (Real wood, no assembly required.)&lt;br /&gt;13. Learn the history of the city I'm living in. &lt;br /&gt;14. Go to speed dating.&lt;br /&gt;15. Go to Schlitterbahn. (coolest water park ever!)&lt;br /&gt;16. Get a standing tuck by myself. &lt;br /&gt;17. Pay for the car behind me at the drive-thru.&lt;br /&gt;18. Host a dinner party. (for 6 or more, at least 3 courses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Learn to shoot a gun. (COMPLETED! 5/19/11. AWESOME!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;20. See a Broadway play. (COMPLETED! LES MIS 11/10/11. SO FUN!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Get my underarms waxed.&lt;br /&gt;22. Go camping. (real camping. in a tent. in the woods.)&lt;br /&gt;23. Buy a cute guy a drink.&lt;br /&gt;24. Buy a fashion scarf, wear it 5x. (Bought, worn once 4/16/11.)&lt;br /&gt;25. See a dermatoligist.&lt;br /&gt;26. Learn to make good chile rellanos.&lt;br /&gt;27. Get bangs. (Holly Golightly-esque from Breakfast at Tiffanys?? too short??)&lt;br /&gt;28. Take a flower arranging class.&lt;br /&gt;29. Learn to shag. (know the basics, would like to learn more advanced...prob won't be too easy in Chicago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;30. Get my nose pierced. (COMPLETED! 3/18/11)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6848072413680623645?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6848072413680623645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6848072413680623645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6848072413680623645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6848072413680623645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-by-30-list.html' title='30 by 30 List'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1536110690325082196</id><published>2011-11-11T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:10:59.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.11, 11:11</title><content type='html'>Well, I missed 11:11. But it's almost 11:11 Central Time so we'll just pretend like I'm in Chicago right now. &lt;br /&gt;I hate Kevin &amp; Heather's neighbors. They are like elephants. And play music very loud at 3am. I hate them. I laid in bed thinking of possible death scenarios until I fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;Les Mis was good, though the stage didn't move under their feet. But, as Heather pointed out, it's just Toledo. I liked the songs and our seats gave us a great view - kudos to Heather for picking out good ones! I drank a Valjean before the show and even got to use the men's restroom during intermission. No, I wasn't drunk. or confused. The line for the women's was really long so some lady (I think an usher...) ushered me into the men's room. There were other women in there. But also a urinal. I didn't use the urinal. &lt;br /&gt;Happy 11.11.11 at 11:11 (Chicago-time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1536110690325082196?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1536110690325082196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1536110690325082196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1536110690325082196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1536110690325082196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-1111.html' title='11.11.11, 11:11'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6350222578737128454</id><published>2011-11-10T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:34:35.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I had a very hard time getting off the couch this morning. It was very warm underneath my blankets and I could tell it was not very warm outside of my blankets. Heather didn't warm me in enough time that it was going to be cold with a wintery mix. Rumor is there's snow outside. If I missed the first snowfall of the year in Chicago...grrr...&lt;br /&gt;We're waiting on a pizza (oh! It's here!), then we're going to Les Mis. This will be my first off-broadway show, so I'm very excited. I heard the stage moves under their feet. I hope I can stay awake through the whole show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6350222578737128454?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6350222578737128454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6350222578737128454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6350222578737128454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6350222578737128454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5173372092416023271</id><published>2011-11-09T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:45:13.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Deal?</title><content type='html'>I came to a couple realizations today:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm never driving again.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm very out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss Robert but he won't speak to me (don't ask why, I don't actually know the reason).&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Piatto Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was going to tell y'all about the 30 by 30 list but I think I'm too tired to type all of that so you'll have to wait...until...I don't know when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5173372092416023271?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5173372092416023271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5173372092416023271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5173372092416023271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5173372092416023271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-your-deal.html' title='What&apos;s Your Deal?'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6886005701553114194</id><published>2011-11-08T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:28:08.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no</title><content type='html'>I ALMOST FORGOT TO BLOG! I did nothing today - well...I didn't do nothing. I played on the computer, watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, washed sheets, bought the Mexi-mart out of baking soda. Checked out the guy behind the counter at the Mexi-mart. I'll be going back there. Don't lecture me. I know he works at the Mexi-mart! But he's cute...I'm just gonna look. &lt;br /&gt;Then, C-squared got home (that's Chase &amp; Clint) and Chase decided he needed help with his job. Finding songs about outer space. Don't bombard me with ideas. It'll be too late by the time you read this. I found 1 good song...everything else got rejected. But I can't help it that Britney Spears doesn't write about outer space. &lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; since I'm leaving for Toledo tomorrow, I'm willing to bet I won't have a lot to say then (sorry Heather), so tomorrow I'll tell you about my 30 by 30 list. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want cake. I'm hoping Heather got the hint earlier when I said "I want some cake. I was going to make some today but didn't feel like it. I hope I get cake soon." and realizes that I would like some cake when I come into town. You know, like a "Hurray! Les Miserables Cake!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6886005701553114194?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6886005701553114194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6886005701553114194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6886005701553114194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6886005701553114194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-no.html' title='Oh no'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6418251439854527392</id><published>2011-11-07T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:33:49.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*SCREAM* (in an excited way)</title><content type='html'>What a productive day today has been! I slept in a little bit, but not too late, woke up &amp; took a shower after making sure I was out of Magda's way. She's the maid. I played on the computer for a bit and walked with Chase down to the Crafty Beaver. Get your mind out of the gutter. It's a hardware store! We came back to the house &amp; I left for the Field Museum. I only got a little bit lost getting there. I met Victor, the firefighter guy from Friday night, and we wandered the museum. I learned that I do not really enjoy natural history, I do want to be mummified upon my death - not before!!!, and that Victor does not correctly know Chicago history. No really, he told me that the new Macy's on State Street used to be Carson Pirie Scott (or whatever that store is). Nevermind the big plaques on the side of the building that say Marshall Fields. Or that Chase was just telling me earlier about the Macy's. Or that I had heard about Marshall Fields turned Macy's at some other point in my life. But, he tried to give me an inaccurate tour, which I suppose was nice. &lt;br /&gt;As though that weren't a productive enough day, I got home (rode the bus, so crowded but smelled better than the el) and went to Target. Chase &amp; Clint hung the most awesome giant tv in my room. Ok, maybe not giant but it is big, especially compared to what I used to have. Then, they hung a wobbly shelf so I can watch cable &amp; netflix in my room. The shelf says it can hold up to 18 pounds but I made a promise not to test that weight limit. &lt;br /&gt;As though that weren't enough, I GOT CURTAINS IN MY ROOM! I no longer have to choose between getting dressed in the bathroom or having the guys at the tow yard next door potentially see my nakedness. I don't think I have to say which one I went with...but I am on the 3rd floor, they probably couldn't see anything anyways unless they were on the roof. &lt;br /&gt;AS THOUGH THAT WEREN'T ENOUGH!!! I know, how much can you possibly fit in 1 day? we got the closet cleaned out &amp; I got more hangars so I can hang the rest of my clothes, put stuff on the top of the closet &amp; on the floor. Plus, Chase said they might get an entertainment center so if they do, I can have the cube thingie that the tv sits on right now. Which is what I was leaning towards anyways...but this one is free, even better!!! &lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be hanging clothes now. But I'm tired from the rest of my day...so maybe I'll do that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6418251439854527392?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6418251439854527392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6418251439854527392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6418251439854527392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6418251439854527392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/scream-in-excited-way.html' title='*SCREAM* (in an excited way)'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2051832910205829396</id><published>2011-11-06T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:40:34.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Family Marathon Day</title><content type='html'>I have done almost nothing today. I did manage to take a shower. And fold laundry. That's it. I also looked online &amp; applied for some dental hygiene jobs. I found a job for an HR recruiter for hygienists &amp; assistants. I think that would be fun. I always wonder why in the world people would possibly hire person X because clearly, they are horrible! If I got that job, I would not have to hire person X! It's going to take a complete redo of my resume though so I didn't apply for that one. Yet. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;I would highly recommend buying stock in BandAids. I will go through a million of them living in Chicago. So much walking, so many blisters, so many bandaids. &lt;br /&gt;I did find out about this super cool pizza place, Great Lake, that I would like to try. It only seats 14 &amp; you can have a few hours wait but the owners will actually call your cell phone when your table is ready, so you can peruse the neighborhood. Plus, they use all local ingredients. The menu often only has 3-4 pizzas at a time, so hopefully they'll have good ones when I get around to going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2051832910205829396?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2051832910205829396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2051832910205829396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2051832910205829396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2051832910205829396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/modern-family-marathon-day.html' title='Modern Family Marathon Day'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1549578474389242472</id><published>2011-11-05T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:18:53.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Influence</title><content type='html'>I've been catching up on Modern Family. I know that I'm 29 and I should not be dressing like a teenager. But I LOVE how Haley dresses. She's 16 in the show...but she's so fashionable and cute! I would like to figure out how to put outfits together that look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf7Hb7eFBcg/TrWLx0pBgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cF3thXfFr5E/s1600/fashion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf7Hb7eFBcg/TrWLx0pBgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cF3thXfFr5E/s320/fashion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1549578474389242472?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1549578474389242472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1549578474389242472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1549578474389242472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1549578474389242472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/fashion-influence.html' title='Fashion Influence'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf7Hb7eFBcg/TrWLx0pBgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cF3thXfFr5E/s72-c/fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1836483986276969068</id><published>2011-11-05T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:08:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, of course you aren't a serial killer!</title><content type='html'>So maybe the patient who told me I have to learn to not be so trusting was right. I went to a "Nuts &amp; Bolts" singles mixer last night. It was actually more fun than I was expecting &amp; definitely something outside of my comfort level. I went around talking to people &amp; even ran into someone I knew! I know...it's been 3 days, how do I know someone? But it was one of the girls that I met while volunteering. I said "Hey! You're the girl from the thing, right?" She said yes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, overall it was a fun night. I met an older Irish gentlemen. All the Irish people I've met (2, to be exact) have been very sarcastic. This one said he was a Calvin Klein underwear model. He started listing the perks of his job...he forgot to mention that he doesn't have to wear pants all day. That's a perk for him, not the people around him. I think he was kidding though. &lt;br /&gt;I kept running into this 1 other guy, Victor. He caught my eye when he first walked in as one of the better looking guys there. We ran into each other a few times, made a couple "matches" with our nuts/bolts. He said he thought it was really funny that people got so focused on making "matches" that they would forget to talk to the people attached to the nut/bolt. I could definitely see that. I asked him what the prizes were - lemonheads. No, seriously, lemonheads. There were a few other things, starbucks gift card, a dozen roses to carry around the rest of the night. I had to laugh when I realized what the prizes were so I quit trying to make matches and stuck around talking to this guy. (He did actually win the grand prize, a weekend getaway to Kewaunee, WI. No, he didn't invite me. No, I wouldn't have gone).&lt;br /&gt;After the mixer wrapped up, we decided to go try someplace else. We went to a cafe across the street &amp; grabbed a piece of pie. After that, he recommended going to a bar near my house - Hopleaf. I really liked that bar when I went earlier this week, so I agreed. It was maybe 2 miles down the road so he offered to drive, since he had his car. I GOT IN HIS CAR! After I got in, I thought to myself "Well, crap. I hope he's not a serial killer. What if he tampered with his door handle &amp; I can't get out? What if we don't go where he said we would? I'm going to die." But clearly since I'm writing this I didn't die. Perhaps I am a little too trusting though...things to learn in the city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1836483986276969068?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1836483986276969068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1836483986276969068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1836483986276969068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1836483986276969068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-of-course-you-arent-serial-killer.html' title='Why, of course you aren&apos;t a serial killer!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3125118139795702483</id><published>2011-11-04T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:15:20.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike-aaaahhhh!</title><content type='html'>I went to Ikea today. I wanted to see if I could find an inexpensive dresser to store tee shirts &amp; whatnot in. I got there and it was huge! There were 3 stories! I walked in to...nothing. There was an escalator and a wall. I chose the escalator. It escalated me upstairs to another wall. There were bins of $5 and under things so I stopped to look. Upon closer examination, it wasn't actually another wall. There was stuff behind the wall. A lot of stuff. So much stuff. I didn't know where to begin, but I knew I was hungry so I thought I'd start with lunch &amp; take in the vastness of this building. I got a ton of food for so cheap! I tried the cheese ravioli with steamed veggies &amp; a parmesan cream sauce. I didn't ask for chicken but the lady behind the counter didnt' seem to speak English so she gave it to me anyways. &lt;br /&gt;After lunch, it was time to buckle down &amp; do what I came there for. I went in search of bedroom furniture. I didn't love any of it. I mean, it was nice but there was only 1 piece that would fit with the traditional decor of Chase's house. I didn't love that piece. Then I began to think that maybe I'd get one of those cube thingies and put baskets in there. I still might do that but I'm not sure. I can get cheaper cube thingies at Target but I like the storage bins better at Ikea. I'm going to look on Craigslist to see if I can find something I like better. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, right...I almost forgot. At lunch, I tried to steal someone's tray. It was an empty tray but she was standing beside this cart that had empty trays on it. I went to grab for one &amp; she said I'm using that. I must have looked pretty confused because she pointed out where the much bigger stack of empty trays were. I had walked right past them but she was pushing a cart that held multiple trays of food. It was crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3125118139795702483?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3125118139795702483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3125118139795702483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3125118139795702483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3125118139795702483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/ike-aaaahhhh.html' title='Ike-aaaahhhh!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2659918902067553591</id><published>2011-11-03T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:00:41.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned in Chicago Today</title><content type='html'>Well, today was my first rainy, windy day in the big city. Here's what I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't fix your hair. It's going to get blown around anyways. &lt;br /&gt;2. Invest in a hat. It'll mess your hair up but will at least keep your hair contained &amp; out of your face.&lt;br /&gt;3. Umbrellas are stupid. &lt;br /&gt;4. Hoods on jackets/sweatshirts are a very good idea.&lt;br /&gt;5. If it's raining out, don't wear long pants. Mine are a good length...except when it rains. Ankle length pants would have been so much better!&lt;br /&gt;6. My shoes don't actually fit. I thought they did but everytime I wear them, I end up with blisters. &lt;br /&gt;7. My hips are not made for walking.&lt;br /&gt;8. A day full of walking &amp; standing around makes me very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;9. I should keep Kleenex or a handkercheif in my purse at all times. I will have a runny nose from it being cold/numb for the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;10. I do not like the smell of other people when wet.&lt;br /&gt;11. I should avoid the L between 4-6 pm if at all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a good day but definitely a learning experience. I volunteered handing out runner packets at Union Station today and got a shirt that says "will run for chocolate". I also met 2 really nice girls, 1 of whom is going to email me a list of things to do/places to go in Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2659918902067553591?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2659918902067553591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2659918902067553591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2659918902067553591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2659918902067553591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-learned-in-chicago-today.html' title='Things I Learned in Chicago Today'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5728914341319878672</id><published>2011-11-02T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:14:09.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwww</title><content type='html'>So I had plans on going out &amp; enjoying this gorgeous weather that Chicago has been having. But I got out of bed today and wow, it's so sad that I'm sore from walking. My feet ache, as well as my hips. This must be a sign that I really am getting old. I may go out for a short walk just to stretch things out a bit. Right now though, I'm trying to decide if I want to eat off-brand Cinnamon Life or BooBerries for breakfast. One of those was my buy, the other was C..I'll let you guess which was which. Oh and at Target last night, they had the most amazing thing! Well, it was pretty simple actually but it amazed me. The cashier scanned the paper towels and he untaped this strip of Target symbols. I thought it was just for proof that we bought them...but then he taped it the wrong way. IT WAS A HANDLE! Sometimes, I feel like a bit of a country bumpkin in this town...but they just have so many cool things! &lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm having a harder time than I expected trying to adjust to not having Evie around. I was out yesterday and kept thinking I should get home to check on her. Then this morning, I kept expecting to hear her whine so I would know it was time to take her out. She'd be having a lot of fun here, especially with all the walking I will be doing. I don't think I can take her on the el though...so our walks would be much shorter!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, has anyone heard of Instagram? It's an IPhone app and it's like Twitter but with pictures instead of tweets. I think it'd be fun, especially while exploring Chicago. Of course, I don't have an Iphone...but supposedly the Droid version is called Instaroid (sounds like a disease, like hemmorhoids but faster). From what I read about Instaroid, it's exactly the same as Instagram &amp; I can even follow Instagram users. I'm not sure if Instagram users can follow me. Anyone know anything about this? I'm also looking at Instapics. It's $1.99...so I'm less likely to buy that one! &lt;br /&gt;&amp; In case you're wondering, the BooBerries won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5728914341319878672?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5728914341319878672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5728914341319878672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5728914341319878672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5728914341319878672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/owwww.html' title='Owwww'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3898700897994285830</id><published>2011-11-01T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:33:20.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, hello NaBloPoMo!</title><content type='html'>Well today has been my first official full day in Chicago. It's been great. I slept in, unpacked my car, met a neighbor, ate an italian beef sandwich &amp; walked more today than I have in a really really long time. I kinda figured out the El...I at least know what stop I need to get off at to get home. I also sorta started figuring out the bus lines. There is a bus that runs up &amp; down Clark St all day and stops right in front of the house! I'll be trying that one out on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;I'm catching up on an episode of How I Met Your Mother and then it's off to the grocery store. Oh and I need to unpack all my stuff but that seems like such an intimidating task. &lt;br /&gt;NaBloPoMo - I'm looking forward to exploring Chicago with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3898700897994285830?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3898700897994285830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3898700897994285830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3898700897994285830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3898700897994285830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-hello-nablopomo.html' title='Why, hello NaBloPoMo!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2655871497473525137</id><published>2011-10-31T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:16:48.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not suppsoed to think this...but being unemployed is pretty awesome so far. Today is my first official day - I got to sleep in until 9:30. I bummed around for a few &amp; then was about to take a shower but realized that Hoda &amp; Kathy were on. Of course, I turned on the tv! What's so exciting about this is that it is the Halloween episode &amp; everyone is in costume. Hoda &amp; Kathy are dressed up as Fergie's kids. Matt is Wills, Ann is Kate. Natalie was Pippa. But what's Will without his Harry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUWktQXwtXs/Tq6txnNF52I/AAAAAAAAALo/lp8k4AWqG4Q/s1600/Halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUWktQXwtXs/Tq6txnNF52I/AAAAAAAAALo/lp8k4AWqG4Q/s320/Halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2655871497473525137?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2655871497473525137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2655871497473525137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2655871497473525137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2655871497473525137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/unemployment.html' title='Unemployment'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUWktQXwtXs/Tq6txnNF52I/AAAAAAAAALo/lp8k4AWqG4Q/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-4946175106113252910</id><published>2011-10-21T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:00:44.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10,9,crap!</title><content type='html'>So 8 more days until I go. I've got everything sold but 1 computer tower....I still need a few things picked up but I'm much further along than I was earlier this week which is a huge relief! &lt;br /&gt;However, slight hiccup (and could look like quite the slight!). My phone stopped sending texts, which was a problem considering that was my main source of communication. I took it to the store &amp; since my 1 year manufacturers warranty was up, they won't replace the phone. The only options were: a)continue typing texts &amp; hitting send but not having them received or b)do a hard reset on the phone, which meant losing everything. Supposedly my contacts were supposed to be saved to my gmail account...but they weren't there when I tried to sync them. This probably means I do not have your phone number and/or email address. Sooo...I'm not ignoring you*** now that I'm about to up &amp; leave. I just don't know how to get in touch with you. &lt;br /&gt;***Unless I am ignoring you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-4946175106113252910?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4946175106113252910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=4946175106113252910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4946175106113252910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4946175106113252910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/109crap.html' title='10,9,crap!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-9048724330471137460</id><published>2011-10-12T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:24:39.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's My Beef</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;a href="http://www.wendys.com/"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you used to be good? Yeah? Me too. I miss that. I came to see you today. I wish I'd gone to &lt;a href="http://www.bojangles.com/"&gt;Bojangles&lt;/a&gt; instead. I had a coupon for a free "$0.99 Super Value Menu Item" with the purchase of a combo. Now did I need all that food? No. No really, the answer is still no. But I did it anyways. Well, Wendy, you crushed that dream. You don't have chili on the Super Value Menu. Remember when you only charged $0.99 for your chili? No? I do. It was good. It was affordable. Now you want $1.59. It's not that good. I decided to go for the Monterey Ranch chicken sandwich instead. Except wait...that wasn't $0.99 either. What is this Super Value Menu? Why isn't everything $0.99??? This sure seems to me that you put all your cheap-o gross food on this "super" value menu. Is that what you did? My only choices that the coupon qualified for were: french fries (don't need 2 orders), a frosty (can't eat that for a meal), or spicy chicken nuggets (not regular, those are $1.59). RI-DIC-U-LOUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember your fries? They were soo good! Why did you switch? Fresh cut fries? No they aren't! They are made up of the same regular fake stuff as your old fries, they just look a little different and you used sea salt. Not good Wendy. Not good at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please stop serving me wilted lettuce. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislike,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You should update your &lt;a href="http://www.wendys.com/food/Family.jsp?family=5"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. It says the Monterey Ranch chicken sandwich is only $0.99. Just sayin'. One of you Wendy's is a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-9048724330471137460?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9048724330471137460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=9048724330471137460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/9048724330471137460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/9048724330471137460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/heres-my-beef.html' title='Here&apos;s My Beef'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-777591738104788537</id><published>2011-10-02T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:19:18.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29, 28, 27...</title><content type='html'>Down to 27 days! The fact that I'm actually leaving is starting to sink in &amp; I'm starting to get a little bit nervous. Not about the move so much but about getting everything sold in time, dealing with the cold (it's 71 here today &amp; I'm in a fleece &amp; workout pants...but still flippiefloppies!), and living in a teeny tiny space. I thought I'd do some research to see what kind of places I could find to rent and I've definitely got some work cut out for me! &lt;br /&gt;I found a place that says they'll drive you around &amp; find you a place to live...it doesn't appear there is a fee but I find that hard to believe. I'll hold off on calling them. Craigslist seems to be my best bet, unless I want to live in a heated cardboard box. So, if you haven't started registering for your fabulous new apartment, go ahead and hop on that train because I'll be needing to stay there! &lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Saint Louis this weekend - a much dreaded trip but one that is non refundable so I'm going regardless. Bets on how awkward this is going to be?? I'll put $20 on VERY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-777591738104788537?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/777591738104788537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=777591738104788537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/777591738104788537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/777591738104788537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/29-28-27.html' title='29, 28, 27...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7979146507452985721</id><published>2011-09-30T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:05:27.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31, 30, 29</title><content type='html'>And the countdown continues! And great news - I've got a place to live! Well, there's just 1 little catch. I need to win it first. But thats where all of you come in. If you'll just go to &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/hgtv-urban-oasis-2011-giveaway-enter/package/index.html"&gt;HGTV&lt;/a&gt; and put in a little of your information, that'd be super. I can live in your luxurious apartment in Chicago and live the fabulous life...and you can come visit me. I mean, you can come stay in your apartment whenever you'd like! &lt;br /&gt;Imagine, when you come to town, we can go to all the cool bars &amp; restaurants that are nearby. We'll go strolling thru the light snow that is blowing gently thru the air. We'll go iceskating in Millenium Park. When it's summer and all that snow/ice has finally melted, we can go to the concerts &amp; baseball games &amp; do all the fun things that Chicago has to offer. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm now the proud owner of 3 winter coats &amp; boots! Real boots! Made for walking in the snow! Now I need to have a home to walk outside of. Enter, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7979146507452985721?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7979146507452985721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7979146507452985721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7979146507452985721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7979146507452985721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/09/31-30-29.html' title='31, 30, 29'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-805393497602749734</id><published>2011-09-15T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:44:04.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>46 days &amp; counting</title><content type='html'>If I did my math correctly, I have 46 days until I move. It can't come fast enough. I've given notice at one of my jobs. I've begun telling patients. I've sold a lot of my stuff &amp; gotten enough money in my amazon account to buy some fancy schmancy winter boots. Should I get the demitasse brown (matches my wool peacoat better) or rope brown (i think they're cuter)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deVuN8JgD9o/TnKpu1ARUtI/AAAAAAAAALY/W7w71GwZ8M8/s1600/boot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deVuN8JgD9o/TnKpu1ARUtI/AAAAAAAAALY/W7w71GwZ8M8/s320/boot2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INy3qKMyVqw/TnKpvPJ0PZI/AAAAAAAAALg/p5j6rilyZ4c/s1600/boot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INy3qKMyVqw/TnKpvPJ0PZI/AAAAAAAAALg/p5j6rilyZ4c/s320/boot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like it to be October 29th though &amp; very quickly. I'm not sure how much more of my current lifestyle I can handle. My life would be much easier if I could just begin anew. and now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-805393497602749734?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/805393497602749734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=805393497602749734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/805393497602749734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/805393497602749734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/09/46-days-counting.html' title='46 days &amp; counting'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deVuN8JgD9o/TnKpu1ARUtI/AAAAAAAAALY/W7w71GwZ8M8/s72-c/boot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6900293942929142393</id><published>2011-09-03T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:10:29.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr</title><content type='html'>Things are coming along nicely for my move. I've sold some of my furniture, got my license paperwork sent off to Illinois, and even found a home for Evie! I just have more stuff to sell/sort through &amp; then I'm off to Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;I am getting nervous about this whole coat/jacket situation. I'm so confused &amp; overwhelmed by everything I think/people are telling me/the thought of being cold. My brother swears by wool but yelp.com said to stay away from wool as it takes a while to dry &amp; smells funky while it's wet. I don't want something long (it gets splashed by buses? That happens?) but not short (Cold butt anyone? No thanks). I should relax about this jacket but I am worried I'll be in total shock when I walk outside of November 2. Perhaps I should just stay inside until June 1? &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any practical suggestions for a jacket? I have heard I need 2 coats: 1 dressy &amp; 1 casual (but both warm) because Chicago is a dressy city &amp; I have to be prepared to not be bumming all the time. I should get knee length, I should get mid-thigh. I should get wool. I should get waterproof. I should get fur (or faux fur). I should go to Burlington's, Macy's, Bloomingdales', H &amp; M. I need boots, insulated &amp; rubber soled. Knee high if I'll be walking. What do I do? So many options. So much information. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6900293942929142393?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6900293942929142393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6900293942929142393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6900293942929142393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6900293942929142393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/09/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3438335972109395738</id><published>2011-08-27T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:04:34.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arf! Arf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiIezMV6gQ/Tlkwc3PAPuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lscMBDRr6dA/s1600/Evie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiIezMV6gQ/Tlkwc3PAPuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lscMBDRr6dA/s320/Evie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a very worried girl. I think that no one loves me and wants to give me a home. My Kristin is going to move to Chicago soon and I know she needs to do that to be happy. I want her to be happy because I'll be happier when she's happy. But what will happen to me until she can move me up there? What if I don't find a nice family to love me? I'm so friendly and nice. I don't bark or chew or go poo in the house. My Kristin yells at me when I do those things so I learned if I'm a good girl, I won't get yelled at. I don't want my Kristin to give me away to anyone...I mean, I know I'll get to go stay with someone for a little bit but that will be like a vacation. Not like...forever. Forever sounds scary without my Kristin. I love her lots and don't want to never see her again. Uh oh...I have to go, my Kristin is coming downstairs and she doesn't like it when I'm on her computer. Her old roommate once blamed me for being on her computer snooping around. Ever since then, I think she's been a little suspicious of me. Won't someone please love me and take me home for a few months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3438335972109395738?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3438335972109395738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3438335972109395738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3438335972109395738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3438335972109395738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/08/arf-arf.html' title='Arf! Arf!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiIezMV6gQ/Tlkwc3PAPuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lscMBDRr6dA/s72-c/Evie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7289910628575525464</id><published>2011-08-23T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:40:33.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Step</title><content type='html'>Well, the rumors have been circulating so I may as well put an end to them. I am moving to Chicago. I'm planning on leaving Charleston on October 30th. Now I know what you're thinking. "Why in the world would that silly girl leave beautiful Charleston, SC in OCTOBER to move to Chicago? Doesn't she know it's cold?" Well, yes I do. Unfortunately, I don't really know what cold means. But I do feel like it's time for a change. I've been in Charleston for 10 years and I feel like things have kinda stalled out for me. I need a change. Besides, a move doesn't have to be permanent. I'm going to stay in Chicago for 1 year. If I'm miserable...I'll go somewhere else. I'm single &amp; have a job that allows me to do that. If I'm happy (or even just neutral), maybe I'll stay in Chicago a little longer. I grew up in the South, in what I consider to be a normal size city. I want to experience something different. &lt;br /&gt;Why Chicago? I visited last year and LOVED it. It felt like a small city with a big city feel. There was so much to do and explore and so many people. There was that giant Whole Foods and maybe I can get a job working in the Willis (formerly Sears) tower! There is snow (an understatement??) and professional sports and theater and so many other things. I'll be 6 hours from R (moved to St. Louis) and 4 hours from my bro (and H!) so we can go see Les Mis in November. &lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem is finding what to do with my dog. I'll be staying with a friend of mine for the first few months, until I can find a place to live and a job (yeah, I'm moving without one of those). I already feel like I'm imposing by staying for an indefinite amount of time. I don't feel right bringing my sweet dog with me. I'm hoping I can find someone who is willing to keep her for an indefinite amount of time (maybe 3 months?? hopefully less but possibly longer) until I find my own apartment &amp; can transport her to me. I have a couple feelers out but I'm not getting a shiny, happy feeling from any of them. Know of anyone who wants a temporary dog? She's incredibly sweet, housetrained, not a chewer/barker/any other annoying habits that dogs tend to have. She's definitely a cuddler too, if you let her. The only thing is she is very energetic (especially when you first come in the house or let her out of her crate) but she really does calm down fairly quickly. She gets along great with other dogs too! If I can't find a temporary home for her, then I'll have to begin looking for a permanent home...and I really don't want to do that. Any takers? Please??? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7289910628575525464?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7289910628575525464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7289910628575525464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7289910628575525464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7289910628575525464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-step.html' title='A New Step'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8772380826070016328</id><published>2011-07-08T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:37:42.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>I decided to give this cooking thing another try for R.  I had been eyeballing a delicious sounding recipe - Teriyaki Pork Kebabs w/Asian Rice. I didn't have the right spice mix for the asian rice so I opted for regular old rice.  FAIL! Things started out well, my prep was all done &amp; the kebabs were, well, kebabed. I heated up my grill pan (first fail, should have tried a regular grill but I don't have one) and put the skewer on. I brushed it with the marinade &amp; next thing I knew, the kitchen was full of smoke. Apparently the sugar content was so high that it was burning almost on contact with the hot pan. I tossed those 3 skewers. Next attempt: I did not brush the extra marinade on - still burning so I turned down the heat. Then they just weren't cooking. I had already served him raw meat so clearly I couldn't do that again! I had tossed the remaining 3 skewers in the oven &amp; those actually turned out pretty tasty. I abandoned the noncooking process on the grill pan &amp; put the semi-burnt raw meat in the oven. The skewers that turned out were tasty - teriyaki pork, red &amp; green bell peppers &amp; pineapple. &lt;br /&gt;The rice? Big epic major fail. I shouldn't be allowed to cook rice anymore. I took the lid off the pot to a swirling of smoke...not a good sign. I put some rice in a bowl to the overwhelming odor of smoke...not a good sign. I tasted the rice &amp; felt like I was eating a cigarette....not a good sign. I advised R that we should just go out to eat but he wouldn't hear of it. I begged him to let me make a frozen pizza but he wouldn't hear of it. I forced him to eat a mouthful of smoky rice &amp; he insisted that it was fine (as long as you don't breathe in while eating it...that means not fine!!). He said it was really good...but I'm fairly sure he was lying.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I cannot cook for this boy. I swear...maybe next time I'll get it right...maybe. Or he'll stop saying he wants to come over for dinner. He's sweet for eating my cooking failures though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8772380826070016328?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8772380826070016328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8772380826070016328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8772380826070016328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8772380826070016328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/07/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5905656734757125537</id><published>2011-06-26T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:46:55.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobriety</title><content type='html'>I just got done telling my mom the other day that I don't ever go out to bars (true statement) and yet I spent today on the couch nursing a hangover. I went bowling with A and her husband last night....I'm a much better bowler halfway thru a pitcher of beer!! However, all the way thru the pitcher? Things went back downhill. The black lights &amp; music video directly above the pins didn't help matters. &lt;br /&gt;A and I decided we should keep drinking after we got home. Why that was a good idea, I'm still not sure. We had just finished off her Skinny Girl margarita mix when she announced she was out of liquor. That should have been our sign to stop but I remembered I had the makings of a margarita at my house!! I dashed next door &amp; returned with tequila in hand. Now I should have learned my lesson the other week when I didn't remember the events of the night I drank these margaritas...but do I ever learn? No. Sadly no. So I mixed us up some more drinks and that's all I remember.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never drinking again. I'm certainly never cleaning up regurgitated rice &amp; cheese fries - is it a bad sign when your vomit is greasy? After 9 hours, my headache &amp; urge to vomit are gone....and I feel like I can handle drinking. Water, silly folks, water! &lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure her husband enjoyed the singalong that occured though. I'm pretty sure most of you have not heard me sing...but I'm just sayin, Mariah Carey took singing lessons from me and I taught her some pretty good tips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5905656734757125537?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5905656734757125537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5905656734757125537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5905656734757125537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5905656734757125537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/06/sobriety.html' title='Sobriety'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7342509326102230520</id><published>2011-06-14T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:31:08.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Computadora</title><content type='html'>Alas, I think it is time for a new computer. I have spent the last hour (yes hour, you read that correctly) trying to get the computer booted. It turned on &amp; when I pulled it from the table to my lap to begin typing...the power cord came out &amp; the computer turned off. So I began the process again. I'm terrified to move, thinking the computer will shut off again. I'm going to try to make this one last a few more months - I rarely get on it, using my phone or computer at work more often than not. Any suggestions? Laptop? Desktop? Know of any good deals? In late August, we have tax free day for "school supplies" so I'll probably aim to get one around then. &lt;br /&gt;Not much else new has been happening. I tried to give my...well...I don't know what he is...food poisoning last night. I served him half cooked chicken. hahaha, no not on purpose. I kept eating mine until he said it was not supposed to be red &amp; that I should cook it longer. The chicken was really good though You made a serrano pepper &amp; rosemary butter to put under the skin &amp; then you grilled it. The meat was moist (although that could have been the rawness that made it moist) &amp; flavorful. I'll be making that one again, although I'll make sure to adjust the cooking time so as not to poison anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I feel like I'm pushing my luck so I'm going to hit save &amp; will perhaps be back sooner than a month to update you on whatever else may be happening in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7342509326102230520?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7342509326102230520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7342509326102230520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7342509326102230520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7342509326102230520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-computadora.html' title='La Computadora'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3138168656511407173</id><published>2011-05-13T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:47:45.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>Today is not going as I had hoped. I walked into work only to be greeted with "hey boo! We found the bib clip." There are 2 problems with this. 1) I got called boo. I hated when that was popular in the 90s. I hate it even more now. 2) I had JUST walked in the door. All my other coworkers seem to get that I'm not friendly until around 10 but not this girl. No ma&lt;br /&gt;tter how much I scowl at her she still keeps trying. And the harder she tries, the longer it takes me to be nice to her! She's still new but I thought she would have learned after 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I moved from the top of an important people list to somewhere smack in the middle. Boo! Oh well, at least it's the weekend in 3 hours. Surely that should improve matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3138168656511407173?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3138168656511407173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3138168656511407173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3138168656511407173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3138168656511407173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/05/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1356356220669104202</id><published>2011-05-09T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:29:30.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Notice</title><content type='html'>I never seem to learn my lesson. I really never do...in many ways but today's lesson not learned is about being burned. Sunburned...not other burns, that's a whole different long long long post. &lt;br /&gt;I was down in Hilton Head on Tuesday. Side note: &lt;a href="http://www.thejazzcorner.com/"&gt;The Jazz Corner&lt;/a&gt;is A-MAZE-ING! I had no idea what I was walking in to but I loved it! The music was great, the atmosphere so cool &amp; intimate and...awesome! My mom, aunt &amp; their friends were in town to hear the Martin Lesch Band (brother to my boss) and they were so good! I was pretty sure the trumpeter, bassist or saxophonist was going to die since they were all over 70, but they made it thru the night. Also, the singer of the band (who I thought was named Willie...a white guy named Willie...woo! So hot!) was so good. Unfortunately his name was Whitley which took him down a few notches but his singing took him right back up there! Plus he sang some of my favorite songs, including "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" and "In the Midnight Hour". His voice was smooth, like butter, in a velvet jar, wrapped in smoothness.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the point of this post. I got sunburnt while laying out in the sun on Tuesday. A few rules I should commit to memory: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Don't stay out in the sun for more than 3 hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;2: Always put on a higher SPF than 8.&lt;br /&gt;3: Always reapply sunscreen every 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4: Don't jump in the pool immediately after reapplying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Czphy4T5z00/TciGuGZosiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5JHznovpUWc/s1600/sunburn1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Czphy4T5z00/TciGuGZosiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5JHznovpUWc/s320/sunburn1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03Zx5gFWhJY/TciGuPWXkUI/AAAAAAAAALE/VAvOiAHDlSE/s1600/sunburn2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03Zx5gFWhJY/TciGuPWXkUI/AAAAAAAAALE/VAvOiAHDlSE/s320/sunburn2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1356356220669104202?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1356356220669104202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1356356220669104202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1356356220669104202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1356356220669104202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/05/burn-notice.html' title='Burn Notice'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Czphy4T5z00/TciGuGZosiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5JHznovpUWc/s72-c/sunburn1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-4105681333918805845</id><published>2011-04-17T00:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:47:52.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To Sleep...</title><content type='html'>I always seem to forget that drinking Mountain Dew past 6 pm is a horrible idea. Pretty sure sleep is nowhere in sight. And I'm sure most of you are thinking the best solution is not to drink anymore Dew but it's friggin delicious so abstaining is not an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-4105681333918805845?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4105681333918805845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=4105681333918805845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4105681333918805845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4105681333918805845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-to-sleep.html' title='Go To Sleep...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5631969788403502307</id><published>2011-04-15T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:27:15.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! Come On In!</title><content type='html'>I am not the brightest crayon in the box. The deadbolt on my back door was broken and there was a guy here to fix it. I was running a few minutes late so since he was going to be 30-45 minutes...I decided to take a shower while he worked. I know, there is a stranger in my house, getting naked might not be the best plan but I locked the bedroom door...so the guy who fixes locks for a living surely can't get in, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5631969788403502307?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5631969788403502307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5631969788403502307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5631969788403502307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5631969788403502307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-come-on-in.html' title='Hey! Come On In!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7948839154676163080</id><published>2011-04-06T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:15:24.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Rosie?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I recently purchased the Rosetta Stone program so I can learn French. I wanted to learn just to have something to do, I don't have a trip planned, I don't really know anyone who speaks French but it seemed like a good language (and it was on sale. Italian was not). I have really been enjoying it and have been flying through it! I try to work on the program a little each day and spend anywhere from 30 minutes to 4 hours a day. Sometimes I go through lessons and sometimes I participate in a Studio session with a native speaker. Other times I go to Rosetta World and play games, either by myself (there is a really hard bingo game!!) or with other students learning the same language as I am. &lt;br /&gt;Lately, when I go to Rosetta World and have been playing a game, I will make a typo. What is the first thing one does when one makes a typo? Hits backspace, correct? (Oopsy...just made a typo..hehe, guess that proves my point) Apparently, some genius programmer at Rosetta Stone decided to make the "backspace" key the exit button for Rosetta World &amp; Rosetta Studio. So what does that mean for me? I keep getting kicked out of my games! I try to say "bonsoir Je m'appelle Kristin." But then the other person types out "Bonsoir Kristin" so I don't need to tell them my name's Kristin...they already know that. So I hit backspace and BAM! I'm out of the game. &lt;br /&gt;I get back in the game and I say to myself "DO NOT HIT BACKSPACE" (in english, I can't say all that in french just yet). I usually make it about 2 minutes and then get all excited while typing in French and oops. BAM! I'm out of the game again. I thought that maybe my computer was going haywire - after all, that was the problem when I couldn't speak to other players in Rosetta World...but nope. Genius programmers. That is the problem. &lt;br /&gt;I wrote them a very nice email explaining how stupid they were...what do you mean nice emails don't include the word stupid? We shall see if I keep Rosetta Stone. I'm getting tired of the technical issues.  Until then...bonne nuit &amp; au revoir.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW...I probably hit backspace 96 times while typing this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7948839154676163080?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7948839154676163080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7948839154676163080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7948839154676163080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7948839154676163080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/04/really-rosie.html' title='Really Rosie?!?!?'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8726321468847273590</id><published>2011-03-17T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:59:11.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Theme Song</title><content type='html'>This is going to be my theme song for the weekend - I need one of these weekends after this week! It's just been go-go-go, busy-busy-busy. I will not be leaving my couch if I can help it...unless I go out on the boat. But I don't think you can wear a sniggie (that's my offbrand snuggie) out on a boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3FZtN7T5PXM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8726321468847273590?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8726321468847273590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8726321468847273590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8726321468847273590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8726321468847273590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-theme-song.html' title='My Theme Song'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3FZtN7T5PXM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6974240496193312963</id><published>2011-03-17T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:54:24.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Grow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0t8z3JOAogU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6974240496193312963?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6974240496193312963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6974240496193312963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6974240496193312963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6974240496193312963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-grow.html' title='When You Grow....'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0t8z3JOAogU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-709971649069078137</id><published>2011-03-07T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:48:39.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sadness</title><content type='html'>I have put myself on a food budget. I'm only allowed to spend half of the ridiculous amount that I normally spend on food. This means a lot more cooking at home. I made a delicious White Rabbit Salad (cottage cheese, honey, fruits, walnuts) to eat for breakfast for the next few mornings. It didn't say it's a breakfast salad but it's lots of fruit plus all the protein from the cottage cheese...so breakfast it is!&lt;br /&gt;I also tried my hand at a Morrocan Orange &amp; Walnut Salad - sounds great, right? I thought so! It did have radishes in it and I'm not exactly sure I like radishes...but I thought I'd try it anyways. You section the orange (first time...I got much better by the 3rd orange!) and then put honey &amp; cinnamon in the bowl and let it soak. Then you combine purple onions, radishes, mixed greens &amp; olive oil. Finally, you put it all together and top it with toasted walnuts. I decided to add some sauteed shrimp to the mix so I could have a little protein with my meal. Everything was smelling super good as I took my first bite. *Bleck!* It was way to oily and way to oniony. I managed to eat it tonight but...I just don't think I can do it again 2 more days. I had to throw it out. Now I have to budget my money even further than I already am to make up for those 2 meals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-709971649069078137?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/709971649069078137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=709971649069078137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/709971649069078137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/709971649069078137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-sadness.html' title='Super Sadness'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-943928135042364895</id><published>2011-01-31T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:58:57.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>The fat kid is here. She's sitting in my bed eating mini Reese's (yum!) And drinking milk. I really need her to go away!I can see how people get fat overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-943928135042364895?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/943928135042364895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=943928135042364895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/943928135042364895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/943928135042364895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-558899033102770990</id><published>2011-01-31T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:04:03.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool V. Uncool</title><content type='html'>I got an email today from the head of the cheer program with a picture of one of our 14(maybe 15) year old girls drinking a beer. Now...she tried to hide it but really? Blue can? White stripe down the side with a tiny red stripe beside it? I know she put it in a coozie but really? Everyone knows whats in the can... I'm shocked that this girl was the one in the picture (there were a couple other cheerleaders in the pic...who actually didn't have a beer up and showing which is shocking although I'm just happy they didn't have crack in the picture. Drinking would be the least of what I would worry about with them) because she is a good girl but I think a little bit of a follower. Then again, what 14 year old girl isn't? &lt;br /&gt;I briefly thought about telling her mom except - I wouldn't be surprised if her mom knew (after all the pics were on her facebook page) and I know her mom has been super stressed out and don't want to add to it. Plus it's not like I caught her in the act. Eh...I'm so disappointed in her though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-558899033102770990?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/558899033102770990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=558899033102770990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/558899033102770990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/558899033102770990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/cool-v-uncool.html' title='Cool V. Uncool'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3713858836411188624</id><published>2011-01-30T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:11:14.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Paris in the Springtime...</title><content type='html'>French Kiss is on. I love that movie. I got it for Christmas but still haven't watched it. Lucky for me it's on tv so I don't even have to go downstairs to get the dvd. besides, I'm busy being the fat kid and laying in bed having milk and cookies. I'm so good at being the fat kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3713858836411188624?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3713858836411188624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3713858836411188624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3713858836411188624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3713858836411188624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-paris-in-springtime.html' title='I Hate Paris in the Springtime...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8545924183791134986</id><published>2011-01-28T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:34:05.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost...</title><content type='html'>I almost called Early tonight. Almost. I stopped myself.  I realized how awkward the convo would have been. it's been nearly a month since I've talked to him. yes I miss him but what would I say? I could say that much plus a little more but then what? I would need more. I couldn't just say "I miss you" bc that wouldn't be enough. I need more and I guess I'm not prepared to say more. I don't think I could say enough to change his mind. Instead I buried myself in dental info and researching the foaming agent in toothpaste. Sodium lauryl sulfate or sodium n-lauryl sucinate in case you were wondering. Dental information is always nice &amp; comforting. It can't mislead you. It only gives you facts and let's you interpret them.&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could make my neighbors (not a and w) quiet down so I could get some sleep and get Early out of my head before I convince myself to call him and make a fool out of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8545924183791134986?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8545924183791134986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8545924183791134986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8545924183791134986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8545924183791134986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost.html' title='Almost...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-4403440239931769065</id><published>2011-01-25T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:15:39.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deduce This!</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think I'm not feeling well. Things that lead me to think this:&lt;br /&gt;- my ear hurts every so often, like a quick throb and then it's gone. But it still makes me wince.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want to eat. This could be because I want to vomit. I tried to eat my cure-all tonight - french fries and sprite but wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm moody. This is normal but I'm more moody than normal.&lt;br /&gt;- Baby Got Back came on the radio and I wasn't tempted to dance. Sing? Yes. Dance? no :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-4403440239931769065?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4403440239931769065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=4403440239931769065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4403440239931769065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4403440239931769065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/deduce-this.html' title='Deduce This!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7408384439875050274</id><published>2011-01-23T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:18:42.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good V. Evil</title><content type='html'>I should really learn to not watch Extreme Home Makeover...it makes me cry every single time. Seriously. Where do they find these incredibly good people in such crumbly homes? It's so sad but so happy. It makes me want to be a better person ...At least it's followed by Desperate Housewives so I can go back to feeling evil afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: DH is a repeat tonight. Unfortunately that leaves me with that warm fuzzy feeling tonight. I did tune into Worst Cooks In America for the first time and I'm inspired to make a delicious burger now! Except i don't have a grill. I do have a grill pan. Plus it's cold so I'm not so sure I would want to grill outside anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7408384439875050274?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7408384439875050274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7408384439875050274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7408384439875050274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7408384439875050274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-v-evil.html' title='Good V. Evil'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1291463439389071116</id><published>2011-01-21T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:18:55.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh duh duh</title><content type='html'>Those Were the dreaded duhs. Not good ones. I tried to blog on the way to my date about how I just really hoped he wasn't ugly. I realize how shallow that is but maybe I'm a little on the shallow side. Who isn't? Well the good news,  he wasn't ugly. I don't know if I'd go as far as to say super cute...but not ugly. The bad news? He was a douche. Actually an uber douche. Ugh. Why is it so hard to date? This is lame. This should not be so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1291463439389071116?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1291463439389071116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1291463439389071116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1291463439389071116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1291463439389071116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/duh-duh-duh.html' title='Duh duh duh'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3069169634983791093</id><published>2011-01-21T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:28:11.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Blog</title><content type='html'>I have an extra long lunch today...so I figured I'd take 2 seconds to blog - I have a date tonight but I can't seem to get stupid Early out of my head. Seriously - it's been over a month. Get out of my head! I should probably not go on a date while thinking about someone else...but eh...&lt;br /&gt;I also just got off match.com. I was waiting for my subscription to run out (which it does in 3 days) and had every intention of getting off there regardless of my relationship status. Now...I am super off there. Officially cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I want to get another dog. I'd like to name it Jean Valjean. It should be a french dog of some sort because with a name like jean valjean, it can't be a big goofy dog. The name doesn't fit. Plus Jean Valjean (who, initially at least, will be referred to by his full name) would give Evie someone to play with. They'd have so much fun. I'm not actually going to get another dog but I like the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3069169634983791093?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3069169634983791093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3069169634983791093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3069169634983791093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3069169634983791093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/lunch-blog.html' title='Lunch Blog'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7224372713875528967</id><published>2011-01-20T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:12:10.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want...</title><content type='html'>I want an afro puff. Seriously. I'm not lying. My patient had a super cute one and yes, she was black &amp; yes she rocked it...but I could rock it too. The black part, I can't do much about. But white girls can have afro puffs, right? She had this super cool 70's earthy feel about her...all because of her hair. It did make it difficult to clean her teeth though because I couldn't get close enough. The hair was in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7224372713875528967?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7224372713875528967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7224372713875528967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7224372713875528967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7224372713875528967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want.html' title='I Want...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5630842948397032982</id><published>2011-01-17T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:28:04.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Daze</title><content type='html'>This weekend, a very good friend of mine got married. I'm so excited for her &amp; was very happy to be invited to support her in the beginning of this new chapter of her life. The wedding was so much fun - perhaps one of the most fun weddings I've been to! At first I was all sad-like because I didn't have a date...but I took A since she is also friends with the bride and she was a much more fun date than any boy! I didn't have to worry about keeping her entertained and that she was having fun. No, I did not have a built in dance partner but A and I did shag a couple times...or tried. A had to be the boy and I was the mostly clueless girl - but by the end, we were either drunk enough to think we looked good doing it or we really did look like we knew what we were doing. Either way it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, another girl wasn't able to make it to the wedding (sad face) but her boyfriend did come so I adopted him as my dance partner - he wasn't exactly willing...but I dragged him into it! &lt;br /&gt;It was a wedding filled weekend - next weekend is going to seem quite tame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5630842948397032982?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5630842948397032982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5630842948397032982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5630842948397032982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5630842948397032982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/wedding-daze.html' title='Wedding Daze'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1214630031484428601</id><published>2011-01-12T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:01:02.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Scream, I Scream, We All Scream For...</title><content type='html'>BACON! We finally won food trivia! It's been five months of trying but we finally did it. I'm going to be riding this high for like a month! I'm so glad I decided to go. And hopefully my other effort from tonight will have paid off as well but I'll have to wait on that....oh and the prize? A pound of bacon &amp; a $10 gift certificate to e.v.o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1214630031484428601?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1214630031484428601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1214630031484428601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1214630031484428601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1214630031484428601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-scream-i-scream-we-all-scream-for.html' title='You Scream, I Scream, We All Scream For...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8583334330828140056</id><published>2011-01-10T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:26:31.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Gonna Make Me Go To Rehab</title><content type='html'>I fell off the wagon. I didn't just fall off. The wagon then ran me over. I spent the past 5 days moping around my house as much as possible. I feel a little like Linus (I think...) from the Peanuts, carrying my blanket around with me. &lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.kathrynstockett.com/"&gt;The Help by Kathryn Stockett&lt;/a&gt; and I'm pretty sure the character of Skeeter is based on me. I mean, minus the whole part about writing a book about interracial relations. And the part about doing something important &amp; helpful with their life. But the part about having the boyfriend who wants to take "space" as though the relationship was physics and not a human relationship. Sounds so freaking familiar. At least her's decides that he does actually like her - mine? Not so much. Oh well. It happens. I'm taking Skeeter's stance and am trying not to feel sorry for myself every minute of the day. It hasn't been going so well thus far but there's always tomorrow. I know I need to keep myself busy and find things to do. I even made a list. It's finding the energy &amp; desire to do them so I can stop moping. &lt;br /&gt;I have a date supposedly later on this week. An official time has not been set but the offer has been made. I didn't much want to but I said yes because it doesn't make sense to wait on Early to change his mind. That's not going to happen. I'd like it to though. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8583334330828140056?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8583334330828140056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8583334330828140056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8583334330828140056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8583334330828140056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/theyre-gonna-make-me-go-to-rehab.html' title='They&apos;re Gonna Make Me Go To Rehab'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7738701047258335174</id><published>2011-01-06T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:17:09.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Y102.5,&lt;br /&gt;Please stop playing sappy ass music that applies to my life. You generally don't have a great playlist to begin with but when you play songs like "i can't make you love me", "don't speak", and"i will survive", I begin to think it is intentional. Why don't you just put "duke of earl" on repeat in case there is any chance of me forgetting about him for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'd like to send a shout out to the lady who works at Bojangles: Bitch, if I want extra seasoning on my fries, then just do it. Don't tell me they are already in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your forcefully loyal listener, &lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7738701047258335174?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7738701047258335174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7738701047258335174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7738701047258335174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7738701047258335174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-y102.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-4875044877502300986</id><published>2011-01-05T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:33:14.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>which way do I go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-4875044877502300986?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4875044877502300986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=4875044877502300986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4875044877502300986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4875044877502300986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/pat.html' title='which way do I go?'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3234107526967108566</id><published>2011-01-01T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:16:03.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Dawn, A New Day...</title><content type='html'>and I'm feeling good...and I'm quoting Michael Buble songs. That needs to stop! Bear with me, this post is going to be full of randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not starting the new year off as a vegetarian. Bacon &amp; hashbrowns for breakfast. Pork &amp; sauerkraut &amp; collards for dinner. But I am cooking at home a lot more, which has been fun, minus all the leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was brushing my teeth last night and found myself staring at a picture on my bathroom wall. Why do I still have a picture of C &amp; I, and 2 other friends, hanging on my wall? He won't speak to me. I'm just prolonging my torture. So the picture came down. And, you know what? If people (yes there are multiples - crazy, I know) don't want to speak to me, fine, don't. I tried to talk to all of you, but it's your loss. I'm done pining away for a phone call or text. I've got better things to do and I'll find friends who do want to talk to me. Bump you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm rethinking my Chicago move. I mean, I really want to go but I think Evie would be miserable. Is it weird to consider what I think my dog would want?  She hates the cold! I was thinking about leaving her with my dad for a year while I got settled in and decided if I wanted to stay there...but a whole year without her? I'd be lost! Who would I go on a walk with in the mornings? Who would I talk to around the house? Who would snuggle up on the couch with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which brings me to my next thought: My most used Christmas presents this year? My snuggie &amp; the blankets my aunt made Evie and I. Evie's blanket has given her couch priveledges, which she loves. And mine, I'm curled up under if I don't have the Snuggie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used my Kindle to read a book for the first time last night. I definitely need to invest in a cover. It hurts my wrist to hold it. My wrist is at a weird angle. Also, I hit the "next page" button too early and always have to flip back. It's going to take some getting used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's it for randomness today. I'm off to take a shower &amp; then head to the gym. I know, that's backwards but I'll shower after the gym too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3234107526967108566?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3234107526967108566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3234107526967108566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3234107526967108566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3234107526967108566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-new-dawn-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a New Dawn, A New Day...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7064034205382576899</id><published>2010-12-30T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:59:24.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts From Today</title><content type='html'>-That guy can grow a mean beard/stache...I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;-This Snuggie is really warm. I wish it had longer sleeves and glittens.&lt;br /&gt;-Walking down the stairs in a Snuggie is a really really bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;-Crap. Dr. B didn't sign my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm such a silly girl. Why am I waiting? Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to go dancing.&lt;br /&gt;-I should be getting stuff done instead of watching albino people.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't need an appetizer of pork tenderloin &amp; mashed potatoes...but I did go the gym for a run today...so maybe I do...&lt;br /&gt;-I want wings. and sushi. but not at the same time. And the wings are to eat, not to fly with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7064034205382576899?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7064034205382576899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7064034205382576899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7064034205382576899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7064034205382576899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-thoughts-from-today.html' title='Random Thoughts From Today'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2958663417336372535</id><published>2010-12-28T12:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:45:37.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A Strange Day!</title><content type='html'>it's been a really weird day and it's only half over. I woke up overly hopeful that I would have a text message I super duper wanted only to find that no, it too went ignored. *sigh* Then, to make things worse, I had the Dreidel Song stuck in my head. Yes, "dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay. Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with you I will play." Unfortunately those are the only words I know, so those got repeated over and over until I was on the brink of insanity. I have no clue why I was singing Jewish Christmas songs. Except I guess they aren't Jewish Christmas songs since those don't really go together. &lt;br /&gt;I about got in a fight with the Barnes &amp; Noble salesperson who insulted my Kindle and said I should return it. She said it as though it was a crap gift. I was going to punch her in her face. But I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch with my dad...and at the end of lunch? He gave me a hug. So weird. I know that doesn't sound that weird but for my dad, it's super weird. &lt;br /&gt;I finally got back to Charleston, went for a nice little run and sat down for a delicious dinner that I cooked: Beans with mushrooms, served over pasta, along with a nice glass of wine. Also, A came over and I got to chit chat with her for a while which is always fun. She talked me out of my Plan B (not the OTC medicine, but my own crazy idea...and not for the same thing!!) and convinced me to wait it out. So, here I am...waiting, waiting, waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2958663417336372535?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2958663417336372535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2958663417336372535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2958663417336372535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2958663417336372535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/such-strange-day.html' title='Such A Strange Day!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6825835673018604670</id><published>2010-12-27T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:24:08.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My huckleberry friend</title><content type='html'>I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's tonight. Yet another movie I probably should have seen but haven't. It was a good movie. Audrey Hepburn is so pretty and sophisticated looking. That's not what I took away from the movie but it was an observation that I think any normal person would think. One thing I did take away? I miss Early &amp; I am an idiot. Eh. Not what I wanted to think about throughout the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6825835673018604670?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6825835673018604670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6825835673018604670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6825835673018604670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6825835673018604670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-huckleberry-friend.html' title='My huckleberry friend'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2725610511475117702</id><published>2010-12-27T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:30:48.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago-like weather conditions</title><content type='html'>It's really really windy up here today. I'm pretty sure this is what Chicago is like. I went outside to walk Evie this morning and I could hardly keep the hood up on my jacket! It kept getting blown back and then my hair got blown everywhere. Then, I was walking up the mountain and so I was leaning forward to get up the mountain, the wind was blowing me backwards and Evie was pulling me every which way. My body was so confused. &lt;br /&gt;Aside from it being very windy, it wasn't so bad. I'm so ready for Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2725610511475117702?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2725610511475117702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2725610511475117702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2725610511475117702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2725610511475117702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/chicago-like-weather-conditions.html' title='Chicago-like weather conditions'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5371238330945239525</id><published>2010-12-23T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:59:56.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>So far I've had a good day - I'm leaving in a little bit to go up to Fayetteville so hopefully the goodness will continue when I get into traffic. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I took Evie for an extra long walk this morning, mopped my floors (very necessary!!), went to the gym, got laundry done and took a sad shower. It was only sad because there was only 1 shower head. Also, I opened my new chapstick that I got from the Reindeer Run and love it! It's actually not that great as far as chapstick goes, I swear by my dental office stuff...but this stuff has the piggly wiggly logo on it and that makes me love it. Off to work for some delicious (though no Mr. W's) chicken salad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5371238330945239525?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5371238330945239525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5371238330945239525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5371238330945239525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5371238330945239525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7115566098776341801</id><published>2010-12-22T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:37:09.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out In The Open</title><content type='html'>I know I already posted today but I didn't want to bog down my happy story with this. I've never really talked about this before...well...I have, forcefully...but never really willingly. I've been trying to deal with it by pretending like it doesn't exist but that's not really working out so well for me. I'm depressed. There, I said it. I've dealt with depression since...well...as long as I can remember. Some people know I dealt with it at one time but few know it's still an ongoing problem. (At least from what I know). I remember as a little kid, laying in bed, bawling my eyes out. I could never pinpoint the source but I would sob until I made myself sick and couldn't breathe. I don't really remember how my parents dealt with this. I would imagine they thought I was being overly dramatic as I tended to be from time to time. Or always. I was diagnosed with depression around 16. I went to therapy, I got on medication. Maybe it helped...maybe it didn't. I don't think it really did and I think I felt weird for having to do all that. Feeling weird does not fix depression.&lt;br /&gt;It's been an issue for me that I have chose to dealt with by ignoring it. I would get in a horrible mood, push everyone away and wallow in my misery. It normally appears during the winter months but occasionally will pop up other times throughout the year. Each winter, I hope it won't pop up...but yet it's always here. I tried therapy once when I was a little older. I didn't like it then either. I felt like all I did was sit and whine to a complete stranger, who surely thought my life was not all that bad. I don't think my life is all that bad. Which is why the feelings are so frustrating - because I can't pinpoint a problem and therefore can't fix it. &lt;br /&gt;If you haven't figured it out yet - that's what's been going on for the past few weeks/month. I have tried my best to not talk to anyone more than necessary. People ask if everything's ok and I just say yes and try to avoid answering any more questions. I hide out in my house and try to nap as much as I can, because nothing bad happens while you sleep. I burst into tears at the simplest thing. I get mad over everything. It really is frustrating. Every day I have been needing to give myself a pep talk just to make it through the work day so I can come home and take a nap. I guess the good thing is that I don't drink. Drinking generally makes the feelings worse so I keep my drinking to a minimum when I'm feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;After a really rough weekend, I realized things needed to change. Ignoring the problem is not fixing it. It never has (unless you ask my dad). I have absolutely no desire to go to therapy or to get on anti-depressants. I've done some research and I think I can figure out a way to handle this in natural ways. Some of my methods include &lt;br /&gt;a)daily walks with Evie. Supposedly pets increase your happiness level.&lt;br /&gt;b)exercise. I need to make it a point to go the gym. &lt;br /&gt;c)Getting enough (but not too much) sleep. I now have a bedtime &amp; wake up time, which does fluctuate slightly depending on my work activities the next day. I'm not sure how naps during vacation will play into it. I really do like a good nap. I just need to learn I don't need to nap in order to avoid life.&lt;br /&gt;d)Diet. I recently watched SuperSize Me and joked that maybe that's what's been up with me. I've been eating so much fast food lately. But seriously. Maybe that has played into it.&lt;br /&gt;e)A schedule. I'm giving myself a night time schedule. I need to floss/brush my teeth every night &amp; wash my face. It will just make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;f)Vitamins. I already take vitamins to make my hair grow faster but I'm going to take some additional ones that are supposed to increase your energy level and alleviate the symptoms of depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not going to pretend it's not happening either. It's real. I wish it weren't. But...such is life. I've  been working on all of the above things for the past few days and I've seen a huge improvement. I don't want to murder everyone. I can't really blame people for not wanting to hang out with me lately. I haven't really wanted to hang out with myself. I know I've been difficult to get along with for the past few weeks so if you've had to deal with me - I'm sorry. I'm working on being more amenable. Please bear with me and I'll be fun again. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-7115566098776341801?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7115566098776341801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=7115566098776341801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7115566098776341801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/7115566098776341801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-in-open.html' title='Out In The Open'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-3132224672403644208</id><published>2010-12-22T19:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:12:51.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrub Me Down and Call Me Happy</title><content type='html'>I am 100%, totally, completely, head over heels, blissfully happy right now. Normally I feel this way after a really good date with Early...but the cause this time? I finally got to use my Groupon for a body scrub and OH MY GOD IT WAS AMAZING! Seriously...I was a little iffy because this place is in downtown North Charleston...which could go really good...or really badly. It was a cute little building with white Christmas lights tastefully decorating the outside of the door so I took that as a good sign. I learned from my first massage that you should always arrive early - so early I was and got to sit and relax in their waiting room wearing a soft, warm robe and with the most heavenly neck wrap thing around my neck. Seriously. I think God sent this to &lt;a href="http://www.socadayspa.com/"&gt;SoCa&lt;/a&gt; specifically for me. I did check out the tag, it's from &lt;a href="http://www.taraspa.com/index.cfm/herbal_ease_neck_pillow_9.htm"&gt;Tara Spa&lt;/a&gt; and it's amazing. It smelled like warm cinnamon apple oatmeal, wrapped around my neck. Ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;My scrubist, Jaffa, came to get me and was wearing this plastic, dominatrix looking apron and I began to wonder what I got myself into...but once she started? I was in love! She scrubbed my whole body with this scrubby stuff and made me feel super smooth - I know, it seems really weird that I would like this, with my being averse to human touch and all...but in this situation? Get me naked and rub me down! I especially liked when she rubbed my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;The best part of it all? I know this is weird but you all should have come to expect oddity from me by now. The shower. I LOVE THAT SHOWER! I would live in that shower if I could. I would marry that shower. She started it up so it was nice and warm and steamy for me when I got in there and THERE WERE 3 SHOWER HEADS! Two from the corners of the shower and a giant rainfall one. I've heard of these before...but never used one. I thought she might have to come pry me from the shower. You couldn't go anywhere without being sprayed in all directions! The side ones were strategically placed about mid calf, mid thigh, stomach and chest. I loved them. &lt;br /&gt;The scrub finished with a full body lotion application which made my skin feel so soft and luxurious and smooth. I just keep rubbing myself because I feel so good! &lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disappointed because M told me when she got her scrub they wrapped her in foil and baked her like a potato. I was kinda looking forward to it. But I think she probably got a scrub and a wrap...which I'm looking into for next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-3132224672403644208?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3132224672403644208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=3132224672403644208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3132224672403644208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/3132224672403644208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrub-me-down-and-call-me-happy.html' title='Scrub Me Down and Call Me Happy'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5134854069779356726</id><published>2010-12-21T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:08:06.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Actual Conversation</title><content type='html'>Sadly, this really did happen.&lt;br /&gt;Self: I should go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Self: I know, but I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Self: Yeah but the gym will make you feel more energized&lt;br /&gt;Self: I have to poo.&lt;br /&gt;Self: Don't be ridiculous. You can poo at the gym if you have to go that badly.&lt;br /&gt;Self: I want to get home so I can clean my headlights.&lt;br /&gt;Self: No you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Self: I could...&lt;br /&gt;Self: But you don't. You're being ridiculous. Take your lazy behind to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report that myself won...so...right.&lt;br /&gt;I did just get back from AMK club which is quickly becoming my favorite club. It's actually just an excuse to have girls night once a month - we had a delicious pasta &amp; salad &amp; dessert...and my appetizer I made with questionable shrimp. I ate a few beforehand and didn't get sick..they just didn't smell so hot. I'm sure we'll all be fine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5134854069779356726?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5134854069779356726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5134854069779356726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5134854069779356726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5134854069779356726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/actual-conversation.html' title='An Actual Conversation'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8412374866368542908</id><published>2010-12-18T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:11:33.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give Up</title><content type='html'>Early and I are "taking space apart" right now for a few weeks. This is crap. This is the opposite of what I wanted. Ugh. Anyways, instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself (which I am...), I'm going to be productive and go out on as many dates as I can over the next 3 weeks. That is definitly not what I want to be doing, since I would like to only be dating him...but, alas...I would rather do that than sit and stress out over the next 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;So, my goal...it is Christmas and New Years so that does make scheduling difficult...but think I can make it on 10 dates in the 16 days that he's gone? I'm going to try...and I would like them to be quality dates too...since I'm counting on not hearing back from Early, might as well start moving on....right? Huge, gigantic sad face inserted here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update** Operation Date As Much As Possible is going quite poorly. Pretty much due to lack of trying. I don't want to go out on dates with anyone else. This blows. All I want to do is call him and tell him I miss him. Must be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8412374866368542908?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8412374866368542908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8412374866368542908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8412374866368542908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8412374866368542908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-give-up.html' title='I Give Up'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-1262767295945876761</id><published>2010-12-17T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:01:45.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a Grinch</title><content type='html'>I'm still being a grinch. I feel like everytime I start to get into the Christmas spirit some event happens and makes me hate the whole world again. I'm about 1 stressful event away from cancelling Christmas and staying home, in my bed, by myself for the weekend. I'm trying my best to avoid everyone so that I can relax and not flip out....sometimes it works, sometimes not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Early's graduation today and I'm a little frustrated about that. I stressed and stressed about what to wear - I wanted to look perfect because a)I never get to dress up so I wanted him to see that if I tried, I could look nice and pulled together and b)I thought there might be a picture taken of the two of us and that his parents would see it. I wanted them to think that I looked like a nice, appropriate, not cheap floozy...so worry worry worry, I finally found the perfect outfit and get this: I even ironed it! I know, that's a shocker. I thought I looked really nice when I left the house today - perhaps my hair was a little flat but overall, it was a winning look. Was there a picture? No. Did he comment on my appearance? No. And, to make everything worse...I got a blister from the shoes I was wearing and it busted on my walk back to the car. I should have just worn my sweat pants and flip flops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-1262767295945876761?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1262767295945876761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=1262767295945876761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1262767295945876761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/1262767295945876761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-grinch.html' title='Still a Grinch'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2974895119396849066</id><published>2010-11-30T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:49:46.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinchin' It Up</title><content type='html'>I'm being a grinch. Yesterday &amp; Sunday I finally felt like I was starting to get into the holiday spirit. I was even disappointed this morning when the other employees asked if we could play something other than Christmas music. I don't know what happened...well, I do know what happened. I have been talking to my patients about travel plans for the holiday season and the more I talk about my travel plans, the less I want to do them. I mean, don't take it the wrong way. I want to go home. I want to spend Christmas with my family. But to do that, it means that a) I'll be home less than 24 hours and b)I'll miss games &amp; movies on Christmas night. I would drive up to Fay on Thursday night, drive up to MD Friday morning, drive back to Fay Saturday afternoon and then back down to Charleston Sunday morning. I don't know what to do! It's just so much driving in such a short period of time. I could fly...but it's expensive and I don't know what I'd do with my dog. I could have my dad come down here (or I could go up there) but the idea of that prospect is depressing. We won't exchange gifts because he'll say he can't afford anything and he is the MOST difficult person to buy for in the history of difficult people. We'll go to dinner and then come back home and sit in silence. That's almost more depressing than sitting around by myself. I just don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;I can hear C now. He'd say "Aw, buck up babe, lots of people spend Christmas by themselves. I'm doing it. You can always come down here. We'll lay on the couch all day and watch movies." Maybe we'd even make grilled cheese &amp; tomato soup. Except he won't speak to me to say that so he is not saying it. Plus, he's got his new gf now (maybe, I dunno if that's true or not but for the sake of my pity party it is now) so there is not room for me there. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just throwing a pity party for myself right now. I'm sure I have friends in the area I could spend Christmas with but it's just not the same. I want to go home. But I want to go home without stressing myself out to the max with 20 hours of driving in a 96 hour period. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2974895119396849066?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2974895119396849066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2974895119396849066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2974895119396849066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2974895119396849066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/grinchin-it-up.html' title='Grinchin&apos; It Up'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-888561700753655782</id><published>2010-11-29T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:06:06.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Wrong With You?!</title><content type='html'>I've had at least 3 patients in the past couple weeks who have either cancelled their appointments bc of or complained during the appointment or in some way attributed dental pain to their period. I mean, really? Haven't you been dealing with said cycle for many years? Isn't this old news? I still have to go to work when I have mine. I still have to function. Plus, I'm working in your mouth. If you weren't sure, that's the opposite end of the body. Grow up...it sucks sometimes but take some advil and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I made it to the gym again. I'm still not sure how the run will go on Saturday but Early said he's ready to carry me if I fall down and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-888561700753655782?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/888561700753655782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=888561700753655782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/888561700753655782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/888561700753655782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-wrong-with-you.html' title='What Is Wrong With You?!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5927477171864046647</id><published>2010-11-28T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:08:13.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>I found someone to play Skipbo with me! Seriously, I am the happiest girl alive. 4 rousing games and Early &amp; I are all tied up. I think we will know who will emerge the victorious one...um, yes, clearly the answer is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5927477171864046647?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5927477171864046647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5927477171864046647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5927477171864046647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5927477171864046647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-2167742780185062406</id><published>2010-11-27T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:44:13.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker!</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. I've been driving for 13 hours...well not straight, I did take a 4 got break at the W's for dinner. Anyways point is, I'm tired and going to bed. It's my last day to sleep in and I plan on taking advantage of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-2167742780185062406?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2167742780185062406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=2167742780185062406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2167742780185062406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/2167742780185062406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/slacker.html' title='Slacker!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8212421443746646349</id><published>2010-11-26T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:11:13.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping It Up</title><content type='html'>NaBloPoMo is almost over!! I've mostly stuck to it with only 1 cheat day...which I still stand by the fact that it's not my fault I missed that day. I blame Early. I feel like most of my posts have been decent too - none of that "I don't want to blog" crap and that's it. Well..ok there have been a couple of those but not too many. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm headed back to Charleston so a long day of driving. I'm going to try to set a goal for myself. Don't laugh. Or scold. I'm going to try not to text the whole time I'm driving tomorrow! I know, it's a big goal. I'm gonna try though. &lt;br /&gt;Also...I feel kinda dumb. I got a text from Early yesterday that said "basically I miss you and Thanksgiving is just ok." I thought it was sweet but odd...and while it's not a lie, I would love to have him around, I don't know if miss is exactly the right word. I said I missed him too...and...no answer. huh...made me think he meant to send that to someone else (thinking maybe his family/sister/mom??) and then unfortunately, once something is sent in text world, it's gone. And I don't think it was meant for me because it didn't really follow along with the conversation we were having. We were talking about running and he came out with that. I didn't realize it didn't make sense until after I replied with me saying I missed him too (again, not really a lie...just not the word I would use. Don't ask what word I would use because I don't know)..now I feel dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8212421443746646349?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8212421443746646349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8212421443746646349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8212421443746646349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8212421443746646349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/wrapping-it-up.html' title='Wrapping It Up'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-8946886974717022814</id><published>2010-11-25T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:42:17.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Project V!</title><content type='html'>So project v took a turn for the worse yesterday. I ate stromboli. It was soooo good. Although not as good as it normally is. Not sure what was missing. Today? I tackle turkey. Then...finally...on Sunday, or maybe Monday, I'll go back to being a vegetarian. I'm a little nervous to see what this change in diet does to my weigh in next week. Ideally I will have dropped 3 pounds to make up for my gain last week. Unfortunately I don't think we live in an ideal world. &lt;br /&gt;And because it's Thanksgiving, things I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;-good family &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;-my usually good dog&lt;br /&gt;-jobs that I mostly like going to on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;-my teeth&lt;br /&gt;-that this giant zit on my head will be gone by the time I see early again.&lt;br /&gt;-homemade stuffing&lt;br /&gt;-santa puzzles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-8946886974717022814?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8946886974717022814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=8946886974717022814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8946886974717022814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/8946886974717022814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving-project-v.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving Project V!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6798114698713359904</id><published>2010-11-24T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:21:12.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini break</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a mini break from driving. Here are some thoughts that have occurred as I was driving. &lt;br /&gt;-I'm so glad I have all my teeth. It's really hard to eat on just your front teeth. Really. It is. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;-I hope C has a good Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;-I really like Early. Maybe I should break things off with him.&lt;br /&gt;-that's the stupidest idea I've ever had. Well, maybe not ever...&lt;br /&gt;-shoot! (not the word I used) I forgot my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;-I need a milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the drive continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6798114698713359904?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6798114698713359904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6798114698713359904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6798114698713359904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6798114698713359904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/mini-break.html' title='Mini break'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-5054295626989104660</id><published>2010-11-23T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:28:10.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired and all I want to do is sleep in tomorrow. Unfortunately I have to wake up to start my drive so I'm not stuck in traffic all day. I can't wait for the days off work though...if only vacation could last forever! Oh and I finished my christmas list finally. Now I just need to type it up and send it off to Santa. And family. And the W's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-5054295626989104660?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5054295626989104660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=5054295626989104660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5054295626989104660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/5054295626989104660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-4548095345222199733</id><published>2010-11-22T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:13:10.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas...</title><content type='html'>...is a hip replacement. Ok, not really, there's more I want but a hip replacement does seem to be on the list. I decided that in order to a)promote my running habit and b)decrease my soda habit, I will run 1 mile for every soda I drink. Yesterday I had to make up for 2 miles - 1 on Friday, 1 on Saturday. Plus I did a bunch of lunges. My hips hurt so badly today! I felt like I was waddling during the day today and so it seemed to be a good idea to come home and go for a short, easy run after work today. Plus I needed to make up for the 5 donuts I ate at work. After my run? It's even worse!! I hurt!! All this in preparation for the Reindeer Run so I don't die. Will I be ready? Will I have new hips by then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-4548095345222199733?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4548095345222199733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=4548095345222199733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4548095345222199733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/4548095345222199733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-6368951286890595416</id><published>2010-11-21T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:11:42.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair? Pull!</title><content type='html'>I have been stressed out here lately. I'm not sure why -I guess I just feel like I'm always on the go and it's catching up to me. I'm moody and irritable and just want to punch people. Even people I like. So I try to avoid everyone. I'm glad boot camp is wrapping up next week. I feel like I got a couple good workouts that I can do on my own and that will hopefully make a difference. Now if I can just remember to do them...&lt;br /&gt;I've also been working 5 days for the past few weeks - I know, that makes me sound like a whiner but most of my days are 9-10 hour days and that makes for a long day! Plus I sit in the same position, hunched over a mouth all day long. I really prefer my 4 day work weeks. Oh well...at least I don't have to worry about money since I was pretty poor for a few weeks there. That problem should be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is coming up, which will be a nice break and it'll be nice to see family and do a Santa Claus puzzle to ring in the Christmas season. Things I'm not looking forward to: driving. being pestered about Early. driving. walking Evie in the cold. Evie waking me up at 6 am when she hears people moving around downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;Oh right, and did I mention I'm supposed to have a Christmas list made up in 4 days? Yeahhhh...I don't really know any inexpensive items that I want or need. Right now on my list is 2 months without credit card bills or student loans, a 52" LCD tv (in working condition), oh and a new laptop would be nice. This one works and I'm appreciative to have it over nothing...but a new one would be better...eh. None of those seem to be under $30...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2251394803669543706-6368951286890595416?l=nobutforreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6368951286890595416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2251394803669543706&amp;postID=6368951286890595416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6368951286890595416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2251394803669543706/posts/default/6368951286890595416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobutforreal.blogspot.com/2010/11/hair-pull.html' title='Hair? Pull!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2251394803669543706.post-7218357908796051603</id><published>2010-11-20T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:13:35.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man!</title><content type='html'>Last night was a close one - it was 11:57 and I suddenly realized I had not blogged. I had to cut the post short since it took a little while to type out what little I did manage. So I went to go see a local band play, &lt;a href="http://www.pvacation.com"&gt;Permanent Vacation&lt;/a&gt;...they are one of my faves. They played at my friend's B &amp; S's wedding and we've been going to see them around town ever since. Early was supposed to go with us but he pleaded sick so he got to stay in. I wasn't super excited about going since I'd had a stressful day at work but I'm glad I went. Not only did I have fun (creepy waiter story coming soon...) but I also got some good ideas for a playlist to get me up to Maryland for Thanksgiving. I spent way too much money at Itunes today and didn't even get halfway through my list. Plus I already had some of the songs!! If anyone is looking for a good generic gift to get me - Itunes gift cards so I can continue this music quest! Or...you could create a CD for me with music you already own from the Permanent Vacation playlist. Just sayin...there's a lot of oldie's on there and I know a certain uncle of mine has a lot of the songs. Just an idea. &lt;br /&gt;Ok so creepy waiter - this guy walks up and looks totally overwhelmed. He's overly apologetic that we've been waiting there so long (less than 5 min) and he'll be right with us, he has 12 credit cards to run and can we believe that the table wanted all their checks separated? Just in case we didn't believe him, he later showed us all the receipts. At some point, he mentioned he moved down here about a year ago and so after he walked away, I commented I bet he moved down here for law school. S said PA or PT at MUSC. I called it - I was right. He was considering going to law school. He was amazed that I could have guessed that and how did I know? I didn't have the heart to tell him he gave off a total douchebag vibe that reeked of lawyerness. Plus I didn't want him to spit in my drinks. Apparently, he thought that my keen sense of perception meant I was interested in him - definitely not the case!! He kept coming up to us and rubbing my shoulder and it was so creepy! It got even worse when he RANDOMLY came out with "Hey, do you know homo erectus? Well this is homo erectus backwards!" and did some weird thing where he shrank into himself that I guess we were supposed to understand. It was creepy. 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