<?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-3274301</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:26:44.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bursting with fruit flavor</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuff and things and so on and so forth......if I don't write it all down, it clogs up the works.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>829</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-8396078638743621277</id><published>2008-12-28T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:21:31.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post-Christmas WhineIt's the same every year: lots of food, drink, presents and merriment followed by a bloated, melancholy feeling that leads to my post-Christmas whine.  Why can't we hibernate for the whole month of January?  No holidays after the 1st until the end of May?!?!?!  That's five months!  Guh.  I should have won the lottery by now...  Is it 4pm on Friday yet?  When is it my turn for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/8396078638743621277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=8396078638743621277' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/8396078638743621277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/8396078638743621277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-christmas-whine-its-same-every.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-3258166886983491524</id><published>2008-11-15T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:18:41.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RereadI read my paper journal from 4 years ago and can't believe how full of angst I was.  How terribly lacking in self confidence I was.  How worried about everything I was.  I look at my life now and it seems my worries have become more adult - money, work, when and if I will have babies...  all of these things have brought me to one conclusion:It's time for a beer run.  Cheers!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/3258166886983491524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=3258166886983491524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/3258166886983491524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/3258166886983491524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/11/reread-i-read-my-paper-journal-from-4.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-7154760995060148743</id><published>2008-08-18T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:36:19.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm an aunt!My new nephew, Charlie Oliver Reed, was born today at 7:46pm and came in at 7 lbs and 6 ozs.  Now I get to be the cool aunt who lives across the country and takes him to get his first tattoo.  Sweet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/7154760995060148743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=7154760995060148743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/7154760995060148743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/7154760995060148743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-aunt-my-new-nephew-charlie-oliver.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-2896166255939992550</id><published>2008-08-03T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:13:58.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love Money tooIt's a ridiculous show, like pretty much all other "reality" television, but I can't help but watch the train wreck that is I Love Money on VH1.  Since I (not proudly) watched the other shows the I Love Money cast were on (Flavor of Love, I Love New York and Rock of Love), I was interested to see what kind of screwed up stuff they'd have these folks do for $250,000.  So far, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/2896166255939992550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=2896166255939992550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/2896166255939992550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/2896166255939992550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-money-too-its-ridiculous-show.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-8572638294440842202</id><published>2008-07-18T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:08:23.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be an aunt soon!My sister is 8 months pregnant and has been telling me a bit about the lamaze and other classes she and her husband have been going to over the last few weeks.  She said they showed the live birth video a few days ago and it made both her and her husband a little queasy.  I've seen a few videos of this amazing event and I always cry and feel a bit sick.  In fact, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/8572638294440842202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=8572638294440842202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/8572638294440842202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/8572638294440842202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-going-to-be-aunt-soon-my-sister-is-8.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-8462945436677614996</id><published>2008-07-13T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:41:32.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The heat is making me lazier...if that's possible...We went to Bullwinkle's last night for Chris's surprise birthday party and had such a fun time!  Laser tag, skeeball, and all sorts of other games got the evening going with all-you-can-eat pizza and soda, mini golf, bumper boats and more laser tag to follow.  We won a ton of tickets and then the guy working there gave us a bit of a bump up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/8462945436677614996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=8462945436677614996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/8462945436677614996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/8462945436677614996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/07/heat-is-making-me-lazier.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-2322398532471462810</id><published>2008-06-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:45:25.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back from the lake and my back is killing me.We went out to Lost Lake yesterday and it was a fantastic day.  We had a little picnic lunch when we arrived, then rented a rowboat, spent about two hours gliding along the lake and just enjoying the nice weather.  Matt rowed most of the time (he's much more coordinated than I am and had been using the rowing machine at the gym so he's had more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/2322398532471462810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=2322398532471462810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/2322398532471462810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/2322398532471462810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-lake-and-my-back-is-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-7303944539976605018</id><published>2008-06-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:11:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Selling my memories for a pittance......leaves me with mixed emotions.  On the one hand, garage sales are fun to browse and a great way to make a little extra cash (which I definitely need right now).  On the other hand, seeing people look at the treasures, which once held some sort of importance for me, as though they were digging through a dumpster is just... sad and a little painful.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/7303944539976605018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=7303944539976605018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/7303944539976605018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/7303944539976605018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/06/selling-my-memories-for-pittance.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-4025503597885541354</id><published>2008-06-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:33:37.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's weird not having much to say...I have been so removed from writing that I'm grasping for something of substance to put down here.  I feel like I'm second guessing everything I would write as not interesting or not important enough to document... I guess I'm so used to communicating face-to-face about anything of importance to me that it's hard to get back into my own head and let out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/4025503597885541354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=4025503597885541354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/4025503597885541354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/4025503597885541354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-weird-not-having-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-567670834577423644</id><published>2008-06-04T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:40:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New laptop, same lazy girlI got a new laptop and I am hoping it will encourage me to get back into writing.  We shall see what happens.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/567670834577423644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=567670834577423644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/567670834577423644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/567670834577423644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-laptop-same-lazy-girl-i-got-new.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-116059864739471882</id><published>2006-10-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:38:16.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last... my love has come along...So, things are completely different from the first plan and we are getting married in two days on Friday the 13th. Sweet. Heading out of town on Saturday at 6am for our honeymoon...Disneyworld, here we come!At this point, I am very, very tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/116059864739471882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=116059864739471882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/116059864739471882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/116059864739471882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-115041225172927413</id><published>2006-06-15T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:57:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My world is dog.I can't believe how much of our time is spent doing dog stuff now.  Puppy Kindergarden every Wednesday for the next four weeks, dog park every day, vet appointments for shots, pet stores for toys, treats and food... Oi!  I love the little guy and his constant need for attention has made me appreciate my relationship with M even more (if that's possible!) as our alone time is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/115041225172927413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=115041225172927413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/115041225172927413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/115041225172927413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-world-is-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-114782381503792520</id><published>2006-05-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:56:55.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And also...Wedding plans have changed almost 100%.  The owner of the old venue called me a few weeks ago and said she had some bad news: they are being shut down and their last day of operation is Sept. 9th.  So we had to find a new place, new caterer and less expensive bridesmaid dresses to help make up for the cost increase for the venue.  Needless to say I was pissed, but now everything is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/114782381503792520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=114782381503792520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/114782381503792520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/114782381503792520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-also.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-114782316855233755</id><published>2006-05-16T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:50:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is our new baby, Malcolm:What a handful!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/114782316855233755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=114782316855233755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/114782316855233755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/114782316855233755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-our-new-baby-malcolm-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-114589625358408880</id><published>2006-04-24T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:46:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's about time......and my abundance thereof. I have a new job coordinating system access set ups for new and current users at one of the biggest insurance companies in the US. It's easier than it sounds. So I've been diligently planning wedding and reception details and we've decided to turn it into a two day event. We wanted to get married on October 13th but, after looking at the calendar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/114589625358408880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=114589625358408880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/114589625358408880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/114589625358408880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-about-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113745560487180558</id><published>2006-01-16T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:53:24.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brain is about to explode.I need to go get a manicure, pedicure and massage. I didn't sleep well last night with all the running around worrying if there were enough chairs for everyone and pages of cake pictures and bakery ads flipping through my head. Some decisions need to be made pretty dang quick so I don't have to go beg some doctor for valium or lunesta or something. Also, everything I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113745560487180558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113745560487180558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113745560487180558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113745560487180558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-brain-is-about-to-explode_16.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113710356514295579</id><published>2006-01-12T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:06:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's on!We're getting married October 14th.  The planning phase is in full effect and our parents are meeting for the first time next weekend.  I've pretty much decided on bridesmaid dresses and we're narrowing down places to have the reception.  We're going to Disney World for our honeymoon and the girls, except my sister, and my mom and I are all going to a bridal show this weekend to taste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113710356514295579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113710356514295579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113710356514295579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113710356514295579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-onwere-getting-married-october.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113656992890675676</id><published>2006-01-06T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:52:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*bells are ringing*Matt proposed last night!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113656992890675676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113656992890675676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113656992890675676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113656992890675676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/bells-are-ringingmatt-proposed-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113460108218544341</id><published>2005-12-14T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:58:02.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pfft.So much for updating this more often.  It seems like when I have free time, I just want to sleep or veg out.  I'm tired more often than I think I should be and I'm ready for a break from work at Christmas.  Nothing sounds better than three days of sleeping until I'm done (rather than until the alarm forces me out of bed), no plans and spontaneous, very low key, mellow activities like board </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113460108218544341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113460108218544341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113460108218544341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113460108218544341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/12/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113208109243107734</id><published>2005-11-15T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:58:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's My Dad's BirthdayAs I can't be 2 hours away with him, I'll wish him happy birthday from here and go to Thanksgiving next week with gift in hand.  Sadly, my sweetie won't be there.   But my sister will and that makes me happy.I think I'm coming down with something.  I started getting a sore throat last night and nothing had changed when I woke up this morning.  Meh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113208109243107734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113208109243107734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113208109243107734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113208109243107734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-my-dads-birthdayas-i-cant-be-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113139777667447146</id><published>2005-11-07T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:09:36.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short week.No, it isn't National Short Person Week, it's just a 4 day work week for me.  We play bingo at work and I won the last round, which meant I got to spin the roulette wheel to determine my prize options.  I spun green (the best one!) so I got to pick either 1/2 day off paid or a 1 hour massage.  I opted for the 1/2 day off (duh) and, now that I don't have any mutual days off with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113139777667447146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113139777667447146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113139777667447146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113139777667447146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/11/short-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-113087656272608065</id><published>2005-11-01T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:22:42.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...And so the holidays begin...Now that Halloween has come and gone (fun costumes, tasty drinks, early out), the winter holidays are right around the corner and I am NOT ready for all of that hullaballoo.  The plan at this point is Thanksgiving with my folks (just me) and Christmas Eve with my folks (both of us).  Plans for Christmas Day aren't really set (part of it will be spent getting home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/113087656272608065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=113087656272608065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113087656272608065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/113087656272608065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-112983575350030361</id><published>2005-10-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:15:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm having halloween costume issues.It's only 10 days away and I don't know what to wear.  I'm not opposed to making something myself but my time is limited and I'm at a loss for good ideas.   If anyone is still out there...help!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/112983575350030361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=112983575350030361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/112983575350030361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/112983575350030361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-having-halloween-costume-issues.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-112959094445460033</id><published>2005-10-17T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:15:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's me, South Park style. Woo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/112959094445460033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=112959094445460033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/112959094445460033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/112959094445460033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-me-south-park-style.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-111532571841676618</id><published>2005-05-05T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:41:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>captain's log: star date: 050505.13.04...we've been notified of the arrival of an alien life form...So, my sister is coming up for a visit tomorrow. We haven't seen each other since September of last year in Dublin so she hasn't seem my new place or met Matt. Her boyfriend, Grant, will be coming out to meet my parents next month and hopefully they'll come up here to visit as well, as I haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/111532571841676618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=111532571841676618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111532571841676618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111532571841676618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/05/captains-log-star-date-050505.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-111264401667403904</id><published>2005-04-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:46:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Money Issues.I have ridiculous money management problems.  I don't make tons of money to begin with, but the issues are really my lack of control when it comes to keeping the purse strings drawn tight and spending money on other people and things I don't really need.  I horribly abuse the overdraft cushion on my checking account and end up eating the $25 fee for each transaction all the time.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/111264401667403904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=111264401667403904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111264401667403904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111264401667403904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/04/money-issues.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-111204331079511229</id><published>2005-03-28T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:55:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Groggy McGroggerson Here...The weekend was really busy and I didn't get half enough sleep.  My 2nd interview got postponed to Wednesday because the regional manager of the property won't be in town until then and I'm hoping I'll be caught up on sleep by then.  I was ready to walk in and say, "When do I start?" today, but I think I can muster up the confident thing again on Wednesday. Saturday was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/111204331079511229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=111204331079511229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111204331079511229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111204331079511229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/groggy-mcgroggerson-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-111083856442900114</id><published>2005-03-14T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:16:04.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel Special.It's nice to know that what I write is interesting enough that people are talking about it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/111083856442900114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=111083856442900114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111083856442900114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111083856442900114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-special.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-111058299638218177</id><published>2005-03-11T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:16:36.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOT Part Of The Plan.When I agreed to pay all of my half of this month's rent at the old place, I did not anticipate being asked to have my things out by the 15th.  I did not anticipate paying the whole 1/2 month's rent for someone else to live there for the rest of the month.  I did not anticipate having to move my stuff out and clean the room when I was finished moving after working all day on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/111058299638218177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=111058299638218177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111058299638218177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111058299638218177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-part-of-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-111040749829899803</id><published>2005-03-09T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:31:38.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Much To Do, So Little Motivation...Moving day is exactly one week away.  We can pick up keys this week but can't start moving in until the 15th and I have to work Monday and Tuesday so the major moving of my stuff won't happen until we have the U-Haul on Wednesday... and I haven't done squat about packing or selling anything.  I know Lara wants the purple futon couch and the entertainment unit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/111040749829899803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=111040749829899803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111040749829899803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/111040749829899803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-much-to-do-so-little-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110979621236781421</id><published>2005-03-02T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:43:32.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Happy Birthday To Me Week.I'm at lunch, which consists of Dannon fat free vanilla yogurt over vanilla almond granola, sweet baby carrots, popcorn and water.  I'm trying to decide where to go tomorrow night for my birthday dinner.  I'm thinking either Todai, Yuki, Koji (all of which are sushi) or Taco Bell.  I know, I know...Taco Bell?  Yeah, well...It's my damn birthday and I'll have Taco </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110979621236781421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110979621236781421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110979621236781421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110979621236781421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-happy-birthday-to-me-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110970243721085201</id><published>2005-03-01T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:41:07.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, How We Shopped...$1200 of super fantastic furniture from the glorious shopping mecca that is IKEA got crammed into a rented Toyota Matrix on Saturday evening.  The furniture cramming was followed by a stop in Tacoma for grub at Hooters.  They didn't have the black Hooters tank top in stock, so I didn't get anything there other than a yummy grilled cheese sandwich and curly fries.  I heard the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110970243721085201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110970243721085201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110970243721085201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110970243721085201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-how-we-shopped.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110936743191761333</id><published>2005-02-25T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:13:35.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Change A Thing...For MeWe're going to Seattle tomorrow to check out and possibly buy furniture at IKEA.  In trying to figure out the best way to get up there and have room in whatever vehicle we take to bring stuff back, Matt found out that one can rent cars from dealerships.  He's been wanting a Toyota Matrix and thought it would be fun to drive one to Seattle. So he looked online and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110936743191761333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110936743191761333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110936743191761333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110936743191761333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-change-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110895735407218055</id><published>2005-02-20T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:42:34.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're Shackin' Up.The deposit has been paid and the date has been set.  Beware the Ides of March, yo.  We move into our new place on NW 23rd and Everett March 15th.  Got to clean out and sell off or trash a bunch of crap before then.  The trip idea has been postponed until further notice but I still have my birthday celebrating and new apartment decorating to look forward to in the coming months.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110895735407218055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110895735407218055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110895735407218055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110895735407218055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/02/were-shackin-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110842581400962570</id><published>2005-02-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:03:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pook, Pook, Pook.Fun weekend... stayed home Friday night, made dinner and watched tv.  Went shopping with my boy Saturday and then met up w/ T &amp; D for dinner at Navarro and pool and singing at the bar after.  Yesterday I woke up to the smell of french toast and bacon - M had gone to the store and gotten movies, bought me a vanilla latte (my favorite) and pepper bacon, come home to cook and served</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110842581400962570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110842581400962570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110842581400962570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110842581400962570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/02/pook-pook-pook.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110789924338257164</id><published>2005-02-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:48:28.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feels Like A Made-For-TV Movie...Ok, check it: 1.) M got his unemployment (finally!) and has been treating me to everything for the last four days.  So sweet! 2.) I may or may not have a job here at some point in the next 4-6 months because the company has put the property on the market.  They'll give me a staying bonus and severance package if I stay until it sells and they can't place me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110789924338257164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110789924338257164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110789924338257164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110789924338257164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/02/feels-like-made-for-tv-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110738064745538033</id><published>2005-02-02T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:44:07.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Know What's Good?~Trader Joe's Strawberry Smoothies.~Celebrity Poker Showdown on Bravo.~Free doughnuts.~Hearing someone say they're falling in love with you.~6pm on Fridays.~The Killers.~Oriental flavor ramen noodles.~Knowing that no matter how little money you have right now, there's more coming soon.~Tax refunds.~Pretending you're on vacation at a hotel when you stay with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110738064745538033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110738064745538033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110738064745538033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110738064745538033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-know-whats-goodtrader-joes.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110669175009978704</id><published>2005-01-25T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:22:30.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me, yo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110669175009978704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110669175009978704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110669175009978704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110669175009978704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110669098646259590</id><published>2005-01-25T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:09:46.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sicky McSickerson Here...The sore throat, the lingering headache, the all over achy feeling... guh.  I said I was willing to brave potentially getting sick to be with my ailing boy and now I have the yuck too.  Did that stop me from going to work?  Nope.  Will it stop me from going to T's birthday party tomorrow night?  Nope.  Will I feel like a hottie in the dress I'm gonna wear?  Nope.  D'oh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110669098646259590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110669098646259590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110669098646259590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110669098646259590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/sicky-mcsickerson-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110660384513918397</id><published>2005-01-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:57:25.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's The Magic Money Tree When You Need It?I wonder if sending out a mass e-mail, like one of those "forward this on to all of your friends" type of dealie, requesting that anyone who feels so inclined should donate their loose change to me via my Pay Pal account would actually work... that would be sweet if it did.Spent a big chunk of Sunday cleaning: scrubbed out the microwave, did all the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110660384513918397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110660384513918397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110660384513918397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110660384513918397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/wheres-magic-money-tree-when-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110625367177813233</id><published>2005-01-20T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:41:11.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Photosnew camera, new pics. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110625367177813233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110625367177813233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110625367177813233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110625367177813233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-photosnew-camera-new-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110608777564158247</id><published>2005-01-18T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:36:15.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Must Have Been A Saint In A Past Life.After spending Friday night straight through to Monday night with my boyfriend, I feel so incredibly lucky to have him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110608777564158247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110608777564158247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110608777564158247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110608777564158247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-must-have-been-saint-in-past-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110573789956671726</id><published>2005-01-14T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T13:24:59.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three DaysThree days of no plans.  Three days of whatever I want.  Three days of no alarm clock.  Three days of peanut butter and honey sandwiches and Lucky Charms and colby jack cheese and bottles of wine.  Three days of nothing and everything.  The clock can't strike 6pm soon enough.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110573789956671726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110573789956671726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110573789956671726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110573789956671726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/three-daysthree-days-of-no-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110556996417567273</id><published>2005-01-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T14:46:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Two Year CurseThis week is poking along slowly... can't figure out if it's just me being eager for a three day weekend (took Monday off for the hell of it) or what but it's starting to get to me.  Could just be the two year curse:  looking back at all the different jobs I've had since college, I noticed that I haven't stayed at a job longer than about two years before either moving on to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110556996417567273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110556996417567273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110556996417567273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110556996417567273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/two-year-cursethis-week-is-poking.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110555922079775518</id><published>2005-01-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:47:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shocking.  Not. You scored as Geek. Geek56%Drama nerd50%Punk/Rebel31%Prep/Jock/Cheerleader25%Goth19%Loner19%Stoner13%Ghetto gangsta0%What's Your High School Stereotype?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110555922079775518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110555922079775518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110555922079775518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110555922079775518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/shocking.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110539236831246939</id><published>2005-01-10T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:26:08.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Believe In A Thing Called Love...(For the protection of our readers, this post has been removed due to overwhelmingly squishy content.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110539236831246939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110539236831246939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110539236831246939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110539236831246939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-believe-in-thing-called-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110504908664681680</id><published>2005-01-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:04:46.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There Are Worse Things Than Being Temporarily Broke If You Have Company.Under normal cash flow circumstances, I get out a few times a week either to restaurants, the bar, the movies or some other form of entertainment that eats away at the money in my pocket like pirhannas to a cow.  Currently, I'm broke.  In fact, I'm broker than broke:  I actually owe myself money when I get paid next Wednesday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110504908664681680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110504908664681680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110504908664681680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110504908664681680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-are-worse-things-than-being.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110496440511997938</id><published>2005-01-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T14:33:25.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ready To Go home And Cry.I feel like crap.  I'm hyper-emotional, crampy, headachy and mentally exhausted.  I want to go home, put on pajamas, make some soup and crawl into bed.  Guh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110496440511997938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110496440511997938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110496440511997938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110496440511997938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/ready-to-go-home-and-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110487643863133706</id><published>2005-01-04T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:16:11.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Year Of Firsts And It's Only The 4th.The weekend was great: Thursday night, I went over to M's after work with Chinese food in tow, after which we headed down to the bar to sing for awhile and hang out with T.  New Year's Eve day we watched Amelie (which I hadn't seen and loved), then headed out to spend the evening at T &amp; D's drinking champagne, eating pizza and other random junk food, playing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110487643863133706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110487643863133706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110487643863133706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110487643863133706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/year-of-firsts-and-its-only-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110453081959780743</id><published>2004-12-31T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:06:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dreams Are Fucked.Woke up half teary-eyed in the middle of the night after dreaming that a table of five people, only one of whom I know and would rather not mention, spent their time picking on me and laughing at me and doing their damnedest to make me feel bad for no reason.  The one person I do know came over to my table and said he knew I was having a bad time and didn't mean to hurt my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110453081959780743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110453081959780743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110453081959780743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110453081959780743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-dreams-are-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110426995243015279</id><published>2004-12-28T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:39:12.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Break From The Squishiness.M dropped me off at home around 10ish last night after taking me to dinner and a movie.  I got up to my front door, put the key in the lock, turned it and started crying.  Just like that...for no reason.  He'd been asking me if I was ok and what was wrong all night, telling me I looked sad and that he didn't like it when I looked like that, but I didn't have anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110426995243015279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110426995243015279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110426995243015279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110426995243015279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/break-from-squishiness.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110417395336538525</id><published>2004-12-27T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T10:59:13.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff And Things And StuffChristmas was nice with the fam in Eugene and with friends that evening when I got back to Portland.  Sunday, after sleeping in until the last possible second, I went with M to his parents' house for brunch with his dad's side of the family.  This meant meeting about 20 of his relatives and a white elephant gift exchange.  Everyone was welcoming and chatty so, after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110417395336538525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110417395336538525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110417395336538525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110417395336538525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/stuff-and-things-and-stuffchristmas.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110401086285738750</id><published>2004-12-25T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T13:41:02.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy HolidaysHappy happy, joy joy!  I got a digital camera and a stash of fun stuff under the tree and in my stocking...  hope everyone else got what they wished for and that their holiday is spent just the way they wanted!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110401086285738750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110401086285738750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110401086285738750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110401086285738750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidayshappy-happy-joy-joy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110375600363862483</id><published>2004-12-22T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:53:23.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Glad That's Over.The dentist wasn't as bad as previous visits had traumatized me into thinking it would be.  The whole process started at 3:30 pm, took almost an hour and when I was done, I was told I'd be numb for another two or so hours.  I could finally feel the left side of my face at just after 8pm.  That was really the worst part, aside from the aching jaw that has carried over into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110375600363862483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110375600363862483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110375600363862483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110375600363862483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-glad-thats-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110357290852281778</id><published>2004-12-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T12:02:30.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Nice To Hear...Friday night, the whole office got taken to dinner at the Portland City Grill and a few of us brought dates.  This morning, I was bombarded with comments about how great they think M is for me and how much they liked him and how everyone thought we make a cute couple.  It's cool to hear that other people see a little of what I see...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110357290852281778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110357290852281778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110357290852281778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110357290852281778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-nice-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110314984024121097</id><published>2004-12-15T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:30:40.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Full Of Sappy Stuff And ThingsI'm not really a fan of pet names, but I love it that he calls me "sugar."  He looks at me like there's no one else in the room.  And he took me to work this morning so I wouldn't be late.  I've got the warm fuzzies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110314984024121097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110314984024121097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110314984024121097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110314984024121097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-full-of-sappy-stuff-and-thingsim.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110306155340829234</id><published>2004-12-14T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:59:13.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonofa...I have to go back to the dentist to have my tooth fixed NEXT WEEK!!! I have to wait a whole frickin' week!!! *sigh* Since it's not hurting me and there's nothing else wrong in my mouth that needs fixing (I take pretty good care of my teeth), they said it didn't need to be fixed right then and as long as I'm not in pain, they'd schedule an appointment for me to come back...NEXT WEEK!! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110306155340829234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110306155340829234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110306155340829234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110306155340829234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/sonofa.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110305135546980255</id><published>2004-12-14T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:09:15.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd Like To Take A Moment To Whine......about having to go to the dentist today.  I don't even know when or how it happened, but I noticed Sunday that a piece of an old filling had disappeared and now there's a small hole in my molar.  It's making me crazy and scraping my tongue.  I have an appointment to have it looked at today and I can't even begine to explain how much I hate going to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110305135546980255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110305135546980255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110305135546980255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110305135546980255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/id-like-to-take-moment-to-whine.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110297533041439137</id><published>2004-12-13T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:02:10.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Just Don't Know What To Do With MyselfAnother ridiculously good weekend has come and gone.  I don't know what the deal is but I'm frickin' happy all the time lately.  I can't even say how many times I've tried to step back and do a reality check - I can honestly say I've never had anyone treat me like he does ever - and I'm sorta in shock.  I'm so used to giving everything, getting very little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110297533041439137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110297533041439137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110297533041439137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110297533041439137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110254246028588360</id><published>2004-12-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:47:40.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Turns Me To Mush...I'd like to find words that adequately express how I'm feeling but they all seem to fall short. Suffice it to say that I could fall into those grey eyes of his and I wouldn't want to get back up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110254246028588360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110254246028588360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110254246028588360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110254246028588360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/he-turns-me-to-mush.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110245390853652226</id><published>2004-12-07T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:11:48.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep Is Good.I watched my all-time favorite movie last night, What A Way To Go, and fell asleep about two minutes after it ended at 9ish.  I feel much better today...had the sweetest dreams and good, solid sleep.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110245390853652226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110245390853652226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110245390853652226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110245390853652226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/sleep-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110236824686073803</id><published>2004-12-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:38:49.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Headspace...I didn't sleep last night.  My brain was too busy worrying about things I can't control and that left me sleepless.  I'm completely distracted today and it's taking way more effort than usual to get my work done.  I've found myself on the verge of tears for no apparent reason other than that the remodeling started and I'm just not myself today.  Also, I'm completely crazy about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110236824686073803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110236824686073803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110236824686073803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110236824686073803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/weird-headspace.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110211091827115621</id><published>2004-12-03T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:55:18.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Ready For Two Days Off...I'm still sick, in case you're wondering. Took two more Tylenol Flu PMs, slept like dead last night and woke up to the old lady smoker's cough. Gross. Whatever's ailing me is trying to get out and the sooner it's gone, the better. Didn't get Indian food last night, but did get my favorite alfredo sauced pasta w/ Taryn and that hit the spot. The little bit of window </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110211091827115621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110211091827115621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110211091827115621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110211091827115621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-ready-for-two-days-off.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110202907050548752</id><published>2004-12-02T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:11:10.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill The ColdI love the cold weather, but I hate being sick.  I stayed home from work on Tuesday and slept from 8:30am 'til 3pm and then went back to sleep at 7:30pm, woke up to a phone call at 10pm and went right back to sleep until the alarm went off at 7:45am.  I felt better yesterday day, but as soon as I get comfortable and think about sleeping, I'm a disaster.  This head cold has got to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110202907050548752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110202907050548752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110202907050548752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110202907050548752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/kill-coldi-love-cold-weather-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110176287647700130</id><published>2004-11-29T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T13:14:36.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh My.The days between Tuesday and now have been fantastic.  Wonderful.  Soooo so good.Yesterday was the best day ever.  I got a text message from M asking if I had plans for the day and did I want to go hiking.  I am definitely not a hiker, but I'm game for whatever if it means spending time with someone whose company I enjoy, so I said I was in.  I'd never been to Horse Tail Falls, so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110176287647700130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110176287647700130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110176287647700130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110176287647700130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-my_110176287647700130.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110133108477698496</id><published>2004-11-24T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:18:04.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Should Just Shut Up Now Because I Have No Idea What's Going On.I got a text message last night on my way home from M asking me out for sushi. He came over, we walked up the street and ate, he walked me back to my door, bear hugged me goodnight and went home. Welcome to bizarro world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110133108477698496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110133108477698496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110133108477698496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110133108477698496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-should-just-shut-up-now-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110125037846049022</id><published>2004-11-23T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:52:58.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could This Work Week BE Any Suckier?Monday sucked.  Everyone got yelled at by people who came in or called all day.  Today is turning out to be the same and I'm losing my mind.  I have to keep telling myself, "Just a few more hours...just a few more hours...and then only one more day" and focus on the Indian food I got for lunch and the music on my cd player.  In case I haven't mentioned it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110125037846049022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110125037846049022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110125037846049022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110125037846049022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/could-this-work-week-be-any.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110116002873422252</id><published>2004-11-22T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:47:08.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Many Things I'd Like To Say But Won't Because I'm Too Damn Nice...Guh, the silence is deafening.  I am done calling, e-mailing, text messaging.  I'm slow but I'm not stupid.  If I went stumbling home with every jerkwad who asked, maybe I'd understand why it's so easy to blow me off, but I don't.  In fact, of all the girls I know, I'm the least likely to go home with ANYONE.  So, why me?  Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110116002873422252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110116002873422252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110116002873422252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110116002873422252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-many-things-id-like-to-say-but-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110081420152263351</id><published>2004-11-18T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T13:43:21.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So The Girl Says To The Guy...Sometimes I surprise myself with how much I'm willing to give with little or no return aside from feeling like I'm doing the right thing. I haven't seen M since Saturday morning and that's the cause of my mopey state this week... but after we talked last night, I was left feeling a little selfish and just wishing I could do something to make his life easier. Office </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110081420152263351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110081420152263351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110081420152263351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110081420152263351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-girl-says-to-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110072305656441318</id><published>2004-11-17T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:24:16.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Gettin' Hot In HerreJust had some VERY spicy caramel ginger chicken from Dragonfish for lunch and my lips are on fire.  Hoowee!  I'll be at the bar tonight for pool and I'll do my best not to be the mopey downer I was last night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110072305656441318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110072305656441318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110072305656441318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110072305656441318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-gettin-hot-in-herrejust-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110064095715049588</id><published>2004-11-16T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:35:57.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RepresentingI've spent the morning with a guy here from our corporate office in Chicago explaining our parking issues and how things work at this property.  We're hoping some of the issues can be resolved with his help and that he'll be able to make some changes that will positively impact both our income and customer satisfaction.  The fact that I was asked by my boss to make myself available to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110064095715049588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110064095715049588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110064095715049588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110064095715049588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/representingive-spent-morning-with-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110039911937840926</id><published>2004-11-13T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:25:19.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's All Good.Last night was good.  No weirdness, no ridiculousness...just green lights.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110039911937840926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110039911937840926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110039911937840926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110039911937840926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-all-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110029108561800246</id><published>2004-11-12T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:24:45.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eugene CelebrationMy dad is turning 60 on Monday.  I'm going down to Eugene tomorrow to hang out with my folks early since I have to work Monday and can't be there then.  I think there's going to be German chocolate cake.  Nice.  I'll be back on Sunday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110029108561800246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110029108561800246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110029108561800246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110029108561800246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/eugene-celebrationmy-dad-is-turning-60_12.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110020948401698587</id><published>2004-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T13:46:18.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anything To Get By...I treated myself to Indian food for lunch and it turns out I like eggplant. It also turns out that every guy I ever let get close to me hurts me. Huh. Good to know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110020948401698587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110020948401698587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110020948401698587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110020948401698587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/anything-to-get-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-110003744675143694</id><published>2004-11-09T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:57:26.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clarity.I have felt like crap for the last three days, thanks to the guest room renovations, and all the time I've spent fetal in my room has made for too much thinking. After the notable events of Friday night, and the near silence that's followed, it's become clear to me that if I could have only one super power, it would definitely be mindreading. As I was falling asleep Sunday night, my mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/110003744675143694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=110003744675143694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110003744675143694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/110003744675143694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/clarity.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109994915885223733</id><published>2004-11-08T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:25:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Joining A Convent.Note to self: NEVER say you want a noteworthy weekend again. Dumbass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109994915885223733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109994915885223733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109994915885223733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109994915885223733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-joining-convent.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109969141980727504</id><published>2004-11-05T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:50:19.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only The Boring Are BoredLast night I finally got around to watching the movie I rented on Monday, The Cooler.  Interesting story... casino cooler guy whose mere presence brings bad luck to those around him (William H. Macy) meets down-on-her-luck waitress girl (Maria Bello) and the sparks fly (subplot - mobster boss issues).  Now that the weather is getting cooler, staying home and watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109969141980727504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109969141980727504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109969141980727504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109969141980727504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/only-boring-are-boredlast-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109951665225937168</id><published>2004-11-03T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:17:32.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Conceed?!?The peanut M&amp;Ms I'm having for lunch are only dulling the pain of last night's depressing tv watching experience.  I'd say all the chocolate is the reason I'm kinda feeling ill, but I was feeling this way the whole time I watched the election results come in...  Depressing.  National and local.  Meh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109951665225937168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109951665225937168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109951665225937168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109951665225937168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-conceedthe-peanut-mms-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109944233428424246</id><published>2004-11-02T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:38:54.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Raindrops Slid From The Top Of My Head To The Tip Of My NoseI got to work this morning soaked.  If I hadn't had to sit here half damp for half of the morning, I would have loved it.  Once I was dry, my hair did this kooky flippy thing that I've just had to deal with and pretend it was intentional.  Also, today was the day a video project started and our office was the first to be filmed for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109944233428424246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109944233428424246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109944233428424246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109944233428424246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/raindrops-slid-from-top-of-my-head-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109934508124257067</id><published>2004-11-01T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T13:38:01.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.The weekend was.... stupid.  Bah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109934508124257067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109934508124257067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109934508124257067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109934508124257067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/11/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109899762677360142</id><published>2004-10-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T14:07:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bi-Polar Much?It turns out I can go from grumpy biatch to ridiculously giddy in 8.2 seconds. Fantastic.Also, Eric lent me a copy of the Muse cd Absolution and it's pretty rockin'.  I realized after hearing the whole thing through that I'd heard "Time Is Running Out" and "Hysteria" before but "Stockholm Syndrome" has a bunch of awesome guitar solos so I liked it right away too.  All in all, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109899762677360142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109899762677360142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109899762677360142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109899762677360142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/bi-polar-muchit-turns-out-i-can-go.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109891111113562044</id><published>2004-10-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:06:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Blame Billy Corgan.Yes, I live in the apartments above Powell's on Hawthorne and yes, Billy Corgan was there signing copies of his book last night.  I saw him, but didn't stop to get his autograph or chat or take a photo.  In fact, I was a little annoyed by his presence.  He caused a line of people that stretched down the street and around the corner to block the door my building and when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109891111113562044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109891111113562044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109891111113562044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109891111113562044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-blame-billy-corgan.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109873563629528108</id><published>2004-10-25T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:20:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I Voted...No, I Don't Want To Talk About Politics.The weekend was spent mostly in my bed, sleeping until I couldn't sleep anymore and then in desperate need of a nap a few hours later... For the first time in months, I didn't go out Friday or Saturday night and, strangely, I don't feel like I missed a thing nor do I feel like I was missed. Sunday night, I felt great and was happy to be among</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109873563629528108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109873563629528108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109873563629528108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109873563629528108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/yes-i-voted.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109848530840426683</id><published>2004-10-22T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:48:28.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tucky Bunnies"My friend Tim out in Boston says he's "gonna to go tucky bunnies" when we're on the phone and he's gotta go to bed.  I know it's Friday and I'm supposed to go out and make the most of the fact that I can sleep all day tomorrow if I want to, but nothing sounds better right now than going tucky bunnies.  I may, however, change my mind after a nap when I get home, so if you see me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109848530840426683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109848530840426683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109848530840426683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109848530840426683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/tucky-bunniesmy-friend-tim-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109839323385784316</id><published>2004-10-21T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:13:53.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dudes.I don't get 'em.  Any of 'em.  Blah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109839323385784316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109839323385784316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109839323385784316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109839323385784316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109821942262943492</id><published>2004-10-19T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:57:02.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming Down From The Dressed Up HighOne of the reasons I don't get dressed up very often is the few days after... I feel so...blah.  Boring.  Plain.  The reaction I got on Sunday night gave me a crazy high but today I'm feeling sort of deflated.  I heard so many people say I should wear stuff like I wore on Sunday more often but, if I dressed up more often, it wouldn't be as special when I do.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109821942262943492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109821942262943492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109821942262943492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109821942262943492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/coming-down-from-dressed-up-highone-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109813202760877588</id><published>2004-10-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T13:40:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Psychic Powers Strike AgainLast night was so much fun! I love seeing everyone dressed up and while I always think my friends are hot tamales, last night they all looked great. I spent a good portion of the evening blushing (so good for the ego) and to top it all off, I won the big raffle prize of the night: my very own karaoke machine! Sweet! The funniest part is that I totally called it about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109813202760877588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109813202760877588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109813202760877588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109813202760877588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-psychic-powers-strike-againlast.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109788446460776400</id><published>2004-10-15T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:54:24.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You're Feeling Generous...I still want a t-shirt that says, "Damn, I'm funny." or "I crack myself up."  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109788446460776400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109788446460776400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109788446460776400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109788446460776400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/if-youre-feeling-generous.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109778124490115686</id><published>2004-10-14T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T12:21:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Thank you for your interest, but the position has been filled."Date problem solved before pool last night, thank gawd....I was in a FOUL mood by the time it was over at 11:30(!!!) and left right away.  No, I don't want to talk about it.  Suffice it to say that I'm getting too old for this crap.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109778124490115686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109778124490115686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109778124490115686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109778124490115686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/thank-you-for-your-interest-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109770367649711364</id><published>2004-10-13T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:42:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damnit, Beavis.I found out last night, in a weird round-about way, that the person I asked to the party on Sunday has a girlfriend.  He got his own invite last night as well, so I suppose I should be consoled by the fact that I found out early enough to ask someone else.  So, without further ado:SWF iso back up dateMe: cute, intelligent, funny, cleans up nice.  You: cute, intelligent, funny, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109770367649711364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109770367649711364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109770367649711364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109770367649711364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/damnit-beavis.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109761798460501060</id><published>2004-10-12T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T14:53:04.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Probably Shouldn't Like This Stuff, But Whatever.1. The band Switchfoot.  I love their song "Dare You To Move" so much that I went and bought the album the other day.  I pretty much like the whole thing.2. The tv show Charmed.  Alyssa Milano is hot.  Yeah, it's cheezy and ridiculous, but so was Buffy and I loved that too, so shut it.  3. Yukon Jack, straight.  It's straight from the Devil, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109761798460501060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109761798460501060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109761798460501060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109761798460501060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-probably-shouldnt-like-this-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109753235867612096</id><published>2004-10-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:05:58.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...wouldn't have guessed you were older than 23..."I had a great weekend. Friday night: out with the cool kids and breakfast at the 24 Hour Hotcake House on Powell. Trip drove Laura home naked. Nice. Saturday night: out with the other cool kids to see CAC at the Tonic and then to the BR where I surprised myself by asking an acquaintance to the cocktail party this coming Sunday. Go me! Follow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109753235867612096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109753235867612096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109753235867612096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109753235867612096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109718890280252940</id><published>2004-10-07T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:41:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm A Winner...Yay!I had a good time last night after winning at pool (finally...all that negative reinforcement really worked!), singing and being goofy with the usual crew of Wednesday nighters and a hoard of WCI students who managed to join in on every song and crack us up. While at pool, I talked to D for a bit before we started and he said something about being in yet another transitional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109718890280252940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109718890280252940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109718890280252940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109718890280252940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-winner.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109699181973209834</id><published>2004-10-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T08:56:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Feel So Good...Stayed home sick yesterday.  Yuck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109699181973209834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109699181973209834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109699181973209834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109699181973209834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-feel-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109657839562085546</id><published>2004-09-30T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:06:35.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Head GamesLast night, I lost at pool again.  Not by tons, but it doesn't really matter.  Losing is losing.  I'm not upset about it, though.  It turns out that I was recruited for the team again this season not for my amazing technical skills (riiight.) but for my psychological coaching abilities.  Jason (ranked at a 7) put himself up second and Noah's team played their highest ranked player (a 6)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109657839562085546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109657839562085546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109657839562085546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109657839562085546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/head-gameslast-night-i-lost-at-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109649896682070053</id><published>2004-09-29T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T16:02:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JiggySo, we're in London and we're talking about what we want to do for dinner and the rest of the evening.  I threw out an idea and Mom said it sounded good and then Dad says, with a big grin on his face, "I'm jiggy for it!"  Oi.  I looked at my dad, shook my head, did my best to look disgusted and said, "It's WITH, not FOR.  Jiggy WITH it.  Geez."  He, of course, said, "Ohhh!  Ok, I'm jiggy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109649896682070053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109649896682070053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109649896682070053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109649896682070053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/jiggyso-were-in-london-and-were.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109640898569552529</id><published>2004-09-28T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:03:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Modest ProposalIn order to reduce overall stress levels, establish a healthier, more positive work environment and a more productive work force, I propose a new nationwide work scheduling system: mandatory two week paid vacation every other month.  All in favor?Yesterday, a resident brought 4 bottles of different wines to us here in the office.  Can you say sweet?  He said he'd bring more (he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109640898569552529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109640898569552529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109640898569552529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109640898569552529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/modest-proposalin-order-to-reduce.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109632168205860398</id><published>2004-09-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:48:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Another Thing...My friend Chris is coming back tomorrow from a year away in Australia.  This makes me happy for multiple reasons, the top 3 of which are as follows:3. My Playstation is starting to collect dust and it's just not fun playing Crash Bandicoot Team Racing by myself.2. Chris is almost always up for a beer or three...or five.  Sweet.1. Chris and I have fantastic arguments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109632168205860398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109632168205860398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109632168205860398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109632168205860398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109631867001547402</id><published>2004-09-27T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:57:50.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While I Was Gone...I bought two cds in London at a place called Fopp, an "independent entertainment retailer" which has a great selection of used cds, books and dvds as well as some new stuff.  Both are 2 disc compilations (we all know I'm a mixed tape/cd addict).  There are a few bands on the one I'm listening to today, called Strange and Beautiful (which I got for 5 pounds!  Woo!), that I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109631867001547402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109631867001547402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109631867001547402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109631867001547402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/while-i-was-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274301.post-109605685069009436</id><published>2004-09-24T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T13:14:10.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TKO In The First RoundI got home last night from work around 6:30p and by 7, I was passed out.  A phone call a few hours later from the friend I was supposed to hang out with woke me up.  Needless to say, I didn't go out and went back to sleep until 6:30 this morning.  So much for jumping right back into things, eh?  I AM going out tonight, though.  Fo' sho'.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/feeds/109605685069009436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3274301&amp;postID=109605685069009436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109605685069009436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274301/posts/default/109605685069009436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindpurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/tko-in-first-roundi-got-home-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ninazero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07478434179495334745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_82ZECAIDdkc/SEc5-9U21qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-bonUGQ2P58/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
